In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"...What does 'what' mean?" Yi Shi was completely baffled.

The air suddenly became awkward. The three of them stared at each other in silence, each able to see the speechlessness in the other's eyes.

It wasn't until a faint aroma of roasted meat wafted over that Yishi hurriedly ran over and took the meat off.

Ji Chao had already come to his senses: "Wen Ju, have you collected what I asked you to collect before?"

"Ah, um." Wen Ju was taken aback and took a bag from beside her. "I've collected some wild vegetables that aren't so easy to spoil. They're all here."

"That's good." Nodding, Ji Chao sighed, "We won't have any of this to eat where we're going next. There's hardly anything green to be seen there."

They were currently at the source of the river. Here, Ji Chao instructed Wen Ju to collect a lot of wild vegetables, which he then preserved using some simple magic. After that, they followed the mountain range down to the hilly area, and then headed northwest to the basin below the plateau.

The hills are home to the Yuezhi, and the basins to the Wusun; these are Ji Chao's next targets.

The alien races on the plateau have been mostly wiped out. Even if a few remain, it doesn't matter. These creatures rely on magic to increase their reproduction rate, but even in an environment with high concentrations of magic, their reproduction rate is at most on par with that of humans. They have accumulated such a large number over time. After this cleanup, as the Great Source gradually recedes, the number of these alien races with reduced fertility will likely decrease.

Their actions could not be described as nothing short of annihilation.

They are saving the world, not people. If humanity itself causes harm to the Central Plains, perhaps the Kuaiji Zero and Kuaiji I would not hesitate to exterminate a portion of humanity so that another portion could live in peace.

This is the meaning of their existence, the meaning of the existence of these two world-saving machines.

One of them grabbed the animal's hind leg and, ignoring the lake, took a bite, scorching its mouth black.

He looked at Wen Ju: "Wen Ju, what are you referring to before you say it?"

"Well... you don't know, so I won't say. Anyway, you're still young, still young... at least mentally." Wen Ju chuckled and waved his hand.

Type-0 and Type-1 exchanged a glance, feeling that this person was inexplicable.

“I heard everything you two were talking about, Wen Ju.” Ji Chao also picked up a piece of grilled meat and started eating, glancing at Wen Ju as he ate. “Zero-Shi really doesn’t understand these things. He probably just had a gut feeling when he let that elf go.”

Zero sighed, his lips pursed, looking preoccupied.

He patted Zero on the back: "Never doubt your intuition, boy."

"I just don't know if letting her go was the right thing to do." Zero touched his forehead.

"I told you, always trust your intuition; your intuition is always right." Ji Chao tapped Zero's chest and looked earnestly into Zero's eyes.

“…I understand.” Zero nodded and picked up the last piece of roasted meat.

"Eat up! After you eat, take a nap, and then we'll head down from the plateau!"

......

Before dawn the next day, the four of them set off on their journey again, following the direction of the mountain range to find a narrow crevice, gradually descending the plateau and heading towards the hilly area.

There are many Chiseltooth People scattered in the hills. Compared to the demons or Aoyin encountered before, the Chiseltooth People are much more docile, but their large numbers still pose a huge threat, so they are naturally included in the scope of elimination.

but......

Zero felt as if something was trailing far behind them, observing them from a distance.

“...That’s strange.” Standing on the corpse of a Dang Kang, Zero turned back to look south, his brows furrowed, the feeling of being observed still lingering.

"Isn't this a mythical beast?" Wen Ju asked Ji Chao, pointing to Dang Kang, which looked a lot like a wild boar.

"Although it's an auspicious beast, it's not ours. Besides, it accepted offerings and protection from other races, so killing it is fine." Ji Chao said nonchalantly. "And Dang Kang is delicious, don't you want some?"

"...Eat." Hearing that it tasted delicious, Wen Ju couldn't help but swallow.

Because anything that Ji Chao describes as delicious is usually really delicious!

In the distance, at the boundary between hills and plateaus.

The elf sniffed, a hint of emotion in its eyes, and looked around.

Hmm... judging from the smell, it seems to be heading in this direction...

She was searching for something.

The road was filled with a strong smell of blood, the blood of other races. However, this was not a problem for the elf, who was already used to the smell of blood. She could accurately distinguish the scent she wanted to smell from the blood.

In other words... it has the flavor of the Kuaiji Zero.

Having found its direction, the flesh spirit continued its pursuit of that elusive scent.

Or rather, fate.

------------

Chapter 776 Orchid and a Hundred Punishments

That was a dream.

The world is destined to be united for a long time and divided for a long time.

My eyes can see many things, a great many things. My master did not choose the wrong person; I am the one who should bear all of this. Because I practice divination techniques so frequently, I always want to see more; my eyes have become magical.

