An unwavering will can change everything.

Du Chengfeng still remembers this, as it was a memory fragment attached to the Tyrant Spear. In that memory fragment, there was an elder and a young one, who were clearly former members of the Chu Kingdom’s royal family — which also means that this sentence likely represents the Chu people’s research into Evil Qi, or even their summary of its essence.

However, at this moment, Du Chengfeng thinks that there might be another interpretation of this sentence.

That is, a tyrannical will is enough to trample everything.

Even though he had pondered for several days before crossing the river, considering how to fight in water, wondering what to do if the long spear couldn’t be wielded, if the fiery blade wouldn’t ignite, or if the Rectangular Sword without a point or edge would lose its impact in water — he even considered how to cover up if it was exposed that he could wield multiple weapons simultaneously.

Yet, it wasn’t until he was fully prepared and aboard the ship facing the enemy that he realized his so-called preparations were a joke.

He was contemplating how to fiercely fight if the bottom of his ship was breached, but the opposing side didn’t even bother to dive this time—only when he saw the glowing blade cleave the waves and shatter the bottom of the ship did Du Chengfeng realize that his way of thinking was a bit too conservative.

That overwhelming blade light could shatter the ferry from over a hundred meters away, and that’s how unreasonable the so-called Evil Qi is.

So why should he be reasonable?

Moreover, the spear he held wasn’t one that liked being reasonable. Just its name, the Tyrant Spear, suggested otherwise — the more tyrannical and unreasonable his actions, the happier the spear would be. If he were to conduct matters seriously and by the book, this spear would just be considered a sharp weapon.

But if he could achieve sufficient tyranny, sufficient wildness, then this spear would unleash an incomparable power.

Like the time he cleaved the river with a single spear strike, in the past, this was something Du Chengfeng wouldn’t even dare to dream of.

Even science fiction writers wouldn’t adopt such an exaggerated setting — could such a ridiculously absurd thing really work?

"It really can be done!"

At that moment, Du Chengfeng even felt the excited call emanating from the spear in his hand.

This spear, long buried in Xiang Rong’s hands, was eager to demonstrate its presence to the world.

"How could mere river water possibly block a true ruler? Everything in this world shall make way for me!"

"Warrior, what did you just say?"

The old eunuch traveling with Du Chengfeng came over.

"Make way for what?"

"Nothing."

Du Chengfeng scratched his head and re-wrapped the spear in cloth.

It was at this moment he realized that this spear might have already been subtly influencing him — just as when he was in northern Ji, after he acquired that two-handed war knife, he kept feeling as if the Yang family were his descendants, this spear, reputed to be the Tyrant Spear, subtly induced some changes in him.

The first change was that his personality became more flamboyant. Although he had always been in the habit of making a fortune quietly, he suddenly had the impulse to show off and subsequently became increasingly impulsive, even undertaking the outrageous act of heading south alone to behead the emperor.

And now, after achieving the feat of cutting off the river with one strike, the spear no longer pretended.

Or rather, it finally revealed part of its original stance.

Previously, Du Chengfeng thought that the spear was called the "Tyrant Spear" because it was once wielded by someone known as a tyrant.

But now it seems...

It should be the other way around.

It wasn’t that some tyrant once wielded this spear, but whoever wielded it would, under its influence, embark on that path of tyranny.

Unlike the other weapons he possessed, this spear had its own ideas. Unlike other weapons willing to cooperate with him, this tyrannical spear leaned more towards reshaping him to suit its nature.

"Then you should rest for a bit."

Dealing with something that could subtly influence one’s mind, Du Chengfeng was a bit concerned.

The main issue was this method of providing small benefits and then gradually steering him in a certain direction — it sounded much like baiting a fish with tempting morsels first.

Of course, the Tyrant Spear was quite dissatisfied with this behavior, but that wasn’t much use to Du Chengfeng. Previously, he might have considered the weapon’s feelings, but now, under its influence, he started having some tyrannical inclinations; so naturally, he would be more domineering even when dealing with the Tyrant Spear.

"What? You think I’m not being tyrannical enough?"

Vaguely sensing the information conveyed by the Tyrant Spear, Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly.

"I don’t want what you think; I want what I think."

Being a bit tyrannical towards the Tyrant Spear is also part of being tyrannical.

Moreover, it wasn’t his only weapon; that was the advantage of having many tools at hand. After wrapping up the spear, Du Chengfeng took out his Heavy Great Saber once again — feeling the long-missed handle in his hand, Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but relax.

It was still this old companion, the one that had been with him the longest, that gave him the most peace of mind.

Of course, the old eunuch noticed Du Chengfeng changing weapons and even came over to ask about it — after all, he had always been slightly suspicious about Du Chengfeng’s ability to wield multiple powerful weapons without going mad. This information was quite difficult to digest.

But faced with the old eunuch’s doubts, Du Chengfeng simply shook his head.

"Don’t you think carrying a saber looks more dashing than shouldering a long cloth-wrapped package?"

"...???"

The old eunuch was momentarily speechless, unable to fathom Du Chengfeng’s sudden shift in thought.

The following period was relatively peaceful, perhaps because the scene of cutting the river with one strike was too shocking. Those assassins dared not approach again, and without their harassment, the journey was much faster. In just a few days, they quickly arrived at Jiankang City with swift horses.

All seemed well within Jiankang City, but the palace did not permit outsiders to bring weapons inside. As Du Chengfeng was accompanying the old eunuch into the palace, several guards surrounded them, insisting that Du Chengfeng leave his weapons and horse behind.

"This..."

Glancing at the guards and then at Du Chengfeng beside him, the old eunuch found himself stuck between advancing and retreating.

To be fair, for safety’s sake, he didn’t want Du Chengfeng to bring weapons into the court, but having traveled with him, he had come to understand Du Chengfeng’s temper.

Sure enough, after three punches and two kicks, the guards all lay on the ground.

"I’ve maintained my composure, but why do you still provoke me?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Shaking his head, Du Chengfeng galloped into the palace.

He suddenly felt that being a bit domineering wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.