With the Blade

On the other side of Yellow Sand City, Wu Zhao was still in his hidden base, where several hooded figures were spontaneously training, clearly forming a distinct faction from Du Chengfeng’s side.

And this was also the result Wu Zhao wanted, or perhaps the result he had wanted before. Since there were differences in their ideas, each would bring some people along to see whose ideas could truly prevail—in a way, it was still a competition, albeit one that compared not physical combat skills or killing techniques, but thoughts, ideas, and the correctness of actions.

Of course, now Wu Zhao had realized that the opposite side had no intention of competing with him—the idea of comparing had no real meaning to them.

Yet, things still needed to be done. This strange foreign land was ultimately no place to stay for long. Du Chengfeng wanted to go back to Forget Sorrow Village, and he also wanted to return to the Yin era to see. Everyone wanted to leave, at least on this point, they had the most basic consensus.

But when it came to actually doing something...

Wu Zhao himself had no clear plan.

The people of this world were very weak, even excessively so. They didn’t even understand the force of Evil Qi, let alone the ghost within one’s heart. Of course, this was originally considered a good thing, as it meant no inexplicable strong enemies would suddenly emerge to oppose him, and he could freely do as he pleased without causing any trouble.

But now, Wu Zhao had realized that this might not be a good thing.

The power of the ghost within the heart is so strong, and the power of Evil Qi is so fierce, yet these locals don’t use them. Is it because they don’t want to?

Evidently, they did want to, especially after Wu Zhao demonstrated his extraordinary power. He could see in the eyes of those locals the envy mingled with fear.

But they couldn’t do it.

Wu Zhao had attempted to teach them, but they simply couldn’t learn. All they learned from Wu Zhao was obedience, and nothing beyond that. It was precisely these seemingly meaningless lessons that led Wu Zhao to realize that the problem might not just be with his teaching methods.

Rather, there was a problem with the people here.

This place was entirely different from the world he had lived in before and also different from the so-called Southern Chen of later generations. In this world, people would rather submit to his brutality than utilize imaginative forces. They would rather distort their own will than deny the reality before them.

"Reality."

Wu Zhao’s brows furrowed ever tighter.

Indeed, this world was too realistic, too real. The power of the heart he took for granted was something completely incomprehensible to the people here.

Perhaps he could command them to imagine a non-existent world, but that imagination would remain nothing more than ordinary imagination, without any power or ability to evoke anomalies.

"Perhaps we took the wrong path from the start."

Thinking of this, Wu Zhao couldn’t help but sigh.

The people here couldn’t use the power of the mind from the very start. They had no way to rely on these people to return.

In this realistic world, everything they did was ultimately in vain.

"Stop worrying so much, have some soup first."

Just as Wu Zhao was pondering over how to solve this problem, three steaming bowls of mutton soup were brought over.

The one who brought the mutton soup was Du Chengfeng. Even though Wu Zhao had always seen him as a rival, they were still both from Forget Sorrow Village. At least when Du Chengfeng had something tasty, he didn’t hesitate to share.

Of course, it was mainly to show off his culinary skills and shock Wu Zhao, the primitive man who had never seen good food.

But to Du Chengfeng’s disappointment, after the three Wu Zhao tried the mutton soup, they didn’t show any surprise, as if it were just an ordinary meal—in fact, the three Wu Zhao even expressed suspicion over his gesture of bringing the soup.

"Why did you suddenly think of making one for me today? Do you need my help with something?"

"You’re unreasonable, truly unreasonable."

Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly.

"What do you mean, make one for you? Everyone gets a share... I brought this out of goodwill, and you repay me like this. If I knew, I’d sooner let a dog have it than give it to you."

"So everyone gets a share... hmm?"

Holding his soup bowl, Da Lang Wu Zhao suddenly frowned.

"You said everyone gets a share? How many sheep did you kill? Don’t you know those supplies are useful? This isn’t your Forget Sorrow Village! Meat doesn’t grow out of the ground!"

"Not that many, just two."

Du Chengfeng’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

"You’re really unreasonable. Do you see me as someone who would waste communal resources to have a bit of fun?"

"Oh, two sheep, that’s fine then."

Hearing Du Chengfeng had only used two sheep, Wu Zhao nodded slightly and continued sipping the soup, chewing up the mutton along with it.

But as he chewed, Wu Zhao suddenly felt that something seemed off.

The mutton soup Du Chengfeng brought was said to be for everyone, and right now, not just him, but even those hooded figures in the base were drinking soup and eating meat together—this seemed fine, considering Du Chengfeng made a lot of soup this time.

However, drinking the soup, he could understand.

But where did these people get the meat?

Bear in mind that after successfully turning the rebel soldiers, this small Yellow Sand City now had over ten thousand people. Just the meat from two sheep, no matter how much it melted in the pot, couldn’t possibly provide enough for everyone to have meat—yet here and now, this seemingly impossible situation was happening right before his eyes.

"Are you certain you only used two sheep?"

The three Wu Zhao glanced at Du Chengfeng in unison.

"Did you not think something seemed off?"

"Is there anything off about it?"

Du Chengfeng was quite puzzled.

"Because there isn’t much meat, I chose to make soup so that if you shred the meat a bit, everyone can have some meat and soup... why are you babbling so much while drinking soup, can’t you stop talking?"

"I... need to go out and have a look."

Taking a deep breath, the two men and the dog headed out with soup bowls in hand.

After making a round, especially upon witnessing firsthand the long line in front of the soup pot and the hot soup in people’s hands identical to his own, Wu Zhao and the others confirmed they had lost once more.

In this place where miracles were absolutely impossible, a miracle had occurred.