Twenty-eight riders descended from the mountain in four directions.

These were all Jiangdong men who had once charged and fought alongside Xiang Yu.

One general's success is built on ten thousand corpses.

If Xiang Yu hadn't ultimately lost, they would undoubtedly have had a place among the famous generals known to later generations. Their bravery was unquestionable. Although the Han army outnumbered these elites several times over, they were still cut through, creating paths.

This illusion was constructed based on the cultivation level of the Sili Commandant himself.

Therefore, there weren't any overly exaggerated scenes. Even so, the baleful aura of the battlefield was sufficiently dense and heavy to make Wei Yuan's scalp tingle. He charged forward with his war sword, but he hadn't expected that the burly man from Guanzhong in front of him was originally a Qin soldier. Although he had been incorporated into the Han army, his deepest instincts might not necessarily align with that.

The burly man in front skillfully avoided the spear point.

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

The Chu army cavalryman thrust his spear forward fiercely. Wei Yuan subconsciously defended with his Eight-Sided Han Sword. Manpower and horsepower combined, there was a loud crash. The sword blade was directly deflected. Wei Yuan's combat experience allowed him to quickly retreat and evade, but on the battlefield, he collided with another person, deforming his posture and footwork.

In the blink of an eye, the battle-hardened cavalryman reacted.

The heavy spear pierced Wei Yuan's throat with extreme agility.

Darkness fell before his eyes.

………………

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, subconsciously raising his hand to cover his throat.

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

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

These should be the personal guards who had followed Xiang Yu from Julu all the way to Gaixia. How could their combat ability be weak? Wei Yuan composed himself, holding the waist tag. A scroll appeared before his eyes. The Battle of Gaixia was still in first place, but then two Moon Dew Reflections split off from it.

They were the Battle of Julu experienced by the Qin army veteran.

And the bloody Battle of Pengcheng experienced by Yang Xi.

There was Xiang Ji when he was young and famous, and the Overlord at the height of his military power.

Wei Yuan looked at the merits behind him, his face a little green.

This was simply not something he could afford right now.

Of course, for the former Sili Commandant, these merits were nothing, but Wei Yuan had sufficient reason to suspect that the current dynasty was legally and reasonably exploiting the merits accumulated by successive Crouching Tigers in subduing demons and eliminating evil, preventing them from exchanging for most of the heavenly treasures.

After all, for those Crouching Tigers, exchanging a thousand-year-old elixir for a battle with the Overlord in his prime.

Was it worth it?

It was simply too worth it.

But Wei Yuan looked at the fifty-nine merits he had left, and then turned his gaze to the first one, the Battle of Gaixia, in a state of desperate courage, the swan song of a hero, Yu Ji had passed away, and only twenty-eight of the eight thousand Jiangdong men remained.

After seeing the Overlord's demeanor from the Qin soldier veteran and Yang Xi.

Any martial artist would find it difficult to resist the temptation to face the Overlord once.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, comforting himself in his heart.

There are still fifty-nine points left, very generous.

He continued to exchange for this Moon Dew Reflection.

………………………

The old fox spirit gave Wei Yuan three days to give to the celestial maiden.

After three days, he would condense his magic power to create a token that could prove his identity.

Then he would take the token and go to Qingqiu.

And Wei Yuan spent these three days in seclusion. The situation on the battlefield was unpredictable. He kept trying to get closer to Xiang Yu's location, but how easy was that? In these three days, he didn't even know how long he had been fighting in Gaixia. In most cases, he was entangled with Xiang Yu's personal guards.

His swordsmanship and experience continued to become more seasoned.

In this illusion, the hard power of Xiang Yu's personal guards was similar to his.

And from the beginning when he was carelessly killed by these veterans.

To now being able to entangle without defeat, and even kill one of them with his sword skills.

Wei Yuan's progress was visibly rapid.

But he still couldn't touch the edge of Xiang Yu.

After being killed again by the Jiangdong men beside Xiang Yu, Wei Yuan opened his eyes. He had been immersed in this battle for three days, and even with the protection of his cultivation, there were some bloodshot eyes. A clear baleful aura of the battlefield was born around him, but it was still hidden and not released.

