With the Blade

Du Chengfeng had never fought such an inexplicable battle.

Without a doubt, this battle was the most perilous he had ever fought—his enemy was hidden while he was exposed, and the opponent did not show up for a duel due to his provocation—on the bright side, perhaps the opponent was absent, giving him some buffer time to gather information.

But, is there really such a fortunate event?

Of course not; how can one rely on luck in battle? And the reality proved that his opponent was a person whose fighting style and thinking were very conventional—just when he was still scanning around for the enemy, his opponent launched a deadly ambush at a position he nearly hadn’t considered, in his blind spot.

This was indeed an extremely lethal strike, even unprecedented. Upon hearing that shout, Du Chengfeng realized that the strike encompassed the opponent’s entire skill and technique, even harmonizing overall spirit and energy at that moment. Du Chengfeng wasn’t even sure how to describe this shocking strike because the method exceeded his understanding.

At that moment, he seemingly saw an elusive outline rushing straight towards him!

It was huge, terrifying, and vividly lifelike...

"Huh?"

Upon seeing the indescribably large outline, Du Chengfeng once thought he was hallucinating.

And then there was nothing afterwards; Du Chengfeng casually shattered the massive illusion with a squeeze, following up with a punch that knocked over the ambusher daring enough to mess with him—he hadn’t even drawn his sword because such absurd matters weren’t worth using a blade.

Creating such a big scene just to mess around, what was the point?

"Maybe it’s to distract my attention."

That’s what Du Chengfeng thought, as situations like these were standard tactics—although letting someone mess around to divert attention while another finds a chance to ambush seems unnatural but, for safety’s sake, Du Chengfeng opted to wait.

But this waiting was ultimately futile; he waited for a long time without seeing another ambusher, so after thinking for a while, he flew outside the city to capture Bai Wujiu, who had just run to the city gate.

"Speak, what’s going on here?"

Du Chengfeng asked while slicing lamb, beside him was a copper hot pot he had specially set up because he got hungry waiting.

"Also, the sesame paste quality here isn’t great... Oh, do you want to take a bath first?"

"No, no need."

Covered in dirt, Bai Wujiu tried to squeeze out a smile, but glancing at the vegetable knife and copper hot pot, he simply couldn’t smile.

Everybody was smart; he knew well that the talk of a bath was possibly the most straightforward hint. If his answers were unsatisfactory, soon what might be boiling in the hot pot could be his meat.

"I... I’m sorry."

After internal deliberations, Bai Wujiu sighed and chose to tell the truth.

There’s no point lying to a powerhouse, as deceiving would only bring more severe retribution, so facing the consequences, he’d decide to reveal all he knew—although he did not know much. Indeed, Shan Bing targeted him, but the sudden and full-force attack by this flying martial expert evidently wasn’t over a small matter like the Dengzhou City.

He was likely involved in a more troublesome incident, presumably a top-tier confrontation, dwarfing his minor troubles.

So Bai Wujiu was betting; he gambled that his petty problems wouldn’t catch this master’s attention.

It proved he bet right.

"It’s just about finding you?"

After hearing Bai Wujiu’s account, Du Chengfeng was greatly disappointed.

Simply put, assassins sent by the Jiankang court tracked Bai Wujiu, and to protect himself, Bai Wujiu claimed that the person confiscated goods from Forget Sorrow Village and was against it—after the information passed through several hands, when it reached Du Chengfeng, it seemed someone came to trouble him, blocking in Dengzhou City, declaring to mess with him.

A trivial matter like this had escalated so much, unbelievable...

"I thought it was something serious; let’s eat first."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng scooped a bowl of lamb from the boiling copper hot pot and handed it to Bai Wujiu.

"It’s chilly, have a bowl."

"Alright, alright."

Bai Wujiu, feeling greatly relieved, eagerly took the bowl and chopsticks, stuffing the lamb into his mouth.

The freshly cooked lamb was so hot he could hardly bite into it.

Yet when Bai Wujiu was about to spit out the hot lamb, he met a cold gaze right in front of him.

That master’s gaze was devoid of emotion, just coldly watching him.

Bai Wujiu ultimately swallowed the burning lamb.

His throat was scalded painfully, but Bai Wujiu dared not pause with the chopsticks—in terms of punishment for the incident, this was lenient; he wasn’t ordered to disband his crew instantly nor met a fatal end. Just having a bowl of lamb already was the most dignity he could get.

"If one bowl isn’t enough, have another."

Watching Bai Wujiu devour the food, Du Chengfeng passed another bowl of meat over, surprised the other acknowledged his cooking skills this much.