Twenty-eight riders split into four paths and descended from the mountain.

These were all descendants from Jiangdong who had once charged alongside Xiang Yu.

One's achievements lead to the withering of ten thousand bones.

If it weren't for Xiang Yu's ultimate defeat, these renowned generals would surely have their place in the knowledge of future generations. Their bravery was unquestionable. Although the Han army outnumbered these elite soldiers by hundreds, they were still able to break through their ranks.

This illusion was constructed based on the cultivation level of the Colonel of the Inspectorate.

Therefore, there were no overly exaggerated scenes. However, the atmosphere of the battlefield was thick with the scent of bloodshed, making Wei Yuan's scalp tingle. He charged forward with his sword, but he never expected that the man in front of him, a great warrior from the west, was originally a Qin soldier. Although he was incorporated into the Han army, his deepest instincts might not necessarily align with that.

The man skillfully avoided the spear.

Wei Yuan, who was behind him, was sold out.

The Chu cavalryman's spear pierced forward, and Wei Yuan instinctively used the Eight-Faced Han Sword Defense to block. With the combination of human and horse power, there was a loud bang as the sword was deflected. Wei Yuan's combat experience allowed him to quickly retreat and avoid the attack, but on the battlefield, he accidentally collided with another person, causing his posture and footwork to change.

In an instant, the battle-hardened cavalryman reacted.

The heavy spear pierced through Wei Yuan's throat in an agile manner.

Everything went black before his eyes.

………………

Wei Yuan abruptly opened his eyes and instinctively raised his hand to cover his throat.

The feeling of being charged by a cavalryman from the mountain and being pierced head-on was extremely unpleasant.

He had underestimated the ancient elites who had experienced various great battles.

These were the personal guards who had fought alongside Xiang Yu from Julu to Gaixia. How could their combat abilities be weak? Wei Yuan calmed himself down, gripping his waist token. A scroll appeared before his eyes, with the Battle of Gaixia still in the first place. But then, two images of the Battle of Julu, experienced by the Qin veteran, and the Battle of Pengcheng, experienced by Yang Xi, emerged from it.

There was Xiang Ji, who had gained fame at a young age, and the peak of his military might, the Hegemon King.

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Wei Yuan looked at the merits behind him, his face turning slightly pale.

This was simply something he couldn't afford right now.

Of course, for the former Colonel of the Inspectorate, these merits were nothing. But Wei Yuan had enough reason to suspect that these were the merits accumulated by the current dynasty's people through legitimate means, preventing the ancient tigers from exchanging most of the heavenly treasures and earth treasures.

After all, for those ancient tigers, was it worth it to exchange a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine for a battle against the Hegemon King at his peak?

It was simply too worth it.

But Wei Yuan looked at his current merits, which were only fifty-nine points, and then shifted his gaze to the first one, the Battle of Gaixia, which was in a state of despair, with Yu Ji already dead and only twenty-eight Jiangdong descendants remaining.

After witnessing the aura of the Hegemon King from the Qin veteran and Yang Xi.

It was difficult for any martial artist to resist the temptation of facing the Hegemon King directly.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and consoled himself.

He still had fifty-nine points, which was quite abundant.

He continued to exchange for this image.

………………………

The old fox spirit gave Wei Yuan three days to create a token that could prove his identity to the Tian Nu. After three days, he would bring the token and go to Qingqiu.

During these three days, Wei Yuan remained in seclusion. The situation on the battlefield was unpredictable, and he constantly tried to get closer to Xiang Yu's location, but it was not easy. In these three days, he had already lost track of how long he had been fighting at Gaixia. Most of the time, he was entangled with Xiang Yu's personal guards.

His swordsmanship and experience became more and more refined.

In this illusion, Xiang Yu's personal guards had similar strength to him.

From the beginning, when he was carelessly killed by these battle-hardened elites.

To now, when he could entangle them without being defeated, and even kill one of them with his swordsmanship.

Wei Yuan's progress was visibly rapid.

But he still couldn't touch Xiang Yu.

