The fierce battlefield aura was truly overwhelming and came rushing towards them.

The old Taoist almost released Wei Yuan's right hand as if he had been electrocuted.

His vision darkened slightly, a result of being impacted by the martial aura, and it took him a while to recover. He looked at Wei Yuan with a mix of surprise and suspicion. The latter looked somewhat exhausted, sitting on the sofa with a black cat that had a five-hundred-year cultivation level lazily yawning on his knee.

The smooth rattan chair, the steaming tea, and the young and lazy shopkeeper.

Sunlight, a bouquet of flowers on the table, and a black cat.

They seemed to match well with this ancient and yellowed museum.

But...

The old man looked at the museum owner in front of him, his eyes filled with a strange expression.

Wei Yuan vaguely guessed something from the old Taoist's reaction.

Perhaps he was impacted by the residual martial aura.

He gently pressed his right hand on the black cat's head and looked at the old Taoist, naturally saying, "I've been staying up late playing some games these days, mostly themed around ancient battlefields. I've played too much and inevitably got a bit obsessed. Even in my dreams, I feel like I'm some kind of great general."

"It's probably like what the old gentleman just said, thinking during the day and dreaming at night."

Zhang Yu nodded earnestly, "I understand, I understand. Everyone has gone through a phase of being a bit juvenile."

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng couldn't help but hold down their junior martial brother's shoulder, urging him to stop talking.

The old Taoist looked at the young museum owner and nodded slowly, saying, "Indeed, that's true. The old Taoist understands." But what he was thinking about was the other sentence he had said earlier. Many dreams at night were indeed related to thoughts during the day, but there was also a part that was about past experiences, deeply buried in the heart and unwilling to rest.

The group soon bid their farewells.

But they didn't go to the flower shop across the street to visit and apologize to the senior.

Zhang Hao drove the car, looking at the road ahead and casually asking, "Master Uncle, is it okay that we didn't visit and apologize?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "It's fine. That senior probably doesn't mind."

"But it seems like our junior martial brother won't be able to set foot on this street again in the future."

Zhang Yu smiled bitterly and awkwardly.

Shen Jifeng couldn't help but purse his lips and smile. He remembered something and curiously asked, "By the way, Master Uncle, did you really see the dream of Master Wei? What did he dream about?"

The old Taoist paused for a moment, thinking about the fleeting battlefield and the museum owner sitting on the sofa, and said kindly, "It was just a simple and ordinary dream."

Shen Jifeng expressed some regret with an "Oh."

The old man didn't say anything more. In his mind, he couldn't forget the gun that had swung down, and when the black car turned a corner, two young and beautiful girls walked by the roadside. One of them was wearing a gorgeous red dress, and the old Taoist suddenly remembered a guest who had visited the Celestial Master's Mansion when he was young.

At that time, he was only five years old, and his current senior martial uncle had just been given the Five Thunder Scriptures.

When the senior martial uncle, who was the Celestial Master at the time, came out of seclusion, he personally received a visitor. It was a young woman who looked young and wore a red dress that resembled blooming poppies. He and his junior martial uncle were curious and secretly went to take a look. They saw that the guest was carrying a box, and when she opened it, there was an ancient and simple gunhead inside.

A chilling aura came rushing towards them, causing him to fall seriously ill later.

Now, the old Taoist recalled that gun. It was exactly the same as what he had just seen in his dream, except that it was even more vivid and domineering than when it was in the box. It was like one was bold and distinct, while the other had been sleeping in solitude for thousands of years.

After thinking for a while, the old man couldn't restrain his curiosity and sent a text message to his senior martial uncle.

"Are you there?"

Soon, a reply arrived.

A cat head licking its paws on the keyboard.

The old Taoist couldn't help but cry and laugh. His senior martial uncle was over a hundred years old, yet he was still like this. His mentality was younger than his own. After thinking for a moment, he asked his senior martial uncle if he remembered the guest from their childhood and received an affirmative answer. Then he asked if he knew about that gunhead.

This time, the reply was slow, and it took a while before a message came back.

"I know."

The Celestial Master said:

"That gun doesn't have a name, but because of its owner, people in later generations call it the Tyrant's Spear."

The old Taoist stared at the screen of his phone for a long time, then gently pulled up the wide sleeve of his Taoist robe. When he saw the goosebumps on his arm, he remembered...

After seeing off the guest, the black cat in Wei Yuan's arms jumped out unhappily and kept hissing at him, showing its teeth.Wei Yuan rubbed his temples. He had not slept for three days, completely immersed in the battlefield. Even with his cultivation, he was starting to feel overwhelmed and exhausted. He had intended to take a short break, but ended up falling asleep on the couch. When he woke up, it was already dusk.

The heavenly maiden sat on the opposite couch, quietly reading a book.

"Are you awake?" she asked, looking up at Wei Yuan. "Did something exhausting happen?"

Wei Yuan forced a bitter smile and felt a splitting headache. He sat up on the couch, thinking for a moment before briefly explaining the situation to the girl. There was nothing to hide from her. The girl suddenly realized, "It was the Battle of Gaixia... Xiang Yu. No wonder you have such a strong aura of war."

Wei Yuan rubbed his head and couldn't help but sigh. He supported himself on the couch and said, "Yes, the Hegemon."