Wei Yuan raised his hand, almost instinctively wanting to exchange, only to realize that the merits he had prepared for himself, to exchange for various Moon Dew Reflections, had only one left.

He had walked through the Battle of Gaixia fifty-nine times.

And died fifty-nine times.

Wei Yuan's movements paused, but he still exchanged for this last Moon Dew Reflection. The last merit disappeared, and the painting slowly unfolded before Wei Yuan's eyes again. This time he was prepared, still appearing beside Yang Xi. When the latter was lost in thought, he directly jumped into the air and reached out, pulling this future Marquis of Chiquan off his horse.

There was a commotion in the Han army's camp.

Wei Yuan squeezed his legs on the horse's belly. This warhorse neighed and actually jumped out of the battle on its own accord.

He headed straight for the valiant black horse.

Such a sudden change surprised the Han army. Subconsciously, they all retreated, immediately parting like waves breaking.

Wei Yuan stared straight at Xiang Yu, who was charging down from this direction.

Since he couldn't get in touch with Xiang Yu by following the trend of the battle, he could only use this method.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and drew his sword, charging towards Xiang Yu as if he didn't fear death. One of Xiang Yu's personal guards shouted angrily and drove his horse forward. Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand and raised his left arm, perfectly clamping the personal guard's spear under his arm. The battlefield atmosphere was most likely to infect people's minds. He shouted angrily, and his right-hand sword cut off the spear, throwing out the front part of the spear.

It was shattered by the spear in Xiang Yu's hand.

Seemingly because of Xiang Yu's personality, he quite appreciated such behavior, and said loudly:

"Who is the coming general?!"

Wei Yuan swallowed the surging qi and blood, and slashed at Xiang Yu with his sword.

"Quanzhou, Wei Yuan."

"Good!"

Xiang Yu's heavy spear slammed down.

……………………

"Is Museum Director Wei not here?"

Zhang Hao knocked on the door. The water ghost opened the door.

The water ghost shook his head: "I don't know, he hasn't come out for three days."

"Come in and sit down first."

Besides Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, there was also a man who looked to be about thirty years old, a middle-aged Taoist in a Taoist robe. The Taoist had a very good demeanor, while the man had an awkward expression on his face, sitting uneasily.

The water ghost said: "Little Zhang, what's the matter this time?"

Zhang Hao smiled wryly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He couldn't possibly say that it was because Uncle-Master Zhang Yu's words were frivolous and somewhat rude.

This time, the Grand Uncle-Master personally brought this Little Uncle-Master to apologize, and was worried about being thrown out again, so he wanted to find Wei Yuan to intercede? So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "We are here to thank you. A few days ago, the New World wraiths arrived in Quanzhou City, and we troubled Museum Director Wei to help."

The water ghost oh-ed.

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

He also thought of what he had experienced in Liu Village before.

After this, they told their elders in Quanzhou City about what had happened, including the Taoist next to him. Although he looked young, he was actually nearly seventy years old and had been granted the Five Thunder Talisman. These younger generations had to call him Grand Uncle-Master.

The old man was knowledgeable and agreed with their subsequent speculation.

He believed that the general in Huang Gu Nu's mouth referred to a land god who was transformed after the death of an ancient military general and was worshipped, rather than that Museum Director Wei.

That Museum Director Wei's experience was clear at a glance under the modern household registration system, very normal.

And inferring from this point, the relationship between the senior and Museum Director Wei opposite was due to being neighbors, so everything could be explained. In the end, it was still because Zhang Yu, Uncle-Master, was too frivolous and presumptuous.

Zhang Hao put down his water cup and looked at the Grand Uncle-Master next to Zhang Yu.

But he saw that the old man was a little surprised, his eyes fixed on a black cat lying on the cabinet.

Zhang Hao was a little curious.

When he came before, he didn't seem to see Museum Director Wei keeping a cat.

And over there, Zhang Yu was dejected, feeling that he couldn't hide it anyway, so he took the initiative to tell the water ghost and others about his intentions. The main thing was that he was a little rude and could be said to have directly called out the senior's name, which attracted the water ghost and others, as well as the black cat's surprised and somewhat emotional gazes.

