Chapter 188: Chapter 167: The Battle for a Good Night’s Sleep

Having polished the longsword, Du Chengfeng put it back in its sheath, speechless for a long while.

The fact that Nan Chen’s founding ancestor was still alive, and even transformed into a giant, had been lurking in the imperial tomb, protecting the entire Nan Chen... Even science fiction writers wouldn’t use such ridiculous settings, yet this outrageous situation had become reality.

The reason why the Emperor of Nan Chen was invincible against swords and spears was finally found. Du Chengfeng originally thought it would be some magical cultivation technique or some incredible skill, but who could have imagined it was all because of a drop of blood.

Just merely bearing a drop squeezed from the fingertip of Nan Chen’s founding ancestor, the Emperor of Nan Chen became invulnerable to swords and beyond the reach of Evil Qi.

Just like the founding ancestor of Nan Chen himself.

"This..."

Du Chengfeng began scratching his head.

If it were the clever Liu Bolun, perhaps he might uncover more from this matter, but Du Chengfeng’s focus was entirely drawn to that invincible blood - even though the process was not as he imagined, but if the founding ancestor’s blood really had such heavenly material and earthly treasure effects...

"Then bleeding him a bit shouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

Du Chengfeng’s hand touched the saber at his waist.

Then he put it back.

Even if bleeding was necessary, it definitely wasn’t the time to do it. Looking at the terrifying power exhibited by the giant in the imperial tomb, it couldn’t be just him making a rash move—at least he needed to bring all the weapons and see if he could find something new, attacking in the most complete posture to stand a chance.

As for whether he could beat it, Du Chengfeng hadn’t thought of that. After all, he had already defeated things bigger than Nan Chen’s founding ancestor.

Of course, theoretically, he could politely visit, and even take a couple of boxes of pastries to convey goodwill, but it was clear that Nan Chen’s founding ancestor wasn’t easy to negotiate with; even the old emperor was casually killed by that giant—if he tried to go politely, could he keep his life?

"No, weapons are necessary, but politeness is too—only then it’s considered complete." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Thinking this way, Du Chengfeng decided to head back to Jiankang City to see if there were suitable pastries for gifts.

Returning all the weapons to their places, Du Chengfeng tiptoed out—although such an arrangement was useless, if anyone came, the change in dust, even the alteration of the weapon’s blade would show someone had been there; for Du Chengfeng himself, this was the end of a stealth journey.

Thus, while the sky was still dark, Du Chengfeng silently returned to his bedroom.

Theoretically speaking, this stealth mission was perfect; Throughout, he wasn’t noticed by anyone, nor left any corpses. For Du Chengfeng’s first stealth operation, it was undoubtedly a good start and a massive success.

However, after Du Chengfeng flipped back into his bedroom and lay on the bed, he felt that something wasn’t quite right.

Perhaps due to the calm that allowed him to think, the experiences of this period gradually surged in Du Chengfeng’s mind.

The unrelated clues gradually connected, seemingly irrelevant matters started piecing together.

Based on the memory glimpsed through the sword, the Crown Prince Chen Yu—the young emperor he saw during the day—should have reached some agreement with Nan Chen’s founding ancestor—the ancestor gave Chen Yu invincibility against swords, allowing Chen Yu to ascend the throne, and in return, to avoid dying miserably like the old emperor, Chen Yu had to find a replacement to fight the battle.

"If this is correct, wasn’t the fake emperor I killed chosen as a sacrifice?"

Du Chengfeng vaguely realized a possibly existing truth.

That’s right; this would also explain why Chen Yu tolerated the so-called treacherous minister, even abdicated so decisively—in the fake emperor’s view, the throne was a lofty seat, but for Emperor Chen Yu, the throne was more like an unavoidable shackle, a sliding coffin toward death.

Therefore, when someone was willing to take the blame, Chen Yu was probably extremely glad; such a big trouble was something he couldn’t evade, yet someone eagerly came to take over.

Unfortunately, the fake emperor was killed by Du Chengfeng’s sword within a day of ascending the throne.

With the fake emperor dead, no one to take the blame, Chen Yu naturally had to ascend again—it was his inescapable destiny, something he had to do.

Thus, Chen Yu’s choice at this moment was...

"Summon me to the capital?"

Du Chengfeng was taken aback.

Earlier, he was wondering why the Emperor of Nan Chen suddenly sent a eunuch to summon him to Jiankang—was it because of a bad brain? After all, he had killed an emperor, a blatant rebel, having no reason whatsoever to make this trip—yet now, he realized that he was probably listed as the scapegoat target by the Emperor of Nan Chen.

No wonder, when first meeting, the Emperor of Nan Chen took such liberty to grope him.

At the time he thought it was just some peculiar hobby of the Emperor of Nan Chen, but now it seemed it was clearly checking his muscles, confirming his capability for combat!

"It’s similar to my thoughts, indeed?"

Though the feeling of being plotted against behind his back was unpleasant, Du Chengfeng could still accept it.

Anyway, looking at the Emperor of Nan Chen’s intention, it’s to deceive him to Jiankang and then send him to the tomb as an offering to the ancestor; it fits he himself intends to pick up his weapon, bleed Nan Chen’s founding ancestor a bit—though there’s no grudge or enmity, no reason for life and death between him and the ancestor, there’s no help for it, the invincibility attribute is too important for Du Chengfeng.

Just like now; if he can, like the Emperor of Nan Chen, become invincible against swords, he could boldly sleep anywhere at ease.

To cope with any possible crisis, most creatures’ nerves are somewhat tense, even when asleep they’ll quickly awaken—just like Du Chengfeng himself, saying he can sleep, it’s because of the Heavy Great Saber warning him, when encountering trouble he’ll immediately wake up.

Being able to relax and rest anytime is an exclusive privilege for the strong.

"To be able to sleep soundly."

Piecing the Broken Saber and its blade together, Du Chengfeng gazed at the Heavy Great Saber that had accompanied him for a long time.

"We can win."