With the Blade

Chapter 287: Chapter 238: Archaeology

"Ah...choo!"

On the distant road, Yin warrior Wu Zhao, who was possessing a wandering swordsman, sneezed, causing his brow to furrow slightly.

"Who is thinking about me?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Yin warrior Wu Zhao’s steps halted.

It’s said that sneezing means someone is thinking about you, although this is nothing more than folklore, a tale people occasionally talk about without truly believing—yet for Wu Zhao, as a Yin, it was entirely different. Given his current strength, catching a cold was absolutely impossible.

Weakness brings illness, but being strong, how could he possibly develop any inexplicable ailments?

This could very well be some kind of omen from the unknown, but this warning was too vague, and for now, he couldn’t discern what it truly meant.

Fortunately, he had recently bought a few live turtles.

"Boom—"

With a single swing of the blade, the palm-sized turtle was burned to ashes, and under the gray-black flames, the remaining turtle shell cracked.

He brushed away the ashes on the shell and examined the patterns and directions of the cracks carefully.

Like using grains for clairvoyance, turtle divination was also a common method for the Yins. It’s not merely burning the shell as a game of chance, but through understanding and summarizing the patterns, to reflect on one’s current state.

"Great luck, everything is favorable... Am I making this judgment because I feel I need some good luck?"

Yin warrior Wu Zhao’s brow furrowed more deeply.

"Haven’t I been having good luck lately? Why would I think this way?"

After a moment of thought, Wu Zhao crushed the turtle shell and tossed it aside.

Perhaps he still felt he wasn’t strong enough, considering the body he was using now was far inferior to the previous one—if that previous body from the Li family could barely be used, this unknown wandering swordsman’s body was even more barely usable.

This body had almost no strength, probably couldn’t withstand even a tenth of his true power.

That’s why he wanted to find some weapons for self-defense first.

With some weapons, he could trade for a higher strength body—because those with high-strength bodies, currently, he might not be able to defeat them.

For example, Du Chengfeng’s body, which he coveted. If he could possess that body, he might exert all his power, perhaps even more than his full strength. However, it’s unfortunate that Du Chengfeng, who controls that body, isn’t weak and certainly wouldn’t let Wu Zhao simply take it away.

Hence, he needed some weapons for assistance, at least with these weapons, he could exert even more power.

On the other hand, after compensating for the lack of strength with weapons, he wasn’t in a hurry to trouble Du Chengfeng—though battling a strong enemy has its own joy, for now, he had more pressing matters.

Which was tomb digging.

"Must be here."

Back in Songzhou, Yin warrior Wu Zhao, after comparing the surrounding terrain and hydrology, swung his large blade towards the overgrown wasteland.

The hefty blade fell, carving out a huge gap in the ground.

Yet, Wu Zhao’s brow furrowed tighter.

"What are you... looking for?"

The voice of the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix echoed from the blade, intermittent, faint.

"There’s nothing here..."

"No, there should have been something here."

Wu Zhao shook his head.

There certainly should have been something; he had already compared it earlier, this wasteland was supposed to be the ancient burial pit of the Yins. Though Yins would usually transform warriors’ remains into weapons, continuing to accompany comrades in battle, some Yins didn’t die on the battlefield but died naturally in old age or due to sudden accidents.

These Yins who didn’t die in battle would be buried here, along with their beloved items and weapons.

Of course, that’s the external explanation.

To the Yins themselves, those who didn’t die in battle and couldn’t continue fighting alongside comrades, chose the technique of incarnation, transferring their consciousness into their beloved weapons or items, buried underground, waiting to see the light of day again.

And when they resurfaced, transcending time, they could fight new enemies, clash with new rivals.

Even if the opponent was also a Yin, it would be the same.

"So... where are the other Yins?"

Yin warrior Wu Zhao scanned the surroundings, but he couldn’t see even a trace of the past.

Sure, now it was too far from his original time, but the problem was he had awakened a few times in between, wondering why he hadn’t seen other Yins then—yet he hadn’t thought much of it, assuming his bad luck caused him to miss when others awoke.

But now... it didn’t seem the case.

"The downfall of the Yins..."

Recalling rumors heard in the tavern, Wu Zhao’s expression grew unpleasant.

Evidently, after becoming a Soldier Immortal and sleeping, something must have happened to the later generations of Yins, possibly explaining why no other Yins appeared—though Du Chengfeng’s demeanor and even his Soldier Immortal appearance seemed very Yin-like, Wu Zhao was sure, he wasn’t of his race. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Not a Yin, yet possessing the secret technique of Soldier Immortal that only Yins knew how to use...

"It appears someone has stolen our things."

Wu Zhao faintly realized an answer.

Indeed, he could roughly guess what happened to the Yins of old—another warrior can defeat a warrior, similarly, only Yin’s technology could lead to their downfall.

Someone stole the Yins’ techniques and advanced them, then turned them against the Yins...

At this moment, scenes emerged in Wu Zhao’s mind.

"Right, you seem to know a lot."

Realizing this, Wu Zhao lifted the large blade adorned with phoenix patterns.

"Since you know so much, tell me everything you know."