With the Blade

Chapter 290: Chapter 241: Passing By

Half an hour later, the battle ended swiftly in a one-sided manner.

Although the bandit group that Qian Yu belonged to was considered the most formidable in Song Prefecture, due to the lack of official military suppression on the surface in Song Prefecture, the strength of this bandit team rapidly expanded—after absorbing parts of the official army originally subordinated to Song Prefecture, these re-equipped bandits were even able to contend with the regular army of Southern Chen.

But for a true master, this was still of no use, especially for those top-tier ones who were incredibly powerful.

"So why do you have to do such things?"

Amidst the aroma of roasted meat, Du Chengfeng, carrying a large saber, scrutinized the remaining bandits with a furrowed brow.

"Didn’t you know I was taking a nap in the carriage? Don’t you know how vicious it is to disturb someone’s sleep?"

"...Huh?"

The well-tied bandits were dumbfounded, for they had been prepared for a lecture on morality, yet the reason for their entire defeat was actually disturbing someone’s nap?

This left no room for the rebuttals they had prepared; if the other party had said they shouldn’t be bandits, they might have talked about the hard times or their misfortunes, but how could they have known such a master was among a group of refugees?

Obviously, compared to persuading people to be good, this reason was more absurd, but at this moment, no bandit dared to voice any rebuttal, especially since the man with the large saber had just killed half of their brothers with a single stroke.

Perhaps due to being disturbed in his sleep, the man who called himself Du Chengfeng was currently quite irritable.

Nobody dared to be the first to speak up, as it was a matter of life and death.

Except for their brave second-in-command, the old man Qian Yu.

"Just kill me!"

Facing Du Chengfeng on the large carriage, Qian Yu braced himself.

"After all, my son has been killed by you, and I’ve fallen into your hands..."

"Huh?"

Du Chengfeng scratched his head on the carriage.

The reason he was in Song Prefecture was entirely because the migrating team had to pass through Song Prefecture. After Li the Carpenter recovered, the group agreed to Du Chengfeng’s decision to move northwest instead of going to Yangzhou—mainly because there were many children in the team, and it wasn’t suitable for them to experience the overly adult elderly services in Yangzhou.

"Regarding the environment problem, Yangzhou City was also built by people; we all have two arms and two legs, can’t we create a good place by ourselves?"

That was what Du Chengfeng said when he made the final decision, and his statement was agreed upon by all the villagers.

As refugees, they had fully experienced what it meant to rely on collapsing mountains and drying rivers, and every time they settled in a new city, that city seemed to have all sorts of bizarre problems. Afterward, even when they were within the territory of Great Chen, some unspeakable things happened.

Although a large part of these unspeakable things was due to Du Chengfeng, it at least made them realize that there’s no place in the world truly reliable.

Just as Du Chengfeng said, they all have two arms and two legs; relying on heaven or earth is not as good as relying on themselves.

Once their thoughts were unified, their actions became swift; after stopping Li the Carpenter from trying to stuff himself into a carriage, the refugee team quickly left Yizhou.

This left the local people of Yizhou rather perplexed, for they had already prepared to follow these rebels, yet the refugees who had actually occupied Yizhou City left quietly; what was the point of their stay?

They received no explanation, and those who left couldn’t be bothered to leave any explanation.

Although they didn’t possess Du Chengfeng’s level of strength, hearing and seeing him every day, they had absorbed some of his or rather the strong’s way of doing things.

The strong need not explain their actions to anyone; they just need to think and act.

However, this time, Du Chengfeng was prepared to offer some explanation. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You said I killed your son... does that mean you are from the prairie?"

"Huh?"

Qian Yu, who intended to continue his verbal onslaught, was taken aback by the question.

"You treacherous fiend, how dare you insult me... Do you not recognize who I am!"

"I really don’t recognize you."

Du Chengfeng shook his head.

He had very few acquaintances, and those he considered acquaintances were basically in the convoy, and as for other familiar faces or adversaries, aside from Yu Laoer from Li Family Village, most of them were already dead.

Is this old man very famous? Why does he think I would surely know him?

"Hey! I’ve seen you before! How could you..."

Seeing Du Chengfeng genuinely puzzled and scratching his head, Qian Yu was at a loss for words.

"Alright, alright, is that how you’re playing it? Fine, you may not remember me, but surely you remember my son, the commanding officer of Yizhou’s troops, Qian Jin!"

"Qian Jin... Yizhou?"

Du Chengfeng slapped his forehead.

Upon hearing that name, he did remember, because Qian Jin had indeed left a significant impression on him, and the name evoked a scene that had shocked his worldviews, alongside that terrifying figure that asked if it could get even more exciting even when hung mid-air by him.

Formidable foes he’d fought, monsters he’d slain, but such an absurd person, he had never seen before.

"So it’s definitely not me who did that."

With this in mind, Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly.

"Since Qian Jin was your son, you should know of his character as well, right? Using a blade on something so slimy, I’d worry it’d dirty my weapon... So every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor; go deal with who you should."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng kicked Qian Yu, surprisingly setting the old man free on the spot.

Such respect for elders and tenderness for the young naturally earned the villagers’ praise, and even the captured bandits extolled Du Chengfeng’s benevolence—of course, if Du Chengfeng were a bit more merciful and let them go as well, that would have been even better.

Yet, the only one granted a reprieve, the old man Qian Yu, stood frozen on the spot, speechless for quite a while.

Even after the convoy left with the captives, the old man remained dazed on the road, standing amidst the scattered corpses.

He could feel that Du Chengfeng wasn’t lying, and as the man had said, he knew his son. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

But if Du Chengfeng didn’t kill his son, then what was the meaning of everything he persisted in doing?

"Ah..."

Raising his eyes to the strewn bodies, Qian Yu was momentarily lost.

The only thought he clung to was gone.

In such a vast world, where could he go?