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

"That matter was not my own doing. It involved two ends: one was Pangshan, and the other was the Xiang residence of the master. I wanted to go to Pangshan to investigate, but I found that the mountain lord seemed to be acting strangely."

"But there are many more things that I can't see because my cultivation is still too shallow." Zi Shu's expression was somewhat dejected.

A large part of the Hundred Schools of Thought were people who cultivated magic. Zishu had naturally also connected with the thought key, but in the midst of the constant upheavals of the Warring States period, he could learn very little. In addition, his comprehension was not enough. The deduction techniques he wrote were too rudimentary, and he could only see the outline of everything.

Even so, Zishu is still quite capable. The art of divination, which shortens one's lifespan, is not something that just anyone can learn or dare to learn.

"Pangshan? Xiang Residence? Are you sure your damn calculation technique didn't go wrong?" Xiang Liang was puzzled. Even during the war, he had never been to Pangshan, nor had any other member of the Xiang family. Why was the cause and effect linked to the Xiang family and Pangshan?

“No mistake.” Zishu shook his head. “My divination technique has never been wrong. Although I see very little, there will never be any errors.”

“However, I do have some questions… I know that neither Lord Xiang nor his brother, nor Neijuan, have ever been to Pangshan.” Zishu closed his eyes, his thoughts slightly heavy. “So I’ll have my fortune told again in front of you, sir.”

After a somewhat stumbling connection with the thought key patterns, Zi Shu exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes.

Although divination of immortal arts involves the manipulation of other magical powers, it still ultimately requires the eyes.

Xiang Liang sat in the main seat and watched Zi Shu display his methods without saying a word.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen Zi Shu use such methods, but it was the first time he'd seen Zi Shu use divination techniques.

After all, Zishu really didn't dare to use divination techniques. This time, he used them frequently because he was certain to get involved in karma and wanted to avoid disaster.

Burning Words

With a shimmering blue light in his eyes, Zi Shu looked at Xiang Liang for a while, then shook his head.

"My lord, you are not a person who understands cause and effect. May I have Zishu take another look?"

"If I say a name, can you see it?"

"It's generally possible, as long as the right circumstances arise."

“Okay, my younger brother Xiang Bo, my sworn brother Xiang Lu, and my nephew Xiang Jing.”

"And my elder brother's two sons, Xiang Yu and Xiang An."

"Hmm?" Zishu suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

"Xiang Yu... Xiang An?" The blue light in his eyes faded, and he suddenly realized.

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Chapter 794 The Xiang Brothers are infuriating

The brothers Xiang Yu and Xiang An are learning to read and write from Wu Ju.

But both brothers looked extremely agitated.

Xiang Yu felt as if he were being pricked by needles, making him restless, while Xiang An almost fell asleep.

Snapped!

Wu Ju slammed his hand on the table in exasperation: "Hey you two brothers, do you really dislike listening to my lectures that much?"

"It's not that I don't like it..." Xiang Yu finally sat down, looking distressed, "It's just that what you taught me... I don't find it very useful!"

Xiang An was still asleep, and his snot bubbles were huge.

Xiang Yu turned to look at Xiang An: "Look, if what you're saying were interesting, would my brother be like this?"

Wu Ju was taken aback, then immediately flew into a rage: "Hmph! If you don't want to learn, I don't want to teach either!"

"That's great!" Xiang Yu looked relieved, then popped Xiang An's snot bubble and woke him up. "Xiang An! Get up, the lesson is over!"

"Huh? Ah? The lecture is over?" Xiang An's mouth was half open, and Du Du opened his eyes wide, babbling as he heard the lecture was over. He instantly perked up. "The lecture is over!?"

He jumped up and exclaimed, "Great! Now I can finally slither!"

After saying that, he ignored Xiang Yu and Wu Ju, smashed open the door, and ran out.

"Brother, wait for me!" Xiang Yu said, and ran out as well.

Wu Ju: ......?

"I...I..." Wu Ju slumped onto the table, on the verge of tears. "Why did I have to get into this mess...Waaaaaah..."

"I've been a simp my whole life, and this is the first time I've been rejected... Waaah..."

Although she said she wanted to cry but couldn't, she actually cried, and her tears were so moving and touching that they evoked sighs of sorrow.

It can only be said that simps usually don't have a good ending.

After Xiang Yu and Xiang An ran out, they went straight to the training ground behind the main hall.

