Once, Du Chengfeng also wondered what use Evil Qi could have if it were used as a weapon.

It seemed there wasn’t much else to do with it; the most common method was to blast Evil Qi out, hitting the opponent’s face, or relying on the strong wind brought by Evil Qi to achieve offense and defense in one — that’s what Du Chengfeng used to do, after all, everyone did it.

During this phase, increasing the total amount of Evil Qi became crucial; if you couldn’t overwhelm others, it was simply because you didn’t have enough Evil Qi. As long as the amount was large enough, you’d always win, which was the simplest and most direct idea.

However, is Evil Qi really only usable in this way?

Obviously not.

At least for Du Chengfeng, it’s not enough to splash Evil Qi like water; that’s no different than a monkey throwing stones — since he could already assemble stones into shovel buckets for digging mountain heads, then Evil Qi, also treated as a stone by monkeys, could equally be used for something else.

For example, construct things from Du Chengfeng’s memory.

Du Chengfeng didn’t understand the structure of hydraulic machinery well, but he knew its principles — the powerful force generated after compressing liquid far exceeds ordinary water sprinkling. And more importantly, the magnitude of this force was controllable by Du Chengfeng; he just needed to control the output of Evil Qi.

And now, what he shows Liu Bolun is the simplest application method.

"The method of flying, I name it Evil Qi Jet."

Du Chengfeng decisively named his creative idea.

"That last gesture, I’ve decided to call it High-Pressure Evil Saber, how’s that, very vivid, right?"

"...Can you read more books when you have time?"

Liu Bolun didn’t want to speak too harshly.

"Read more books to improve your literary taste, maybe you can come up with better names."

However, the advice was ultimately meaningless; Du Chengfeng showed unexpected persistence in naming — according to him, he’s the first creator, the founder of this move, if he thinks the name is simple and straightforward, then others have to follow him.

Such unreasonable thinking reflects some of the ancient Chu people’s style.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Liu Bolun told Du Chengfeng about the previous incident where that monster flew around.

"You fought with that monster, you should have seen, right? The way it flew and your flying...wait, you didn’t copy it, did you?"

"I..."

Du Chengfeng was stunned for a while, speechless.

The joy of just creating a new move had vanished, he never thought the move he painstakingly created had already been used by someone — alright, he indeed saw that Bronze Halberd, or rather Yin’s Wu Zhao flying in the air, but he could be sure, he really developed this set of techniques independently.

But even if his self-developed thing and the Yin’s Wu Zhao’s method were two different matters, the presentation form is ultimately the same. At the moment, when Liu Bolun says he copied it, he couldn’t find a single method to refute.

Unless he catches that Yin’s Wu Zhao once more and verifies his technique face to face.

"So what’s wrong with this world..."

Seeing Du Chengfeng finally silenced, not mentioning strange words like Evil Qi and hydraulics, Liu Bolun finally returned to the topic.

"A few hundred years ago, Emperor of Great Chen, descendants of Chu people from hundreds of years ago, and remnants of Yin people from thousands of years ago... Why are all these old things emerging?"

At this point, Liu Bolun sighed.

"Compared to these old entities, the southern invasion of the grassland people already seems like a minor issue."

"They can also not go south."

Du Chengfeng thought about it and said anyway.

"I’ll go have a chat with their Khan."

Yes, now he already possesses far more power than before, which naturally lets him see the real world — in this already crazy world, where personal martial power can climb to the extreme, such mighty armies and capitals aren’t important at all.

Perhaps when he was still ordinary, be it the grassland army or the Southern Chen court were barriers he could never surpass, but after truly mastering and verifying power, he clearly understood the true trajectory of this world.

Just like now, if he doesn’t want the grassland people to go south, he could directly fight the grassland Khan, or learn from that nameless giant, slay the grassland army, and enjoy a time of slaughter. As for the South Chen court, if he felt like they weren’t doing something right, he could also singlehandedly storm in, and once again replace the emperor of the South Chen.

The true essence of being strong is coercion.

Having enough strength to coerce anyone to follow your will, perhaps that’s what a strong person is.

"So do I need to head over?"

"Not really necessary, the grassland people haven’t come south yet."

Liu Bolun, infected, scratched his head; he’s not yet accustomed to Du Chengfeng’s current transformation.

After all, his impression of Du Chengfeng remained at the time when everyone was being chased around, be it by grassland people or the Great Chen court... Certainly, the world was vast, but it didn’t accommodate them as vagrants; this miserable situation led Liu Bolun to drink alone many times deep into the night.

But now, Du Chengfeng suddenly resurfaced, claiming to have grown into a true strongman; finally, they don’t need to ratify other people’s expressions.

This vast contrast rendered Liu Bolun somewhat bewildered for a moment.

"Don’t overthink it, life is already improving."

Du Chengfeng patted Liu Bolun’s shoulder, feeling slightly emotional.

He could understand Liu Bolun; after all, he also had similar bewilderment before. Suddenly becoming a strongman, suddenly not finding any opponents, this huge contrast made him, who originally thought he might have to fight longer to survive, feel significant disparity — but fortunately, he’s already past this phase; after all, having power is good no matter what.

"In any case, no need to wait until later; we can live well now."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng embraced Liu Bolun’s shoulder.

"I’ll have someone bring a map shortly, wherever everyone wants to live, just point it out... No need to worry about survival issues anymore, this time no one can chase us."

"This..."

Liu Bolun should be happy right now.

But in his mind, the Yin’s figure full of sharp patterns still wouldn’t dissipate.