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

Back in Xianyang, Xiang An still had many more things to worry about.

Central Plains.

The world is peaceful...

......

"Second Brother, the feudal lords have already begun to reorganize their armies and prepare to leave Xianyang. What should we do now?" Zijuan asked helplessly, following behind Xiang An.

Zijuan heard every word of Xiang Yu and Xiang An's fierce argument yesterday.

She believed that Xiang Yu was wrong and Xiang An was right.

This has nothing to do with emotional bias, but is a conclusion that Zijuan drew herself based on the words of the two people.

However, Xiang Yu wouldn't listen to Xiang An's words, and naturally, he would listen even less to Zi Juan's.

“Sigh…” Sitting on the steps, Xiang An’s eyes were bloodshot, but he could only let out a long sigh.

He only felt sorrow.

But they couldn't think of a better solution.

With the departure of the feudal lords, eighteen kings emerged, and naturally, they would begin to fight each other. This was the game arranged by Xiang Yu, and the one who survived to the end would become the ruler of the world.

In this case...

"Xiao Si, let's... make some preparations." Xiang An stood up, his eyes filled with a sigh of seriousness.

"What?" Zijuan was a little confused.

"The world is divided, and my elder brother has designated the battlefield, but he didn't say I couldn't participate." Xiang An clenched his fists, looked at the sky, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Since my elder brother doesn't believe he can sit in that position, then I will sit in it!"

"If I can subdue all the feudal lords in the world, then I will sit on the throne as the ruler of the world!"

After several conflicts, Xiang An also realized a fact: it was wishful thinking to let Xiang Yu sit in that position.

Therefore, considering the current situation, Xiang An came to a conclusion.

I will be the supreme ruler myself!

"Is this... really feasible?" Zijuan hesitated slightly. "Although Second Brother is also famous throughout the world, he has always been second in rank. Moreover, when Eldest Brother was enfeoffed as the king of the world, your name was not among the eighteen kings."

"It's alright."

"Besides, there are far too many people that my elder brother has chosen to compete for this world."

"Let me kill a few first."

......

On the ruins, Xiang Yu and Xiang An stared at each other.

This is not some other place; it is the very first Qin Palace, the birthplace of the brothers Xiang Yu and Xiang An. But it has been blown up by Xiang Yu himself.

“Let’s not talk about yesterday, brother. Xiang Yu, Kuaiji Zero.” Xiang An sat on a charred, broken wall, looking at the ground, rubbing a fragment in his hand, and asked in a somber tone, “Did you really consider me a brother?”

"You are my brother, that's true, I have never treated you as an outsider." Xiang Yu said this quickly and without hesitation.

With his back to Xiang An, his gaze was fixed on the ruins of the Qin Palace, as if he were checking for any mysterious remnants.

While inspecting the items, he said, "But Xiang An, your idea is too unrealistic."

Have you ever thought about...?

"Alright, alright, I didn't come here today to listen to your nonsense." Xiang An looked annoyed. He had argued with Xiang Yu several times in the past two days, and he wasn't here to argue this time.

Xiang Yu was not annoyed. He stopped and waited for Xiang An to continue.

“Aren’t you the King of Western Chu?” Xiang An stood up, walked up to Xiang Yu, looked into Xiang Yu’s eyes, and said, “I’ve come to ask you for the position of Grand General.”

“If you don’t want to sit on the emperor’s throne and you don’t want me to manage it, then I don’t want to manage it anymore.”

"You never tell me what your eyes can see, and I'm not interested in knowing anymore."

"I'm asking you now, do you dare to give me the position of Grand General?"

Xiang An asked, his tone tinged with resentment.

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Chapter 948 Nanzheng, Han Xin, a Peerless Hero

The city of Xianyang went from being packed with people to being like a dead zone in less than half a year.

When all the feudal lords left Xianyang, the city was almost completely destroyed. All the resources within Xianyang had been seized and transported to their own fiefdoms by the feudal lords.

Another round of struggle for control of the land has begun, as everyone knows, especially the seventeen vassal lords who were enfeoffed by Xiang Yu.

But while some rejoiced, others grieved. Liu Ji didn't know what Xiang Yu was thinking, nor did he know what the other sixteen vassal lords were thinking.

He sat in his own inner sanctum, sighing deeply.

Among the eighteen kings, his fiefdom may not be the smallest, but it is definitely the most desolate and barren. It is an undeveloped land surrounded by four vassal states. To the west is a plateau, and to the south is a vast rainforest that is difficult to penetrate. This land is like a cage, completely sealing Liu Ji inside.

With the King of Guanzhong gone and now reduced to such a state, how could Liu Ji, who had been so spirited just a few days ago, possibly muster any enthusiasm?

Moreover, this place is far from their hometown, and they can't go back. Not to mention Liu Ji, even the soldiers under his command feel extremely distressed.

They could only look eastward, towards the old Chu lands, their homeland.

Although it's my hometown, I'm afraid I can't go back.

Liu Ji summoned his generals to drink and make merry in his mansion, but unexpectedly, a group of people gathered together sighing and lamenting, and the lively atmosphere of the past was nowhere to be found.

"What can we do..." Liu Ji looked at the empty bottom right corner and couldn't help but feel sad, letting out a long sigh.

That's Zhang Liang's spot.