The servants in the Xiang residence were used to this scene. Two servants watched the two brothers rushing towards the martial arts arena and gave a wry smile: "The two young masters are going to fight in the back again. I wonder if Lord Wu Ju will be so angry that he cries this time."

"Probably... They've cried three or four times in the last month or so, both young masters... um..."

The servant's expression was one of smirk, and his attitude was subtle.

Several maids chuckled on the other side, their eyes fixed on the running brothers with predatory glints.

But the two brothers didn't care about anything else happening in the compound; they just wanted to find a way to vent their excess energy.

Young man, huh?

Once the two stood still on the training ground, they started fighting without saying a word. Their fists and feet flew, and every move was aimed at killing.

At this moment, Xiang Liang led Zishu from the front hall to the back hall.

He heard the crying and his face turned awkward.

Xiang Liang beckoned a servant over and asked in a low voice, "Wu Ju... did he cry again?"

"Ah, Lord Xiang...yes, this is the third time this month." The servant sighed. "The two young masters are really...alas, anyway, Lord Xiang, you should do something about them."

Xiang Liang took a deep breath and sighed deeply, as if he were trying to expel his soul. His blood pressure rose noticeably.

He trembled as he reached out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose: "They... went to the training ground again?"

"Yes, please go and take a look." The servant nodded.

"Alright, I understand." Xiang Liang waved for the servant to leave, then turned and glanced at Zi Shu.

Zishu shuddered: "My lord, I remember when Merchant Liu came to see me again, he said he wanted me to come back and tutor your two sons. Could it be...?"

"..." Xiang Liang's lips twitched. "Come with me first, we'll talk about other things later."

"I--"

"Come here! Don't even think about running! I'm telling you, those two are Xiang Yu and Xiang An, you can't escape!"

"No, sir, I didn't mean to run away..." Zishu said, but his expression was quite subtle.

As fellow retainers of Xiang Liang, he naturally knew Wu Ju, but their relationship wasn't good. In Zi Shu's eyes, Wu Ju was someone who only knew how to fawn over others; he was knowledgeable enough, but they couldn't have a conversation at all.

But how could Wu Ju, so sociable and always smiling, be so easily angered to tears? What kind of person could make Wu Ju cry?!

Holy crap, just thinking about it is terrifying, these two young masters—

Before Zishu could think any further, Xiang Liang dragged him toward the training ground at the back.

Amid the weeping, there seemed to be a hint of screaming.

......

Pangshan, the cave of the mountain king.

The mountain spirit lay prone on the bluestone ground of the cave, having already revealed its true form.

It was a large, striped tiger, over three zhang long, lying there panting heavily, already asleep, seemingly dreaming.

The mountain king wore a piece of turbid jade around his neck, on which was engraved a large character.

lucky.

The mountain god's back was high and he slept restlessly, rising and falling with each breath.

He seemed to see something in his dream.

That was a person, a man, a man with white hair and beard.

“I…you…you are full of demonic spirit, and you were born…together we…are bound by fate, and there is a cause and effect between us, so I…transform you.”

The intermittent sound of the lake echoed in the mountain king's mind, but due to his age, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hear.

“I do not know...what it is, but you and I certainly...and I...advocate for teaching..., therefore..."

"From now on, you will... suppress them on Mount Pang... that will be enough to repay my kindness..."

network

The mountain tiger's brows were furrowed, and its fur was matted together with sweat.

"Roar......"

A low growl came from his throat, and unease accompanied his breath as it spread to the surrounding forest. The forest seemed to be swept up by the air currents, rising and falling with the mountain lord's breath.

There's just one strange thing.

It's March now, but few trees on the mountain have sprouted; only the evergreens retain their greenness.

Those words were still echoing in the mountain king's mind.

"I planted..., but I cannot see..., but it will eventually grow..., no matter the outcome..., just remember my number."

“My Taoist name is Nai Si Ji.”

"Roar—" The mountain lord suddenly woke up, jumped up, and landed on the ground, causing the entire Pangshan Mountain to tremble.

He looked around and, realizing he was in his own cave, breathed a sigh of relief.

The enormous body, three zhang long, slowly shrank, and the mountain lord transformed into a form somewhat similar to a human. It sat on a stone bench to the side and sighed.

That happened over a hundred years ago, so why am I dreaming about it today?

With his hand gently resting on the jade pendant on his chest, Shan Jun's domineering face carried a complex expression.

"Oh, what should I do..."

"What's wrong with me lately? I've been acting strange."

The mountain lord rubbed its fluffy head and shook its head.

The black aura on his wrist had disappeared.