Just as even Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng were feeling a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening, and said:

"Museum Director Wei is com..."

Before the sound fell, a heart palpitations that could not be described in words suddenly appeared in his heart.

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

Zhang Hao's body stiffened, and he saw the hairs on his arms stand up one by one, his goosebumps erupting. He stiffly looked towards the door, the sound of footsteps extremely calm and stern, but in a trance, he seemed to hear other things besides the sound of footsteps.

It was the sound of armor plates rubbing against each other.

Step, step, step -

Along with the sound of footsteps, the atmosphere in this small house was actually visibly suppressed.

The black cat's fur exploded.

Was it murderous aura?!

Squeak -

The door was pushed open.

Wei Yuan stepped out.

At the moment he opened the door, an extremely cruel, cold aura suddenly spread out with him as the center. It was an aura unique to the military generals of the Cold Weapon Era, causing the Qi Family Army's soul to shudder, subconsciously straightening their chests and standing at the door.

Wei Yuan's eyes were a little dazed, and the scene of fighting with Xiang Yu seemed to remain before his eyes.

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Overwhelming ah.

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

But thinking about what he had seen before, the Overlord's record, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

It was just that the residual aura on the battlefield finally erupted.

Wei Yuan sat down, and the people opposite him were a little stiff. Zhang Yu almost thought that the matter of his previous rudeness had been known, which was why he had been targeted by this baleful aura. His lips trembled. Could it be that all the people living in this ancient street were like this?

Only the old man with profound Taoism was still okay, but he saw the previously lazy black cat suddenly pounce on Wei Yuan, reaching out its claws and pressing them on Wei Yuan's eyebrows. After confirming that this was still the original person, he relaxed.

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

Wei Yuan hugged the black cat directly, and the cat almost slapped him backhandedly, but when he thought of the girl with Kunlun aura not far away, he still sullenly endured it. The Taoist looked at this scene in surprise, almost not daring to believe it. The cat turned its head and bared its teeth at the old Taoist, constantly huffing.

The old Taoist introduced himself and pretended to be surprised:

"I wonder, Museum Director Wei, this black cat is..."

Wei Yuan's consciousness was already clear, but the murderous aura still remained. Part of it was because he had fought against Xiang Yu's remnant shadow and had been infected with the latter's baleful aura. He casually teased the cat's chin and answered when he heard the question: "It's raised by a Taoist friend named Zhang. It's being fostered in my house for a while."

The old Taoist looked at the honest and docile cat in the young man's arms, speechless.

Even Celestial Master Uncle was scratched.

Moreover, Taoist friend Zhang?

He felt that the things he had investigated before had cracked open with a click, click sound.

After thinking about it, he noticed Shen Jifeng, who was pushing up his glasses next to him, and Zhang Hao, whose eyes were slightly bright. He decided to make a final attempt, stroking his beard and smiling: "I see that Little Friend Wei's aura was a little unstable just now. Did you encounter something?"

Wei Yuan also noticed the baleful aura on his body.

It seemed that constantly fighting in Gaixia for three days had still left some traces.

He thought about it and said: "I just had a nightmare."

The old Taoist smiled and said: "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. It may be that Little Friend Wei has something knot in your heart, or that some past experiences are difficult to let go of, and have been entangling in your heart. This poor Taoist also knows some dream interpretation techniques. If Little Friend doesn't mind, I can interpret the dream for you."

Wei Yuan thought about it, there was no reason to refuse, and stretched out his right hand.

The Taoist pinched a talisman, somewhat curious, wanting to see the dream that the young man had seen before.

He was the kind who really had Taoism.

So, his eyes flashed, and he saw the mental traces that Wei Yuan had just left behind.

It was just a scene, but the baleful aura contained in it made the old Taoist's heart shudder -

Boundless baleful aura, a real and cruel battlefield.

Towering mountains, beacon fire and wolf smoke, thousands of troops retreated, and a tall man wearing armor slammed down with a spear in his hand, asking: "Who is the coming general?!"

Then,

A familiar voice answered:

"Quanzhou, Wei Yuan."