Chapter 133: Chapter 119: Mortal Cultivates to Immortal_2

"Wait a moment?"

With a sudden thought, Du Chengfeng hurriedly rummaged through his saddlebag, only to pull out that extravagant halberd.

This dramatically styled halberd was snatched from Xiang Rong, and he still remembered that Xiang Rong called this weapon the "Tyrant’s Halberd"—such names didn’t matter to Du Chengfeng; he happened to have some free time now, so he could take his time to communicate with this halberd.

"Don’t worry, everyone will get their share later."

He first appeased the other weapons in the saddlebag before taking out the Grinding Stone, beginning the long-awaited sharpening of his weapons.

With broken halberds sinking into the sand and iron yet to rust, let us wash them and recognize the past dynasty.

"Why the past dynasty again?"

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but recall that Phoenix Battle Flag.

And as he continued to grind, he found that this thing was indeed a match with the Phoenix Battle Flag.

What entered Du Chengfeng’s consciousness was a grand hall; merely by looking at the red interiordecor and the phoenix carvings everywhere, Du Chengfeng knew this was likely an important building of those Chu people.

And he, was lying quietly as a halberd on the rack.

Occasionally someone would come to clean the hall, but none dared approach the halberd’s position—of course, aside from those who were either bold or unfortunate. However, once these attendants came within three feet of the halberd, they all turned into corpses.

As the halberd, Du Chengfeng could confirm that he hadn’t even moved.

These people were scared to death.

Perhaps this is the halberd’s true form, where its sharp edge doesn’t even need to be bloodied; merely its sinister aura is enough to cause instant death.

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a bit of sadness, or perhaps, the halberd itself felt a bit of sorrow. Clearly, it was forged for battle, for conquest, yet in order to achieve that, it killed and grew stronger, finally becoming an unparalleled national divine weapon.

But now, after truly becoming strong, there was no one left who could wield it.

Not to mention picking it up; even approaching wasn’t possible. Those people could only stay far away, using long poles with dusters attached to clean the dust off it—actually, it didn’t need anyone to clean its dust; it didn’t matter to let it sit and gather dust, as those who once lifted it were long gone and clearly there wouldn’t be anyone in the future.

But just when Du Chengfeng thought this long halberd would continue waiting, an old man and a young boy entered the grand hall.

The old man in luxurious robes was recognized by the halberd, though in its memories, the old man was also a weakling who couldn’t approach it—it wished for a strong person who could lift it, a conqueror brave enough to approach it, someone who could truly wield it and fight alongside it.

At this moment, the elderly man pushed the child beside him forward.

"Remember, you are the new monarch of Great Chu, do not doubt this matter."

Patting the child’s shoulder, the elderly man spoke.

"As long as you want to accomplish it, you can; a determined will can change everything."

Accomplish as you wish? Isn’t this too far-fetched? If one truly had such a wish-come-true ability, wouldn’t there be nothing impossible to achieve?

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but sneer at the old man’s statement; this ability was too absurd.

But the halberd didn’t.

"What..."

Amid Du Chengfeng’s confusion and the halberd’s expectation, that young hand grasped the halberd.

And lifted it up.

Du Chengfeng’s perception was abruptly cut off.

...

"Hiss..."

Recovering from the sharpening state, Du Chengfeng felt a throbbing headache; it was his first time encountering such a situation.

One, after sharpening the weapon, he somehow had a headache, and two, the things he sensed while sharpening this weapon were merely fragments—it was clear that either he couldn’t truly withstand the halberd’s evil qi now, or the halberd was severely damaged, with only a tiny fraction of its past remaining.

Du Chengfeng thought perhaps it was both.

And likely, there was a third reason.

"Did you protect me?"

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but look at the halberd in his hand.

"Did you control the influence of the evil qi, allowing me only to suffer a headache?"

The halberd still lay quietly in his hands, silent.

Of course, how could a halberd speak?

A halberd can’t speak, but the words in its memories, Du Chengfeng remembered clearly—clearly, in the memory, the old man in luxurious robes should be one of the Chu kings, while the young child was naturally the Crown Prince of Great Chu.

Du Chengfeng vividly recalled the older Chu king’s advice to the young Crown Prince during the transmission of legacy.

"A determined will can change everything."

The older Chu king said thus.

When he first heard this phrase, Du Chengfeng thought it was some kind of encouragement—after all, he had tasted too much of this insipid motivational speech. Saying something pleasing to cheer on the child, every elder does that.

But after the child lifted the halberd, the nature of the matter completely changed.

As long as you can envision it, you can achieve it, and a determined will can change everything; clearly, this was not just a common encouragement.

The older Chu king’s words were clearly profound.

"There can’t really be such a saying as wishful thinking could become reality..."

Du Chengfeng frowned.

He continued to look at the scroll in his hand.

There was still no change; he couldn’t feel anything.

Could it really be because his heart wasn’t sincere?

"Then shall I try more piously?"

Du Chengfeng continued to diligently read the scriptures, but he still couldn’t quite get into them.

The main reason was that the scriptures were simply too awkward, boasting about ruling over the nine heavens, surviving countless calamities, trampling suns and moons and plucking stars, nailing a hundred thousand evil ghosts with a single sword—Du Chengfeng could be certain that the compiler of these scriptures probably wasn’t good at math and hadn’t really fought much.

As someone with personal experience, Du Chengfeng could comment on this; Yanzhou City only released about twenty thousand steppe warriors, and he only managed to kill six or seven thousand. Setting aside those executed by the steppe State Preceptor, Xiang Rong, and the three hundred he captured, the remaining steppe warriors simply fled—in the end, war isn’t really about mowing down crowds; everyone has legs, who would stand there waiting to be killed? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Even back in Jibei where he and He Xiqing pursued and slew the Qingyang tribe’s war soldiers multiple times to finish them off.

The combined total of these isn’t anywhere near six figures.

"Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"

Du Chengfeng roughly estimated.

"It should be twenty thousand, right? How could a peace-loving person like me kill that many?"

Recalling his experiences of sweating profusely while decapitating, Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but sigh.

Slaughter is hard work, it’s a physically demanding task.

This made him even less able to trust the things in those scriptures.

"This..."

Du Chengfeng felt he realized the crux of the problem.

It’s not that he’s insincere; this stuff just lacks immersion. At such a story-breaking level, how could he seriously read into it?

At this moment, those young cultivators brought new scriptures.

"Since you cannot yet comprehend the scrolls of Emperor Taiyin, why not try something easier?"

That said, the young cultivators handed new scriptures to Du Chengfeng.

This time, the contents were not praises for "Taiyin Emperor", but instead shifted to commendations for those guardian Ghost Generals—instead, this time, the exaggeration was gone. There was none of that nine heavens and ten lands, or killing a hundred thousand with one sword, only the individual life deeds of these guardian Ghost Generals.

Certainly, the scriptures didn’t contain a hundred thousand stories, but these dozens of little stories were each classics, from being forced to turn outlaw, or avenging bloody vendettas, and Du Chengfeng found them thrilling; it turned out these Ghost Generals were indeed gallant heroes!

Yet, as Du Chengfeng focused on reading further, a pitch-black shadow slowly coalesced behind him.