Chapter 341: Chapter 290: Two Worlds
"You all don’t know about the foreign tribes?"
"How would we know who they are if you don’t tell us?"
"Those people, the ones who look like that—haven’t you ever seen them?"
"Are there actually people in this world who look like that?"
After a round of conversation, all three Wu Zhao people were stunned, even Du Chengfeng was taken aback.
It’s simply because what they were talking about didn’t match at all.
According to Wu Zhao’s account, during their active period, the Yin people conquered the entire world—not in a narrow sense, but in a truly universal sense. After all, in the heyday of Wu Zhao, these ferocious warriors were almost out of battles to fight, even to the point of sacrificing their bodies, traversing the river of time to come to future generations just to find formidable enemies.
Of course, as it stands now, this "sacrifice" seems a bit abstract, but from this one can also see that back then, the Yin people certainly could be said to have mapped every corner of the land.
In other words, they’ve seen everything there was to see.
But as for Du Chengfeng, it was completely different. Though he had traveled far and wide, there were still many places under heaven he hadn’t been to, many foreign tribes he hadn’t seen—the northern grassland people he had encountered, but the southern barbarians he had not, he had fought once with the western tribes, but the eastern pirates he had only occasionally heard about.
"There are actually people beyond the sea?"
The Wu Zhao were increasingly astonished.
"That can’t be right, our warriors flew over to explore back then, and there was nothing on the other side of the sea, only the big fish in the sea could be considered enemies...how could there be people over there? Do they live in the water?"
"You ask me, who am I supposed to ask? I’ve never seen them either."
Du Chengfeng couldn’t answer the topic, as he truly hadn’t seen the maritime pirates.
"But how could you have never seen the foreign tribes? Or have you perhaps seen the ancestors of the foreign tribes, and they just changed appearance later on?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
The three Wu Zhao shook their heads in unison.
Even though attire might change, appearance, skin color, and physical features are not easy to alter—in other words, if foreign tribes truly existed, they couldn’t possibly have no impression of those distinctly different features.
"How about... you take a look at this?"
Du Chengfeng thought for a moment and pulled out the foreign tribes’ staff and sling from his bag.
These two items were brought along deliberately, as they were related to the foreign tribes and by extension, related to this Peach Blossom Land. Furthermore, since he hadn’t had a chance to refine these weapons, he naturally had to keep them with him.
And now was the perfect time to bring them out for analysis.
"This..."
Looking at the old sling and the seemingly unremarkable staff, the three Wu Zhao furrowed their brows.
The three people present, or rather, the two people and a dog, were top-notch in understanding Evil Qi, and naturally, they could detect more things when analyzing these two weapons—the results of their analysis were consistent with Du Chengfeng’s previous judgment: these two weapons, like Du Chengfeng’s blade, were Divine Soldiers inhabited by resolute intentions.
However, there were some differences.
"The specific method of operation is different."
Yellow Dog Wu Zhao keenly detected the differences.
"Your blade is straightforward, with the sacrificer’s will directly engraved on the blade, a process similar to sacrifice, allowing the blade to be considered an extension of the sacrificer...but these two items are different."
As he spoke, Yellow Dog Wu Zhao’s paw pressed against the sling.
"This sling already has a peculiar smell, likely indicating that someone who left their will used this weapon, but there are many more mixed thoughts imprinted here, not initially left by the original holder...this is more akin to the rituals our Yin people conducted, stirring the spirits within multiple people to amplify the weapon’s power through their collective will."
"Simply put, does this weapon have a ’fan club’?"
Du Chengfeng quickly grasped the concept in his own way.
Since it really seemed like that was the case, his big blade was like an exceptionally strong individual achieving victory through sheer effort, while according to Yellow Dog Wu Zhao, this sling performed well due to its performance on the field and the cheering from a crowd of supporters on the sidelines.
Having a group cheering you on definitely can boost performance, at least psychologically.
And in this surreal Idealist World, mentality truly dictates everything.
"Though I’m not sure what you mean by ’fan club’...that interpretation is fine,"
After hearing Du Chengfeng’s explanation, Da Lang Wu Zhao nodded, indicating that Du Chengfeng’s understanding was acceptable.
"As for this staff...this one is even more apparent. Although the staff is engraved with a will, suggesting an original holder, compared to that will, the staff itself is too new, do you understand what I mean?"
"You mean the quality of the wood?"
Du Chengfeng rubbed his chin.
Most of his understanding pertained to metal weapons, while woodwork was obviously more Li Mujiang’s expertise—though the former Yin people of Wu Zhao had to select wooden handles for various weapons, providing them with some basic knowledge of timber.
Like this staff, its nondescript appearance was its biggest problem; several decades old, but compared to the grand and weighty will it carried, it was still too young.
"It’s like forcibly imprinting an original will onto a piece of young timber."
Swordsman Wu Zhao furrowed his brows.
"Though I understand the general process, I’ve never seen such a technique...where exactly did these foreign tribes come from?"
"The west."
Du Chengfeng gestured vaguely in that direction.
"They claim to have come from very, very far away..."
"I don’t mean the geographical location,"
Da Lang Wu Zhao shook his head.
"I mean, where do they claim to have emerged from...that’s important, I need to know what they’re thinking."
"As for their claims...they declared they left the Promised Land and will eventually return to the Promised Land."
Du Chengfeng pointed at the ground.
"Right here, they call this place the Promised..."
Du Chengfeng’s words stalled.
He vaguely realized something.
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