"And just how terrifying was his power at his peak..."

The girl rested her chin on her hand and said, "You should know."

"Know what?"

"The line 'With strength that moves mountains and air that covers the world,' isn't it well-known throughout Shen Zhou?"

"That line of poetry, of course..."

Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly as he thought of a possibility and exclaimed in shock, "Wait a minute, is this poem realistic?"

This time, the girl was surprised and said, "Do people in later generations think it's just boasting?"

Wei Yuan was speechless.

The heavenly maiden thought for a moment, put down the book in her hand, and said, "During the Qin and Han dynasties, when Xiang Yu held the Ding, it was not just a symbol of power. In Shen Zhou, the Ding represented the fortune of the world. There was once a Qin king who wanted to hold the Ding but was backlashed by the fortune and died soon after. Xiang Yu's ability to hold the Ding not only represented his strength but also his magnanimity."

"That's why it's said that his strength moves mountains and his air covers the world."

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Wei Yuan nodded slowly, reminiscing about the few remaining shadows of strongmen he had seen, and whispered:

"With strength that moves mountains and air that covers the world, the time is not favorable and the horse does not pass."

"The horse does not pass, what can be done? Yu, oh Yu, what a pity."

The girl leaned forward slightly, looking at Wei Yuan, and asked, "Have you ever seen Yu Ji?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "At the end of the Battle of Gaixia, Yu Ji should have already taken her own life."

The girl said, "But she didn't die so easily."

Wei Yuan looked at the heavenly maiden in astonishment, and she said softly, "Aren't you curious? Xiang Yu achieved great success at a young age and became the Hegemon, almost ruling the world. There must have been court historians around him, but in official historical records like the Records of the Grand Historian, there are only a few mentions of Yu Ji."

"Her background, her name, her hometown, all are blank."

"Yet she was a woman who accompanied the Hegemon in his conquests. In the future, she might have become a noble concubine or even an empress."

"But she doesn't even have a name or a hometown. Isn't that strange?"

Wei Yuan realized and said, "Is she not human?"

The heavenly maiden nodded and said, "She did indeed take her own life, but where her blood stained the ground, red flowers bloomed everywhere. These flowers could dance with the Chu wind. They were named Yu Mei Ren. How could an ordinary person leave behind such a phenomenon after death?"

"If I'm not mistaken, she was a flower spirit who transformed into a human. Ordinary Yu Mei Ren only live for three to five years from birth to death, and the flowers wither in just one year. It is likely that she encountered the once-in-sixty-years Emperor's Flowing Nectar by chance and absorbed it, allowing her to break free from plants and transform into a human."

The girl sighed softly and said, "Originally, she should have cultivated in the mountains and eventually become an immortal, or be appointed as a local deity in a certain place, in order to live up to the opportunity of the Emperor's Flowing Nectar. But in the end, she met the Hegemon, willingly entered the mortal world, and took her own life to avoid burdening him."

"But she still didn't understand cultivation. The life of a plant spirit is not so easily extinguished. She saw herself as a human. When Liu Bang saw her, he saw a beautiful sea of flowers in the camp and the sword he had once given to Xiang Yu, but he did not see Yu Ji. That's why he left Xiang Yu's spear in the sea of flowers."

Wei Yuan thought of the Hegemon in the illusion of his memories and asked, "Then Yu Ji..."

The heavenly maiden said, "She might still be alive, experiencing several hundred years or even longer, transforming from plants to human form once again, and carrying the spear, wandering in this world, from the south to the north, hoping to meet Xiang Yu again."

"While there is no concept of the underworld in this world, people like Xiang Yu, after their death, their true spirits may not be extinguished and may be reborn as humans again. By the way, speaking of Yu Mei Ren, wait a moment, Yuan."

The girl got up and walked to the flower shop, returning after a while.

She sat back on the couch, patted the cushion next to her, and smiled, "Lie down."Wei Yuan opened his mouth, but seeing the girl's determined look, he obediently lay down, resting his head on the pillow. He barely moved, feeling a splitting headache due to exhaustion, but then he felt a cool sensation. The girl's fingers pressed lightly on his forehead, carrying a floral scent. It helped him relax his tense spirit due to the battlefield's killing aura, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

Wei Yuan asked in surprise, "What is this..."

Beside the celestial maiden was a small porcelain bottle, inside which were red petals soaked in water. She dipped her finger in the water and pressed it on Wei Yuan's forehead, smiling as she replied, "It's the Yu Beauty flower. This flower can be used in medicine. Its fragrance and petals can gradually calm people's hearts and soothe the spirits of those who have been in long battles."

"Just like the story of Yu Ji and the Overlord."

"Even the invincible war god would smell the flowers and let go of the pressure in his heart."

Wei Yuan slightly closed his eyes, feeling his fatigue easing.

The celestial maiden continued, "By the way, I have already gotten his token from Hu Ming. We can go to Qingqiu tomorrow."

"I wonder if we can still see familiar faces."

She extended her left hand to flip the pages of the book, while her right hand lightly pressed on the forehead of the Commandant of Justice.

Seemingly thinking of Qingqiu, she felt happy and began to hum the first ballad composed by a woman in Shen Zhou.

"Waiting for someone, Yi..."

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