With the Blade

"Dead and still able to come back?"

Du Chengfeng’s first reaction was that this self-proclaimed Emperor Tian was just bluffing, but he quickly realized that there was nothing wrong with what the other was saying — on the contrary, it was Du Chengfeng himself who hadn’t quite caught on, hadn’t fully adapted to this world.

Is death the end of everything?

In other places, perhaps it is.

But here, it clearly isn’t.

You only need to look at Li Carpenter to know that one can still come back after death. Moreover, this self-proclaimed Emperor Tian has immense power, surely surrounded by plenty of people to handle affairs after his death — which means, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, Emperor Tian could win the resurrection match and reappear before him.

"No wonder you can’t beat him."

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but look at the longsword in his hand.

Although Yin Ren Wuzhao could also use that idealistic power to resurrect from death, such means only bully those who cannot revive, but when facing another opponent who can win the resurrection match, Wuzhao really might not be able to win steadily — yes, even if Wuzhao can rely on his exceptional skills to win once or twice, so what?

Again and again, and once more, his opponent always manages to come back to life. Facing an opponent weaker than himself, Wuzhao gains no progress even if he kills them, but his opponent, through repeated challenges against strong foes, can learn more and more, steadily growing stronger.

Simply put, Emperor Tian could completely steal all the tricks that Yin Ren Wuzhao knows in repeated challenges.

Once all the tricks have been stolen, unable to come up with new ones, Wuzhao would be dead.

"But he probably won the resurrection match elsewhere too."

Considering Wuzhao’s style, Du Chengfeng ultimately couldn’t laugh out loud. This Yin Ren’s demeanor might have a reckless and audacious side, but it definitely doesn’t lack necessary cunning. Being captured and dissected would at most cause Wuzhao to lose a useful body, and this insidious hunter certainly has resurrection means prepared elsewhere.

So he won’t need to handle Wuzhao’s affairs after death here, mainly because too many Wuzhaos might not be a good thing. Being pestered by three Wuzhaos is already more than enough; any more would be a bit nauseating.

Moreover, because of Wuzhao’s personal actions, he ended up gaining an extra enemy for no reason, and this account hasn’t been settled yet.

However, this matter also has benefits for him.

Firstly, it’s about understanding this world, the hazy fog being cleared a bit more — although this newly acquired information is completely different from what Du Chengfeng originally expected, it still counts as effective information, enhancing his understanding of this world.

Knowledge is power; Du Chengfeng always believed this phrase is correct, especially in such an extremely idealistic environment, understanding of the world can truly transform into power itself.

Similarly, when he firmly believes in these words, the words indeed become power itself.

This was also something he learned during previous sharpening — the power used by that self-proclaimed Emperor Tian, known as "word spirits," essentially meaning the words come true.

In Emperor Tian’s understanding, language carries thoughts and thus also carries power. When will is materialized through language, it’s like throwing a stone into water, causing a greater ripple, achieving tenfold or even hundredfold power output.

"Just say it! Now it all makes sense!"

Du Chengfeng slapped his forehead, finally grasping the crux of the matter.

It wasn’t about shouting out attack names embarrassingly; that was just the surface of this technique. What truly amplifies power is the resonance itself, and in the process, words are merely a medium, but actually relying on a medium doesn’t require language.

"Alright, I’ve really learned something new."

Du Chengfeng was quite happy with the joy of comprehending a new technique — although strictly speaking, this new trick is something he stole, but why can’t stolen tricks be considered tricks?

As a warrior, the most important thing isn’t necessarily how skilled one is, but how much one can learn, for the external environment is constantly changing, and currently popular power systems are bound to be eliminated. Only by keeping up with the times, being able to quickly master the new era’s fighting style, can one stand firm again and again amidst the rising and falling waves.

"You can steal from me, and I can steal from you."

At this moment, Du Chengfeng even began to anticipate Emperor Tian’s arrival.

Stealing more new techniques, no matter what, is a good thing.

However, this sort of thing is beneficial for him, but not so much for others, like those court officials who were left behind, or a few old acquaintances — Shan Bing is an eyewitness, Jiang Wenyuan, although absent due to a business trip, will soon learn of changes here in the Capital City, and as for that old eunuch, he even knelt crying at Du Chengfeng’s feet, begging him to make a decision.

"I heard it! We all heard it! He will come back! That monster will come back!"

Not seen for a long time, the old eunuch seemed to have been greatly frightened, becoming almost speechless.

"That monster is a god! He won’t die! He will definitely come back! We..."

"It’s no big deal; I’m not in a hurry to leave."