After being killed once again by the Jiangdong descendants by Xiang Yu's side, Wei Yuan opened his eyes. After three days of being immersed in this battle, even with his cultivation supporting him, there were bloodshot veins in his eyes, and a clear battlefield aura emanated from him, although it was still hidden.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and instinctively wanted to exchange, only to realize that he had only one merit left to prepare for various images. He had already gone through the Battle of Gaixia fifty-nine times.

And died in battle fifty-nine times.

Wei Yuan paused for a moment, but still exchanged for this image. The last merit dissipated, and the scroll unfolded before Wei Yuan's eyes once again. This time, he was prepared and appeared beside Yang Xi. When the latter was lost in thought, Wei Yuan directly reached out and pulled down the future Marquis of Chiquan from his horse.

There was chaos in the Han army camp.

Wei Yuan urged his horse forward, and the warhorse neighed as it leaped out of the battle.

Directly charging towards that brave and mighty Blackmane horse.The sudden change surprised the Han army, and they instinctively retreated, creating a wave-like opening.

Wei Yuan stared straight at Xiang Yu charging towards him from one direction.

Since he couldn't make contact with Xiang Yu following the trend of the battle, he could only resort to this method.

Wei Yuan raised his sword and charged towards Xiang Yu as if he had no fear of death. One of Xiang Yu's personal guards shouted angrily and charged towards him on horseback. Wei Yuan held his sword in his right hand and raised his left arm, perfectly trapping the guard's spear under his arm. The atmosphere of the battlefield could easily influence one's mind, and with a furious shout, Wei Yuan used his right hand to cut off the guard's spear, throwing the front part of the spear away.

The spear in Xiang Yu's hand shattered.

Perhaps due to Xiang Yu's personality, he quite admired this behavior and loudly exclaimed, "Who is this challenger?!"

Wei Yuan swallowed the surging blood in his throat and swung his sword towards Xiang Yu.

"Wei Yuan from Quanzhou."

"Good!"

Xiang Yu's heavy spear fell.

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"Is Master Wei not here?"

Zhang Hao knocked on the door, and Water Ghost opened it.

Water Ghost shook his head, "I don't know, he hasn't come out for three days."

"Come in and have a seat."

Besides Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, there was another man in his thirties who came here today. He was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing Daoist robes, with a good temperament. The young man beside him looked a bit embarrassed and restless.

Water Ghost asked, "Zhang Hao, what brings you here this time?"

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, not knowing how to say it for a moment.

He couldn't possibly say that it was because his senior uncle, Zhang Yuyan, had spoken disrespectfully and caused some offense.

This time, it was his junior uncle who came with their master to apologize. Worried about being thrown out again, he wanted to talk to Wei Yuan about it. So he had no choice but to force himself and say, "I'm here to express my gratitude. The resentful spirits from the New Continent arrived in Quan City a few days ago, and Master Wei helped us."

Water Ghost nodded.

Zhang Hao raised his hand to drink water, looking at this museum that was relatively rare in other places.

He also thought about what happened in Liucun before.

Afterwards, they told the elders in Quan City about the incident, including the person next to them. Although he looked young, he was actually nearly seventy years old. He was given the Five Thunder Scriptures and they, the younger generation, had to call him Senior Uncle.

The old man was knowledgeable and agreed with their speculation.

He believed that the general mentioned by Huang Gu, referred to a land god that was formed by the sacrifice of a certain ancient general after his death, rather than the owner of the Wei Mansion.

The experiences of the owner of the Wei Mansion were clear under the modern household registration system and were normal.

And based on this, it could be inferred that the relationship between the senior and the owner of the Wei Mansion was due to their close proximity. This way, everything could be explained, and in the end, it was all because of Zhang Yuyan's senior uncle being too disrespectful and presumptuous.

Zhang Hao put down his water cup and looked at his senior uncle beside him.

But he saw the old man looking somewhat surprised, his eyes fixed on a black cat lying on a cabinet.

Zhang Hao was curious.

When he came before, it seemed that he didn't see the owner of the Wei Mansion keeping a cat.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuyan hung his head in frustration, feeling that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he took the initiative to explain his intentions to Water Ghost and the others. The main reason was that he had been disrespectful and had to some extent directly called out the name of the senior, attracting the attention of Water Ghost and the others, as well as the astonished and admiring gaze of the black cat.