As a trusted advisor to Liu Ji, Zhang Liang was seen as a threat. Under Xiang Yu's orders, Zhang Liang followed Han Cheng to the state of Han, and it was unknown when he would return.

Xiao He, Peng Yue, and the others drank in silence, not one of them uttering a word.

Liu Ji looked at the room full of people: Xiao He, Li Shiqi, Fan Hui—all capable individuals, but...

This force is definitely not enough if we want to fight our way out.

Even including Zhang Liang, it's still not enough.

The land of Bashu is surrounded by natural barriers on three sides, and the only way to the Central Plains in the north is heavily guarded by the two Qin states, clearly not wanting him to come out. Moreover, he only has a meager 50,000 soldiers under his command. It would not be an exaggeration to say that entering the Central Plains is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Zhang Liang possessed outstanding diplomatic skills and magical abilities, while Li Shiqi was a strategist capable of persuading people across the land. These two were sufficient to handle enemies with a possibility of reconciliation. Xiao He was a master of domestic affairs, able to flawlessly manage all matters related to internal governance. The others, led by Fan Hui, were mostly military generals. They were fine for leading troops in battle, but expecting them to provide strategic advice was absurd.

Liu Ji knew that he lacked a great commander who could lead troops and command the three armies.

Without such a person, I wouldn't even be able to leave this desolate Sichuan region, let alone officially enter the game and contend for supremacy.

After the banquet ended, Liu Ji and his old friend Xiao He strolled along the streets of Nanzheng City, seemingly taking a detour to enjoy the cool breeze and dispel some of their melancholy.

"Old Xiao, do you think we still have a chance?" With no one around, Liu Ji, who was not particularly concerned about the distinction between ruler and subject, asked Xiao He beside him, his tone filled with self-doubt.

Xiao He remained silent. He had been following Liu Ji since the Mangdang Mountain uprising not long ago. Liu Ji had encountered many crises along the way, but never before had it felt as if the heavens and earth were locking Liu Ji in Bashu until he died of old age.

"I don't know either..." After hesitating for a long time, Xiao He finally managed to utter this sentence. To tell the truth now would be almost like making sarcastic remarks, so he could only remain vague.

The Ronin Who Began with Douluo Continent

Liu Ji looked at the dim sky, and the air he exhaled was already visible as white mist.

"Judging by the days, it should be snowing soon." Liu Ji smacked his lips as he picked a leaf from a tree by the roadside and held it in his hand.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth.

"We have to fight! We have to find a way to fight!"

A fierce flame suddenly erupted in Liu Ji's eyes.

"He, Xiang Yu, wants to trap me and kill me? Impossible!"

"He broke his promise first, how can I allow him to humiliate me!"

"If I were forced to spend my entire life as the King of Han in this land of Bashu, I, Liu Ji, would die with my eyes wide open in disbelief!"

"Even setting aside the matter of the King of Guanzhong, who was the first to enter Guanzhong? And who received the seal of surrender from Ying Ziying?"

"Is it him, Xiang Yu!?"

"Is it him? It's me, Liu Ji!"

Liu Ji slammed his fist into the evergreen tree by the roadside, and the tree, which was as thick as a person could hug, was punched into a hole.

He gritted his teeth and continued, "We have to fight, we absolutely have to fight!"

"This world should have been mine all along. Xiang Yu took it from me, insulted and threatened me at Hongmen, and now he's imprisoning me in Bashu Lake!"

"I want his life!"

"it is good!"

Holy crap!

Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind the tree, expressing full agreement with Liu Ji's words.

However, Liu Ji and Xiao He were both startled.

While the two were still in a daze, a person wearing a gray robe and carrying a small bag of luggage walked out from behind the tree.

"You—" It was dark, and Liu Ji couldn't see who the person was, but he felt that they were somewhat familiar.

"Who are you?!" Xiao He pushed Liu Ji back a step, protecting him behind him, and looked warily at the person who emerged from behind the tree.

"King of Han, Lord Xiao, it has been a month since we parted in Xianyang. Are you well?" The man bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, his tone filled with emotion as he greeted Liu Ji and Xiao He.

"I remember your name is... Han Xin? The confidant of Xiang An?" After thinking for a moment, Liu Ji remembered who the person in front of him was, and couldn't help but frown, looking Han Xin up and down. "You... why are you here? Could it be that the King of Chu sent you to spy on me?"

As he spoke, his hand reached for the long sword at his waist.

Han Xin shook his head, showing no fear on his face.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I have come here not on behalf of the King of Chu or Xiang An, but according to my own will," Han Xin said, bowing slightly.

"Then you are...?" Liu Ji was a little confused, and Xiao He was even more confused. The two of them looked at the tall and imposing Han Xin with some bewilderment.

"I have already left Western Chu, like a bird released from its cage. Now I have come to Nanzheng to seek refuge with the King of Han." Han Xin sighed, looked at Liu Ji's suspicious eyes, and knelt down on the ground.

"The King of Chu is unrighteous, dividing the land among himself, while the King of Han is relegated to Bashu, unable to leave Hanzhong. I believe that among the eighteen kings of the land, if one were to be chosen as the ruler of the land, the King of Han would be the most suitable. However, I have come here not for the King of Han... but only for my own hard work and dedication. I implore the King of Han... to make the wise decision!"