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

Xu Fu looked at Yu Meiren's face with disbelief: "Wait a minute? Lord Yu, you...?"

Yu Meiren regained her normal expression and looked at Xu Fu strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Um... I mean... you just got beaten up back then, right? That's obviously not a good memory! What are you reminiscing about?" Xu Fu said to Yu Meiren with a little excitement.

"It's not that I miss him..." Yu Meiren's eyes became evasive, her slender fingers partially obscuring her face with her wide sleeves, making her look even more alluring, clearly showing her reminiscence. "It's just... I'm a little curious about what he said back then..."

"Okay, curious? Curious about what?" Xu Fu asked somewhat impatiently.

Such a stunning beauty would actually fall for that murderous machine? Are you kidding me?!

I, Xu Fu, will absolutely prevent this from happening, Lord Yu, Lord Yu—

"Xu Fu? Xu Fu?"

Even if that machine saved the Central Plains, it would still—

"Xu Fu!" Yu Meiren's voice rang in Xu Fu's ears.

"Huh?" Xu Fu was startled.

"Were you even listening to what I just said?" Yu Meiren looked at Xu Fu with a slightly strange expression. "It's true that he beat me up back then, but it was because of that incident that I was able to come into being. Shouldn't I think about, um... thanking him?"

Xu Fu's expression was utterly speechless.

Thanks? I think you're just looking to get yourself killed!

"Let's put all that aside for now. Isn't that machine located outside the Central Plains?" Xu Fu said, frowning.

“They’ve returned,” Yu Meiren said confidently. “Fate… will eventually arrange for my reunion with him.”

......

"Liao Ye, one more time!"

"Ah...yes!"

In the martial arts arena behind the Xiang family residence, Xiang An is sparring with Liao Ye.

The two men were fighting face-to-face, each wielding an ordinary bronze sword.

"Hey—" Xiang An took a step forward, tilting his body to the side to avoid Liao Ye's slash, his shoulder slamming heavily into Liao Ye's chest.

"Uh—" Liao Ye was involuntarily knocked backward by Xiang An's collision. Xiang An took the opportunity to continue his advance, moving at an extremely fast speed, leaving Liao Ye no chance at all.

The bronze sword stopped right in front of Liao Ye's neck, startling him so much that his whole body went cold, and his hand involuntarily loosened, causing the bronze sword to fall to the ground with a "clang".

“Three moves, and this result is even worse than before,” Xiang Yu said, frowning as he stood on the sidelines.

Liao Ye's body went limp, and he sat down on the ground, covered in cold sweat and breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?" Xiang An said with considerable dissatisfaction, reaching out to pull the tall Liao Ye up from the ground. "You clearly said you wanted me to guide you, at least be more serious."

"I'm sorry, Lord Xiang An..." Liao Ye said in a low voice, his expression ashen.

"This must be Xiaoye's true skill level. He really needs guidance." Zijuan sat on the weapon rack, holding two long spears, swinging her legs.

Xiao Ye felt utterly ashamed, his face turning bright red.

"...No way." Xiang An looked distressed. "With your level of skill, how could you have been a local tyrant in Kuaiji for several years?"

"I, uh..." Liao Ye scratched his face.

"I can't tell how good you are from fighting Xiang An at all..." Xiang Yu said with a troubled expression, crossing his arms and frowning.

"Indeed, they're defeated in either three or four moves," Xiang Jing complained from the side.

"Haha, after all, Lord Xiang An is too strong..." Liao Ye smiled "shyly," which made the others feel a little uncomfortable.

"Stop laughing, uh..." Xiang An said with disdain, then thought for a moment and finally looked at Zijuan, "Xiaojuan, why don't you compete with Xiaoye?"

"Huh? Me?" Zijuan, who was sitting on the weapons rack, was taken aback and pointed to herself.

"Xiang An, what do you want?" Xiang Yu pondered, pinching his chin.

"In short, we need to see what level Xiaoye is at first, otherwise how can we guide him?" Xiang An seemed to think it was the most natural thing in the world. "Among us, Xiaojuan should be the most suitable."

Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Indeed." Xiang Yu and Xiang Jing nodded in unison.

"Alright then." Zijuan pouted and sighed, then immediately perked up again, "Come on, Xiaoye, let me teach you a lesson!"

Liao Ye: ......

Liao Ye is twenty-three years old this year, a few years older than Xiang Yu and Xiang An, but the group of people call him Xiao Ye very naturally, without feeling uncomfortable at all.

With a sigh, Liao Ye patted his face and said seriously, "Then I'm afraid I'll offend you, Fourth Miss."

After putting the bronze sword back, Liao Ye and Zijuan each took a spear and stood in the training ground, while the others retreated to the edge of the field.

Liao Ye's face was covered in a cold sweat, but ten-year-old Zijuan showed a confident smile.

With one foot forward and the tip of her spear raised, the girl declared spiritedly, "Come on! You go first!"

Liao Ye took a deep breath, his grip on the spear tightened involuntarily, he closed his eyes for a second to rest, and then his gaze returned to its sharpness.

