Chapter 83 The Overlord

The fierce baleful aura of the battlefield was genuine, rushing towards him.

The old Daoist released Wei Yuan's right hand as if he had been electrocuted.

His vision went slightly dark; this was the result of being impacted by the baleful aura of the military strategists, and it took him a while to recover. He looked at Wei Yuan with surprise and uncertainty. The latter seemed somewhat tired, leaning back on the sofa, with the black cat, who had five hundred years of cultivation, lazily yawning on his lap.

The rattan chair, smooth from being caressed, the steaming tea, the young and languid shopkeeper.

Sunshine, a bouquet of flowers on the table, a black cat.

It seemed to match this ancient, yellowed museum.

But…

The old man looked at the museum curator in front of him, a strange look in his eyes.

Wei Yuan vaguely guessed something from the old Daoist's reaction.

He was probably being impacted by the residual baleful aura.

He gently pressed his right hand on the black cat's head, looked at the old Daoist, and said with a natural smile:

"I've been staying up late these past few days playing some games, all themed around ancient battlefields. Playing too much, I inevitably got a little obsessed, and now I have a headache. Even in my dreams, I'm playing games, feeling like some kind of great general or something."

"It's probably like what you just said, old sir, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night."

Zhang Yu nodded in a serious manner, saying, "I understand, I understand. Everyone has a chuuni period."

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng couldn't help but hold their junior martial uncle's shoulders, telling him to stop talking.

The old Daoist looked at the young museum curator and slowly nodded, saying, "Indeed, that's the case. This old Daoist understands." What he was thinking was another sentence he had said earlier. While many nighttime dreams do stem from daytime thoughts, there are also some that are past experiences, buried deep in the heart, unwilling to rest.

The group quickly got up to say goodbye.

But they didn't go to the flower shop across the street to visit the senior and apologize.

Zhang Hao drove, watching the road ahead, and casually asked, "Martial Grand Uncle, is it okay if we don't visit and apologize? Will there be any problems?"

The old Daoist smiled and said, "It's fine. That senior shouldn't mind."

"But your junior martial uncle might not be able to set foot on this street again from now on."

Zhang Yu had a bitter and awkward smile on his face.

Shen Jifeng couldn't help but purse his lips and smile, then thought of something and asked curiously:

"Right, right, Martial Grand Uncle, did you really see Curator Wei's dream just now? What did he dream about?"

The old Daoist's voice paused. When he thought of the battlefield that flashed by, and the museum curator sitting on the sofa holding the lei, he just said kindly:

"It was just a simple, ordinary dream."

Shen Jifeng oh-ed with some regret.

The old man didn't say anything more. The spear that had been swung down in his mind could not be forgotten. As the black car turned a corner, two young and beautiful women walked by the roadside. One of them was wearing a brightly colored red dress. The old Daoist suddenly remembered a guest who had once visited the Celestial Master's Mansion when he was a child.

At that time, he was only five years old, and the current Celestial Master, his martial uncle, had only been granted the Five Thunder Talisman.

Back then, his martial grand uncle, who was the Celestial Master, came out of seclusion and personally received a visitor. It was a young woman who looked young, wearing a red dress that looked like blooming poppies. He and his junior martial uncle were curious and secretly went to see her. They saw that the guest was carrying a box, and when she opened it, there was an ancient spearhead inside.

A cold aura rushed towards them, causing him to fall seriously ill later.

Now that the Daoist recalled it, that spear was exactly the same as the one he had just seen in the dream, only it was far more vivid and domineering than when it was placed in the box. It was as if one was uninhibited and distinct, while the other had been sleeping alone for thousands of years.

After thinking about it, the old man couldn't help but send a message to his martial uncle out of curiosity.

Are you there?

A reply arrived quickly.

A cat emoji hugging a keyboard and licking its paw.

The old Daoist didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His martial uncle was over a hundred years old, and he was still like this, with a younger mentality than him. After thinking about it, he first asked if the Celestial Master still remembered that guest from his childhood. After receiving an affirmative answer, he asked if he knew about that spearhead.

This time, the reply was very slow. After waiting for a while, a message finally came back.

'I know.'

The Celestial Master said:

'That spear has no name, but because of its owner, later generations called it the Overlord Spear.' (Ba Wang Qiang)

The old Daoist stared at the screen of his phone for a long time, then gently pulled up the wide sleeves of his Daoist robe, seeing the hairs on his arm standing on end, and goosebumps popping up.

…

After seeing off the guests, the black cat lei jumped out of Wei Yuan's arms in displeasure, constantly hissing at him.

Baring its teeth.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow. He had been immersed in the battlefield for three days and nights without sleep. Even with his cultivation, he was a little overwhelmed, and his spirit was extremely exhausted. He had originally thought of resting for a while, but he accidentally fell asleep on the sofa. By the time he woke up, it was already dusk.

The Heavenly Maiden was sitting on the opposite sofa, quietly looking down at a book.

"You're awake?"

She raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan: "Did you encounter something that drained your energy?"

Wei Yuan smiled bitterly, feeling a splitting headache. He supported himself on the sofa to sit up, thought for a while, and told the girl about the matter in general. There was nothing to hide from the latter. The girl suddenly said: "The Battle of Gaixia… Xiang Yu, no wonder you have such a strong military aura."

