"In fact, the warrior can still bring some family members."

On the journey south, watching Du Chengfeng’s solitary figure with his horse, the old eunuch couldn’t help but speak up.

"Of course, if the warrior is unmarried, bringing some personal guards or advisors is also possible. After all, with the meritorious service of the warrior’s rectification of chaos, they can also be rewarded. Moreover, things aren’t very stable in Jiankang City right now, so having more people can provide more assistance..."

"Do you think I need them?"

Du Chengfeng, sitting on the horse, showed a kind smile.

But this smile, which was supposed to be gentle, only sent a chill down the old eunuch’s spine when it appeared on a burly man nearly seven feet tall.

Indeed, it seemed unnecessary. After all, although Du Chengfeng didn’t bring many people, he did bring his weapons—this inevitably reminded the old eunuch of the other’s feat of entering the forbidden palace alone and even executing the false emperor on the spot in Jinluan Hall.

Such a person didn’t seem to need any personal guards or advisors.

If something happened, just kill through it directly, that’s all.

If the problem wasn’t solved, it meant there weren’t enough killed. Anyway, as long as the suspected targets were all taken out, the matter would be settled—obviously, the man before him, named Du Chengfeng, thought like this. But when was the last time such a fierce and domineering figure appeared?

"Hiss..."

The old eunuch took a deep, cold breath inwardly.

He vaguely remembered.

The last such fierce and domineering figure was the first emperor of Great Chen.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong the old eunuch’s gaze towards Du Chengfeng became. After all, according to royal records, the former first emperor of Great Chen also had such an extraordinarily tall figure—of course, Du Chengfeng’s stature was still far off, as the first emperor eventually grew to over two zhang and could simultaneously wield fifteen Divine Soldiers with an inhuman power.

So how many weapons could Du Chengfeng control?

Most people could only master one fierce weapon, which was already the limit. After all, conquering a fierce weapon requires the user to be highly compatible with it, and one person couldn’t possibly split their thoughts to control more than one weapon simultaneously.

However, seeing Du Chengfeng’s bulging saddlebag with exposed handles, the old eunuch hesitated again.

"These are all the weapons I need to sharpen."

Sensing the old eunuch’s skeptical gaze, Du Chengfeng explained.

"I am a grinding Master Craftsman. I was previously the armament manager in Ji Zhou, so carrying more weapons for sharpening is quite normal, isn’t it?"

He naturally wasn’t going to tell the truth. After understanding a bit about weapons and Evil Qi, he knew that his current situation of controlling multiple weapons wasn’t normal—although, in theory, that person he had killed before, the one who brought him the Great Chu Overlord Halberd, had also demonstrated the usage of multiple weapons, but that was, after all, an exception.

Unless necessary, while traveling alone outside, it’s better not to stand out too much. Didn’t he already wrap up the halberd that he often used to show off with cloth?

Keeping a low profile while getting rich is always best, an essential life lesson.

"I see... the warrior is truly dedicated."

After thinking it over, the old eunuch reluctantly accepted this explanation.

It wasn’t that Du Chengfeng’s excuse was particularly clever; it was mainly because the old eunuch himself couldn’t quite believe that someone could indeed control so many weapons at once.

If someone could truly achieve that, wouldn’t they be just like the first emperor of Great Chen from the past?

And then the old eunuch didn’t dare to think further.

The former first emperor of Great Chen was a god-like figure, and it was precisely due to the lingering power of his superhuman abilities that Great Chen could endure to this day—otherwise, according to the chaotic rules of the time, anyone strong enough could claim the throne, and everyone fighting for that one royal seat would’ve been a bloodbath.

But with a god-like emperor standing two zhang tall, there wasn’t much to say, unless another god appeared, no one could shake that authority.

Figures like the first emperor of Great Chen would not, and could not, reappear in this world.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"They don’t possess the noble royal bloodline."

Thinking like this, the old eunuch felt slightly more at ease, and his sleep became somewhat more restful during the journey.

As for Du Chengfeng, he had always been the one who slept deeply. It wasn’t that he trusted the old eunuch much, but because the Heavy Great Saber in his saddlebag was always by his side, and if there was any movement, it’d wake him immediately, even better than an alarm clock.

Just like now.

"It seems this road isn’t too peaceful after all..."

In the inn outside Hai Zhou City, feeling the heat from the saber handle against his chest, Du Chengfeng silently opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a short spear heading for his chest, and seeing the strange liquid on the spearhead, no one would want to get nicked by it.

Du Chengfeng naturally didn’t want to either, so he grabbed the spear shaft and thrust the short spear back into the body of the man in black by the bedside.

It should be said it was indeed some potent poison, as the man in black couldn’t even utter half a word before he was lifeless.

Du Chengfeng, left holding the short spear, patted his head in annoyance.

"Oh, how did I forget to kill him barehanded?"

But it’s too late now, even if he smashed the head of the corpse into eight pieces, he couldn’t verify his idea.

Fortunately, he hadn’t been without some gain.

The short spear in his hand appeared to be quite exquisite, with the spearhead sharpened to a fine edge. But the most remarkable was the spear’s shaft, which was obviously a telescoping design for easy carrying; ordinarily, it shrinks to the size of a dagger, but with a flick, it can extend into a three-feet long short spear.

Clearly, it was specifically developed as an assassination tool. Heaven knew how many lives this seemingly small weapon had claimed.

If it was bloodstained, this matter could be handled.

"Let me see what you’re all about."

Moving the corpse aside, Du Chengfeng took out his set of Grinding Stones that he kept with him.

Though he hadn’t brought the bench made by Carpenter Li, making grinding a bit awkward, the long-lost sharpening process nevertheless excited Du Chengfeng.

So, after cleaning the poison off the blade with the corpse’s clothes, Du Chengfeng placed the short spear on the Grinding Stone.