I witnessed the birth of that vast empire, but it immediately crumbled after the death of my dearest friend. I was in immense pain, but I could not speak of it.

No matter how painful it is, I can't say it, I can't tell anyone.

Heavenly secrets must not be revealed. What terrifying things would happen if I revealed them?

But these are not the contents of my dream. I know that even if the empire collapses, my children will still help the world find a new master.

But... what was that I saw?

What do you see in your dreams?

Tentacles devouring the era, using history as fuel...?

No, that's not what I should be concerned about; what matters is what comes next—

The seeds of disaster have been sown, and the Central Plains he cherished is now eternally and distortedly unified, devoid of any semblance of reason...

"Uh-"

Ji Chao suddenly sat up.

"What was that just now?!" He was covered in sweat, and his pure black genitals trembled violently.

It was a kind of oppressive feeling from fate that made Ji Chao feel like he couldn't breathe.

“This…this is absolutely not something I should see, this is absolutely not something I should be able to see…at least not originally, I should not have been able to see it!” He stood up and paced anxiously, his expression terrified.

Ji Chao couldn't shake off that feeling of fear no matter what he did; his heart was pounding violently.

"But I can see things I couldn't see before. What does that mean? What does it want me to do?" He was so scared that he was biting his fingers, but he couldn't even bite them properly because he was clenching his teeth.

Suddenly, he saw the Kaiji Zero and Kaiji I lying quietly to one side, their bodies in a resting state.

For some reason, his heart calmed down.

Slumped to the ground, Ji Chao let out a long sigh.

"I almost lost my composure." He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The campfire had not yet completely burned out, leaving behind a dark red ember. Ji Chao stared at the ember, calmly contemplating the situation.

“Master once said that everything is ordained by Heaven. Now I can see things that I couldn’t see before, so there must be a reason for this.”

"...Without a doubt, this is a warning, a cautionary tale."

"Since this is a warning, I must prepare a countermeasure, but my lifespan is already running out..."

He glanced at the Kuaiji Zero and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Trust your intuition... I understand."

......

In the Central Plains, east of the former Chu territory, within a city.

"My son... take Jing'er and leave..." A middle-aged man lay on the bed, his breath fading, looking at the young man kneeling beside the bed.

Point Guard Here

"Father..." The young man grasped the dying man's hand, his eyes filled with tears.

"My brother was forced to commit suicide by the tyrannical Qin, yet he cried out: 'Even if Chu has only three households left, it will surely be Chu that destroys Qin...' My son, never forget that national and familial hatred...!" The man was beginning his final moments of lucidity, his dim eyes suddenly blazing with light. "Of the four states Qin destroyed, our Chu was the most wronged—never forget, never forget—!!!"

Amidst his vehement accusations, the man, his eyes wide with fury, stopped breathing.

"Father!? Father!" The man cried out involuntarily, his head bowing low. "Father..."

After a long while, accompanied by tears, the young man released his father's hand and stood up again.

She reached out her hand and covered her father's face, gently stroking his wide-open eyes.

“Father, I know you and Uncle have suffered for a long time.” The young man stood by the bed, his hair covering his eyes, making his expression unreadable. “But I cannot make any promises to you, because I cannot invest too much in this matter… I have more important things to do.”

"...But, Father, rest assured, your and Uncle's wishes have long been arranged by Heaven, it's just that all of this will not be done through my hands."

He turned around and silently walked out of the tent. Wu Zuo, who had been waiting outside, went in, while the young man walked alone to another tent.

I lifted the curtain and went inside; a little boy was lying on the bed.

Notably, the little boy's face was bound with strips of cloth, and he had several wounds on his body.

“Jing’er…” He gently stroked the boy’s hair, his eyes filled with sorrow.

This is his son, who was wounded by Qin soldiers' swords and nearly lost his life during the previous conflict because he was unable to retreat in time.

But thankfully, he survived.

"From this day forward, you shall be subject to a hundred punishments..."

The young man gently picked up his son and gave him a name.

“Not from the observer’s perspective, but only from the perspective of a father, I never want you to forget the injuries you sustained today, son…” The young man’s eyes held a strange look as he gently kissed Bai Xing’s head.

He carried Bai Xing out, and a soldier walked up to him, his eyes filled with sorrow: "General, what should we do next...?"

The young man, holding his son, sat down on the steps: "What can we, these defeated soldiers, do?"

"Although there are plans to rise again, but..."

"If we're talking about the present situation, there's only one way to get out of this predicament."

The man looked westward, but said, "Go east and seek refuge with my elder brother, my uncle's son—Xiang Liang."

The young man's son was named Xiang Jing, with the courtesy name Baixing.