With the Blade

The events happened a little too fast.

When the three guards woke up, ready to teach those who didn’t understand obedience a lesson, everything was already over. Only then did he realize what those he deemed as useless had actually done.

Although in the eyes of the guard, these people who could barely use even the most basic Evil Qi were completely useless, those trained by him had combat strength far superior to the local guards and soldiers, even if they couldn’t channel the Evil Qi into their bodies.

So, during the conflict, when these so-called useless people, as the vanguard, shattered the guards’ formation, the local nobles inevitably met with defeat.

For the first time, these trained individuals discovered that despite being called useless, they were actually so strong. The guard also realized for the first time that the people here were much weaker than he had imagined.

As for Du Chengfeng...

"You won."

Facing Du Chengfeng, who had returned after only a few days, the guard decisively admitted his mistake.

"Your method is indeed more effective than mine, I concede."

"Ah, this..."

Du Chengfeng never expected his ideas would be proven correct in such a way.

Moreover, this result was not something he had wanted.

"Too violent, it’s really too violent."

Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly.

"I mean, I didn’t intend to use such an intense...method, you know? I just wanted to be a bit friendlier to everyone..."

"Yes! Yes! Exactly this!"

The guard nodded repeatedly at once!

"That’s exactly where I lost! Keep it up! This way, we can return soon!"

"Are you starting?"

Facing the guard’s sarcastic comments, Du Chengfeng certainly wouldn’t tolerate it, leading to a beating for all three guards, and even the yellow dog didn’t escape.

After venting his anger, Du Chengfeng once again fell into a state of contemplation. As a pacifist, a kind-hearted person, this was truly not what he wanted.

Just because of the small incident of him being captured, a group of people went and hung all those nobles and guards, killing over a hundred people at once. Didn’t they ever consider the consequences? Solving problems with killing, is this really a good thing?

It seemed like it was indeed good because at least, Yellow Sand City was still operating normally.

The surrounding bandits were still plenty, people in the city still engaged in regular trade, and the old farmers near the town continued living their lives as usual. Everything seemed unchanged, and with the reduction in exploitation from the guards and nobles, everyone’s harvests even began to increase.

"It’s all because that kind giant came here!"

Upon seeing the increased yield, the people of Yellow Sand City began expressing gratitude to the benevolent giant.

"He wields a Treasure Sword engulfed in flames, he must be a messenger sent by the heavens! Here to save us!"

Such sayings gradually spread throughout Yellow Sand City, and soon, even the traveling merchants who arrived in this small city had heard of it. A divine messenger with a flaming Treasure Sword brought divine punishment to the local City Lord and nobles, saving the people here.

Of course, these miraculous events were remembered firmly by them as stories to share in future conversations.

However, in the ears of others, the story was quite different.

"What the heck? The Empire declared my rebellion?"

Du Chengfeng was completely stunned, not even knowing what this so-called Empire was.

He wasn’t even a local; how could he be accused of rebellion?

"Strictly speaking, it’s not your rebellion but the rebellion of Yellow Sand City."

The guard, summoned by Du Chengfeng, explained; the information of these two men and a dog was far more informed than Du Chengfeng.

"It seems there should be something similar to the Southern Chen here, which you refer to as a country. They consider your act of killing the City Lord as an armed rebellion..."

"No, how could it have been me who killed him?"

Du Chengfeng swore to the heavens, asserting that he was imprisoned at the time and never even left the jail; there was no reasonable way to frame him for this.

But the guard just shook his head.

"Whether you did it doesn’t matter, what matters is that they believe it was you, and they already sent troops over to demand an explanation from Yellow Sand City...Either turn over the murderer, which is you, or they will come and slaughter the city."

"This..."

Du Chengfeng started scratching his head.

Frankly speaking, this accusation placed upon him was truly unreasonable; he wasn’t the murderer, so why were they picking on him?

But the problem was, if the real murderer were to be revealed...

Would it mean handing over the local townsfolk of Yellow Sand City?

That would mean everyone in Yellow Sand City dies, almost akin to being massacred in the city.

"Forget it, I’ll just go."

With a sigh, Du Chengfeng eventually stood up.

He didn’t intend to take the blame, but he also couldn’t watch these neighbors and townsfolk, who treated him quite kindly, go to their deaths. Of course, there are times when wanting both results in getting neither, but no matter; after all, he had trained—this is the advantage of having strength. Even if it comes to a direct confrontation with the so-called army, he is confident he can obliterate them all.

With such abilities, he naturally could go and reason with them; anyway, those people couldn’t possibly kill him.

With this mindset, Du Chengfeng simply set off, alone, taking no one with him.

This, for him, was the most advantageous state. When unburdened, he was at his strongest; without any hindrance, he could fully exhibit his strength, provided that the situation required his full effort.

Even if his opponents were too weak, not worthy of his full exertion, his solitary stance would ensure he could come and go freely.

This was Du Chengfeng’s thinking.

Yet, the locals of Yellow Sand City didn’t think the same way.

"The big guy has left."

Upon realizing that the kind giant had suddenly disappeared, some locals began to harbor a faint suspicion in their hearts.

"The big guy has left; he replaced us in bearing the hardships."

"Indeed, those nobles were originally hanged by us, but he...sigh."

At this thought, people felt a bit sorrowful; they hadn’t expected their spontaneous actions would result in such a tragic outcome.

He was such a good man, a kind and gentle man, why couldn’t such a good person live in peace and tranquility?

"This is our problem! It’s our own issue! He shouldn’t have to bear it!"

Someone shouted this slogan out loud.

"Anyway, those soldiers are coming for us; we might as well take up our arms and fight them!"