Just when Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng were feeling a bit embarrassed.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard. Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed, and he said, "Master Wei is coming..."

Before his voice could finish, a feeling that couldn't be described in words surged in his heart.

It was as if he had been thrown into a sea of corpses and blood, as if a blood-stained knife was placed behind his neck.

Zhang Hao's body stiffened, and he saw the hairs on his arms standing up one by one, causing goosebumps. He stiffly looked towards the position of the door, and the sound of footsteps, extremely calm and cold, rang out. But in a daze, it seemed that he could hear something else besides the sound of footsteps.

It was the sound of armor rubbing.

Step, step, step—

Along with the footsteps, the atmosphere in this small room became visibly oppressive.

Even the fur of the black cat stood on end.

Was it killing intent?!

Creak—

The door was pushed open.

Wei Yuan stepped out.

In the instant he opened the door, an extremely cruel and cold aura spread out from him, unique to the aura of a general from the era of cold weapons. It made the soldiers of the Qi family shiver, instinctively straightening their chests and standing at the door.

Wei Yuan's eyes were somewhat dazed, as if he was still in the scene of fighting against Xiang Yu.

Truly awe-inspiring.

It was hard to imagine that, under the same level of cultivation, facing the Overlord, this was the outcome.

But thinking about what he had seen before, Xiang Yu's achievements didn't seem so difficult to accept.

It was just that the aura left on the battlefield finally erupted.Wei Yuan sat down, causing the bodies of the people opposite him to stiffen. Zhang Yu almost thought that his previous rudeness had been discovered, which would explain the hostile aura directed at him. His lips trembled slightly. Could it be that all the residents of this ancient street were such characters?

Only the old man with profound Taoist cultivation seemed fine. However, the previously lazy black cat suddenly pounced on Wei Yuan, pressing its paw against his forehead. After confirming that he was still the same person, the cat finally relaxed.

It had almost thought that this guy had been influenced by someone in his dream.

Wei Yuan casually held the black cat, almost slapping it in reflex. But thinking of the girl not far away who had the aura of Kun Lun, he swallowed his anger. The Taoist priest watched this scene in surprise, almost unable to believe it. He turned his head to look at the old Taoist who was baring his teeth and panting heavily.

The old Taoist introduced himself and then feigned surprise, asking, "May I ask, Master Wei, this black cat is..."

Wei Yuan's consciousness was clear, but the murderous aura still lingered. Part of it was due to his encounter with the residual shadow of Xiang Yu, which had tainted him with its evil aura. He played with the cat's chin and replied, "It's a pet of a friend named Zhang, who has been staying at my place recently."

The old Taoist looked at the cat, which was behaving obediently in the young man's arms, and was at a loss for words.

Even the uncle master of the Heavenly Master was scratched by it.

And also, a friend named Zhang?

He felt that the information he had previously investigated was cracking open.

After thinking for a while, he noticed Shen Jifeng adjusting his glasses and Zhang Hao's slightly bright eyes. He decided to make a final attempt and said with a smile, "I noticed that your aura was a bit unstable just now, Master Wei. Did something happen?"

Wei Yuan also noticed the evil aura on his body.

It seemed that fighting continuously for three days at the Battle of Gaixia had left some traces.

He thought for a moment and said, "I just had a nightmare."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Daytime thoughts lead to nighttime dreams. Perhaps there are some unresolved issues in your heart, Master Wei, or some past experiences that you can't let go of, which are bothering you. I know a bit about dream interpretation. If you don't mind, I can interpret your dream for you."

Wei Yuan thought for a moment. Seeing no reason to refuse, he extended his right hand.

The Taoist took a talisman, somewhat curious to see the dream that the young man had just had.

He was truly a man of Taoist cultivation.

So, with a flash before his eyes, he saw the spiritual traces that Wei Yuan had just left behind.

Just one scene, and the overwhelming evil aura made the old Taoist's heart shudder—

An endless evil aura, a real and cruel battlefield.

Towering mountains, beacon fires, armies parting easily, a tall man in armor thrusting his long spear heavily, asking, "Who dares to challenge me?!"

Then,

A familiar voice answered:

"Wei Yuan from Quanzhou."