Lowering his body and lunging forward, Liao Ye launched his attack.

---Aside---

I'm so frustrated, guys. I can't even switch to the birthday server now. BGO is so terrible, but I have to stay in BGO just to see the story. When are we going to kill Cao Ren and the Nanman?

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Chapter 828 Liao Ye, who is even more suspicious

Liao Ye lay on the ground, utterly despondent.

"Hehe, big brother, second brother, third brother, how about it?" Zijuan rubbed her nose with her index finger and said proudly.

Just as Liao Ye charged forward with his spear, Zijuan responded with remarkable skill. Despite being young, weak, and at a disadvantage in height, she still managed to knock Liao Ye to the ground within twenty rounds.

Liao Ye felt that his life was bleak.

"Not bad, you seem to be in even better shape than usual!" Xiang Jing said while clapping.

“For me, every day is a step forward!” The girl twirled her spear, creating a whooshing sound.

"Get up first. You can't match Xiaojuan's efforts even if you were ten times stronger. It's normal that you can't beat her." Although he said this, Xiang An's expression clearly showed that he couldn't hold back.

"Don't worry, Xiang An and I know your level pretty well." Xiang Yu patted Liao Ye's shoulder with a smile. "You're quite physically strong. As long as you're willing to work hard, you won't have to worry about not improving your skills."

"But, Xiao Ye, I'm a little curious." Xiang An crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly to look at Liao Ye's face, and said with a strange expression, "If you want to become stronger, why did you come to me? I remember I beat you up before, don't you care?"

"Uh, well..." Liao Ye scratched his head and sighed.

"Lord Xiang An, to be honest," Liao Ye's eyes became somewhat evasive, "before meeting you, you should know what kind of person I am..."

“I’m a scoundrel in the surrounding area, a bully who preys on men and women. Basically, nobody in the ten miles around Kuaiji City likes me, so I’ve given up on myself.” Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Liao Ye’s hands were on his ankles, and he lowered his head so that the four siblings could not see his face.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Why is this person saying all this? Are they trying to lower their own image?

Although Kuaiji Commandery had its own governor, many things were decided by Xiang Liang. As the family members who were in a sense the actual administrators of the Kuaiji area, the siblings were certainly annoyed by such a scoundrel.

Xiang Jing and Zi Juan didn't show any particular expression.

"Why did you do that before? You're strong and not ugly, wouldn't it be better to do something worthwhile?" Zijuan asked in a deep voice.

During that year, Liao Ye, as Xiang Liang's retainer, had a lot of contact with Xiang Yu and Xiang An. Xiang Jing and Zi Juan also often saw this big man and had a lot of exchanges with him, but this was the first time they had heard of such a fact.

"I..." Liao Ye hesitated for a long time, wanting to speak, but was interrupted by Xiang An.

"Stop talking now. If you really intend to turn over a new leaf, don't bring up your past misdeeds again. If you want to make amends, do it yourself, don't talk about it here," Xiang An said, looking down at Liao Ye.

“…Lord Xiang An.” Liao Ye remained silent.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Xiang An blinked.

call--

Liao Ye suddenly stood up, his eyes shining.

"That's exactly what you said when you bumped into me committing evil on the street, knocked me down with two punches, and that's what you said too!"

"Huh?" Xiang An was dumbfounded.

The other three people next to them were also stunned.

"I was feared by almost everyone in Kuaiji City. As long as I avoided the Prefect and Lord Xiang Liang, I could do whatever I wanted, until I met Lord Xiang An!" Liao Ye said excitedly, clutching his chest with one hand.

"I spent the first twenty years of my life in a daze, never having any goals of my own. But Lord Xiang An, you—you woke me up with your iron fist! You made me understand what is permissible and what is not!" Liao Ye said loudly with his back to the four siblings.

"You stood before me, blocking out the sun, like a deity descending to earth; your righteousness, your imposing presence—"

Xiang Yu, Xiang Jing, and Zi Juan all looked at Xiang An, whose face turned red at a visible speed.

"From that day on, I thought to myself, I must become someone like Lord Xiang An, so I repented and changed my ways! I will never do evil again! I must learn from Lord Xiang An! Ahh ...

Xiang An's feet were steaming, and his face was flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"If you say another word, I'll beat you so badly you can't take care of yourself. I mean it," Xiang An warned, his voice trembling, feeling the glare from his brothers behind him.

“Yes…yes…” Something resembling a soul floated out of Liao Ye’s mouth.

Xiang An turned his head, and the three people who were watching the show also turned their heads, looking around, but the smiles on their lips clearly betrayed them.

"Liao Ye..." Xiang An clenched his fist.

He walked over to Liao Ye, looked down at Liao Ye, and gave him a kind smile.

"Xiao Ye, do you crave power?"

Liao Ye shuddered.

"Then, what is the price?"

"Hehehehe." Xiang An let out a mechanical laugh and said gently, "Just grit your teeth."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

......

evening.