Chapter 350: Chapter 299: Between Gods and Ghosts
What is it like to be a deity?
Du Chengfeng had never tried it before; this was indeed a test for him, especially when Da Lang Wu Zhao explicitly told him to speak less.
"If you talk too much, you lose your dignity, especially with your mouth..."
"What, what’s wrong with my mouth?"
Du Chengfeng was immediately agitated.
"I’m just speaking normally, what’s the problem with that?"
"You do speak normally, but that’s the biggest problem."
Swordsman Wu Zhao began to shake his head as well.
"In short, as we discussed before, I’ll handle the specifics. You just watch for now... don’t speak, please don’t speak, if there’s anything to be said, I’ll say it for you. That’s how you keep your dignity."
So, amidst the back-and-forth of both Wu Zhaos, Du Chengfeng eventually chose to remain silent for a while.
Then, the natives of Yellow Sand City witnessed a true deity.
Just sitting there, he was almost as tall as those standing, and when he stood up, the shadow cast by his enormous figure was suffocating—some guards wanted to converse, to ask why he had returned as they did before, but this time, he said nothing.
A silent giant is far more oppressive than a gentle giant; facing that unsmiling face, everyone present felt an inexplicable sense that they had done something wrong.
But the problem was, it was their first day meeting this Little Giant, how could they have offended him?
"Um, this... Warrior."
After thinking for a moment, the lead guard still tried to open up and make small talk.
"I don’t know what brings you back this time. Is it to find a place to rest, or..."
"What nerve! How dare you face the divine might!"
A seemingly ordinary man standing next to the Little Giant suddenly shouted.
"Kneel!"
"Hmm?"
The lead guard was furious. He was someone of status in Yellow Sand City; besides the high and mighty nobles, it was they, the guards wielding violence, who had the say—not that he could accept being berated by the giant-like warrior; after all, he couldn’t win in a fight.
But now, can just anyone come out and speak loudly to him?
"What are y..."
BANG!
A tremendous force struck his back, and the unruly guard was knocked to his knees on the spot.
The powerful impact even made him cough up blood, but when he turned around confused, he couldn’t find any culprit.
Only the previously ordinary-looking man was still standing there, looking at him coldly.
"And you all, kneel."
The man lifted his head, scanning the crowd, and everyone he looked at, be they guards, old farmers, or captured bandits, all knelt to the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
Because they had just seen the man wave his hand from a distance, and the strongest, fiercest guard was already forced down, spitting blood.
Such a terrifying power with just a mere wave.
Was the one standing before them truly human?
"You don’t need to have any doubts."
Just as fear and confusion gripped their hearts, the man spoke again.
"You just need to learn to obey."
"..."
The crowd was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend what he was saying.
In truth, the words themselves were understandable, but it was precisely because they understood that they were more perplexed—even the high and mighty nobles of the city wouldn’t say such tyrannical words. No matter how arrogant they were, they at least maintained an appearance of courtesy, but now, these strange outsiders...
"What gives them the right?"
Some had begun to frown subtly, their innate courage as inhabitants of the borderlands teeming. Kneeling was a reflexive awe of unknown power, but it didn’t mean they would submit.
However, at that moment, the Little Giant sitting before them also frowned, looking at the ordinary man.
"The deity is angry! You must all face the deity’s wrath!"
Another man rushed out, looking identical to the previous one, and compared to the earlier aggressive man, this one acted even more savagely—he pressed his palm down, and everyone present felt as if hit by a heavy hammer, their previously erect backs bent down, their heads touching the ground.
With their heads hitting the ground, their vulnerable necks were exposed, impossible to protect in this prostrate posture, nearly handing their lives over to another.
It was the utmost fear and the utmost humiliation.
But the force pressed on their backs kept them from lifting their heads.
"Kneel like this and crawl out."
The man holding them down spoke words even harder to accept.
Yet they couldn’t resist.
So, after a moment, someone chose to leave—though crawling, it was the best way to exit this terrifying environment at the moment.
As someone led the way, came the second, the third, the fourth... More people crawled out from this crude outpost, soon vanishing completely.
Leaving only the Little Giant, and the two men and a dog.
"Isn’t this a bit too much?"
After a long silence, Du Chengfeng finally spoke.
"I originally thought you’d use a more normal..."
"Is this not normal?"
The two Wu Zhaos seemed puzzled.
"You don’t think I should reason with these people, right? Do you think they would understand? Do we need them to understand anything? No, we don’t, right? We just need them to obey, to do what we want... Looking at the result, it’s actually not bad, they’ve learned to obey."
"I still feel that your approach isn’t quite right."
Du Chengfeng thought for a moment, then shook his head.
He was a pacifist, a person living life peacefully, and he couldn’t bear such brutal scenes—especially when it all arose because of him.
"Let’s try my way instead."
After witnessing Wu Zhao’s so-called method, Du Chengfeng ultimately decided to take matters into his own hands.
Unlike Wu Zhao’s simplistic, even brute methods, his approach was friendlier.
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