With the Blade

Chapter 263: Chapter 215: I Don’t Care

The old saying goes, "Passing on countless volumes of books is less valuable than a single piece of genuine wisdom."

Many things are often like this; you can rack your brain trying to solve a problem but achieve nothing. However, once you realize the key point and know how to change your perspective, even the most difficult issues are nothing more than trifling matters.

Turning unfavorable situations into favorable ones is called wisdom.

However, even wisdom has its hierarchies.

Far away in Songzhou, Liu Bolun felt that the monster that captured him probably wasn’t very wise. If the monster had any common sense, it should know that if it needed someone to help brew alcohol, it absolutely shouldn’t offend that person.

After all, alcohol is something sensitive; it’s something consumed orally. And a person who knows how to brew alcohol also naturally knows how to add something to it—just like now, when Liu Bolun, finding himself unwatched, emptied a small packet of powder from his pocket into the prepared brew.

This was originally prepared by Liu Bolun for himself, just in case he ever found himself in an unspeakable predicament or wanted to end it all—he could drink it with some alcohol for a swift end. It’s a poison potent enough to cause immediate death and isn’t cheap, but now it was being used on the monster.

If an entire packet is consumed, it could kill a bull; there’s absolutely no way the monster could survive.

Then why did the monster insist on capturing him? Did it really think he was useful?

Undoubtedly, that was somewhat disgusting, reminding him of the story about the big tree.

Being used because one is useful is, without a doubt, the thing he finds most unacceptable—so he decided to retaliate fiercely against the monster. No matter how formidable the monster was, so long as it drank his brew, there would always be a moment when he could poison it.

Just like now.

"Is this the newly brewed alcohol?"

The figure with the yue saber pinned to its chest sniffed the fragrance of the wine from the bottle.

"Although it doesn’t have the depth of age, it’s still sufficient..."

"Given the urgency of the situation, I brewed these first; as for the aged batch, I’ve set some aside."

Liu Bolun nodded, showing not the slightest hint of hatred even after being captured.

"Here, give it a try?"

"Okay."

Before Liu Bolun could say more to encourage drinking, the figure with the bronze halberd in its chest tilted back its head and took a gulp.

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The figure shouted excitedly.

"It’s working!"

"Yes, yes, it’s working."

Liu Bolun nodded repeatedly, his face filled with smiles.

Indeed, just like this, without much effort from him, the monster drank the poisoned brew by itself.

Whoever said killing required swords and knives?

Everything was resolved, and now he only needed to wait a little while, wait a little, and wait some more...

"Hmm?"

Liu Bolun frowned slightly.

Why had he waited until now, and the monster still wasn’t dead?

"Yes, it’s definitely this alcohol."

Not only was the monster alive, but it also praised Liu Bolun profusely.

"But the poison taste is off, making the wine taste bad... You should study better poisons, at least ones that make the wine taste good."

"You..."

Liu Bolun was momentarily speechless.

This is a deadly poison, lethal if consumed—enough to cause a cow to collapse bleeding, yet how could this monster, how could it still be fine?

"Because I am strong enough,"

the man with the bronze halberd in his chest laughed slightly.

"That’s the reason."

Liu Bolun lowered his head, unable to meet the piercing eyes before him.

If it’s about strength, he’s seen quite a few; as a former student, he may not excel in academics, but he has enough experience. In his memory, the strongest were undoubtedly Ruan Shantao and Du Chengfeng. The former was as steady as a mountain, powerful and overwhelming, while the latter possessed extraordinary learning ability, far beyond any description, growing at an unparalleled speed—even the prairie State Preceptor perished under the blazing blade.

But the monster before him with the bronze halberd was entirely different.

The aura this monster exuded was simply the epitome of might.

"Since I dared to capture you to brew alcohol for me, I knew you would tamper with it, attempt to poison me... But that doesn’t concern me. Since I choose you, the best, to help brew the alcohol, I’ve prepared for your non-cooperation."

"Then why...?"

Liu Bolun felt his mind fail to compute; this was absurdly baffling—seeking someone to poison and kill oneself, was this really something that could come from a mind?

Could the monster be insane? Or was there something wrong with its brain?

"Being able to ask this only means you don’t understand."

The man with the bronze halberd in his chest shook his head.

"Everything that doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger."

"..."

Liu Bolun felt this person must be crazy.

But then again, what sane person would pin an ancient yue saber into their own chest? This person did it to himself; how normal could his mind be... wait?

Liu Bolun suddenly realized something seemed off.

Previously, his attention was all on this flying monster, leaving him no chance to observe the bronze halberd. But now... is that yue saber actually a cursed weapon?

"This..."

Liu Bolun vaguely sensed something.

Inserting a cursed weapon into oneself carries a high risk of turning into a monster; this person did this... and that flying demeanor, does it really seem monstrous?

Is this a secret technique? Or are there mechanisms unknown even to him?

But regardless, he had at least intuitively sensed the source of the monster’s power.

Killing the body may not be effective; whether the body is even alive is uncertain. If he truly wishes to defeat the monster, targeting the bronze halberd would be crucial.

"Hmm, it seems you’ve already sensed the way to kill me."

Faced with Liu Bolun’s discreet gaze, the man with the bronze halberd still looked indifferent.

"Indeed, it’s my greatest weakness, but only up till now... After today, this weakness will cease to exist."

Saying this, the man with the bronze halberd once again gulped down the poisoned brew beside him.

The essence of grain would bring him new inspiration, while the ghost within would guide him to the true path, showing the kind of stance he should assume as his new form.