Wei Yuan rubbed his head and couldn't help sighing: "Yes, the Overlord."

"I also saw how terrifying his strength was when he was at his peak…"

The girl rested her right hand on her cheek and said, "You should know."

"Know what?"

"Strength to uproot mountains, spirit to cover the world, isn't this sentence widely known in Shenzhou?"

"This poem is naturally…"

Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, and he thought of a certain possibility, and said in shock:

"Wait a minute, is this poem realistic?"

This time, it was the girl's turn to be surprised, and said, "Did later generations think this was just self-praise?"

Wei Yuan was speechless.

The Heavenly Maiden thought for a while, put down the book in her hand, and said: "During the Qin and Han dynasties, Xiang Yu lifted the ding (ancient Chinese cauldron). It wasn't just strength. The ding, for Shenzhou, was an important ritual vessel, representing the nation’s fortune. There was once a King of Qin who wanted to lift the ding but was backlashed by the fortune and died soon after. Xiang Yu being able to lift the ding not only represents strength, but also capacity."

"That is, strength to uproot mountains, spirit to cover the world."

Wei Yuan slowly nodded, recalling the afterimages of several strongmen he had seen, and murmured:

"Strength to uproot mountains, spirit to cover the world, the time is not right, and Zhui cannot go."

"Zhui cannot go, what can be done? Yu, oh Yu, what should be done? What a pity."

The girl leaned forward slightly, looked at Wei Yuan, and said, "Then have you seen Yu Ji?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "At the last moment of the Battle of Gaixia, Yu Ji should have already committed suicide."

The girl said: "But she wouldn't die that easily."

Wei Yuan looked at the Heavenly Maiden in surprise, and the latter said softly: "Aren't you curious? Xiang Yu achieved success at a young age and became the Overlord of the world. He could almost be regarded as the co-lord of the world. There must have been historians around him, but in official histories such as the Records of the Grand Historian, there are often only a few words about Yu Ji."

"What was her origin, what was her name, where was her hometown, all are blank."

"That was a woman who followed the Overlord in battle. In the future, she might have been a noble concubine, or perhaps an empress."

"But she doesn't even have a name or hometown, isn't that strange?"

Wei Yuan reacted and said, "She's not human?"

The Heavenly Maiden nodded and said: "She did commit suicide by slitting her throat, but where her blood stained, red flowers bloomed everywhere, dancing with the Chu wind. This kind of flower was named Yu Meiren (poppy). Where would ordinary people leave such a strange phenomenon after their death?"

"If I'm not mistaken, she is a flower that became intelligent and transformed into a human. Ordinary poppies only live for three to five years from birth to death, and the flowers wither every year. I think she encountered the Emperor's Fluid that occurs once every sixty years, and by chance absorbed it, so she was able to break free from the grass and trees and transform into a human."

The girl sighed softly and said:

"She should have been cultivating in the mountains and fields, eventually attaining the Dao and becoming an immortal, or being conferred as a local earth deity in a certain place, so that she could be worthy of the opportunity of the Emperor's Fluid. Unfortunately, she met the Overlord and voluntarily entered the world to accompany him. In the end, in order not to burden him, she committed suicide by slitting her throat."

"But she still doesn't understand cultivation. The lives of plant spirits are not so easily extinguished. She regarded herself as a human. What Liu Bang saw at that time was the beautiful flower sea in the camp, and the sword he had once presented to King Xiang. He didn't see Yu Ji, so he left King Xiang's spear in the flower sea."

Wei Yuan thought of the Overlord in the memory illusion and said, "Then Yu Ji, she…"

The Heavenly Maiden said: "Maybe she's still alive, experiencing hundreds of years or even longer again, transforming into a human from grass and trees once more, and then wandering around the world with the spear, hoping to meet Xiang Yu again."

"Although there is no such thing as the underworld in the world, it is not impossible for a hero like Xiang Yu to have his true spirit reborn after death. Oh, by the way, speaking of Yu Meiren, Yuan, wait a moment."

The girl got up and walked to the flower shop, and returned after a while.

She sat on the sofa, patted the cushion next to her, and smiled:

"Lie down."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, saw that the girl looked very determined, and had to lie down obediently, resting his head on the cushion. Just as he moved, he felt a splitting headache because of exhaustion, and then he felt a cool sensation. The girl pressed her finger on his brow and pressed gently, bringing a floral fragrance. She made his spirit, which was tense because of the battlefield aura, slowly relax, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

Wei Yuan said in surprise, "This is…"

There was a small porcelain bottle next to the Heavenly Maiden, containing water soaked in red petals. She dipped her finger in the water and pressed it on Wei Yuan's brow, and answered with a smile: "It's Yu Meiren. This kind of flower itself can be used as medicine. Its fragrance and petals can slowly calm people's hearts and soothe the spirit that has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time."

"Just like the story of Yu Ji and the Overlord."

"A brave and invincible god of war will also smell the fragrance of flowers and let go of the pressure in his heart."

Wei Yuan slightly narrowed his eyes, feeling his fatigue relieved.

The Heavenly Maiden also said: "By the way, I have already obtained his token from Hu Ming, and we can go to Qingqiu tomorrow."

"I wonder if I can still see familiar people."

She stretched out her left hand to turn the pages of the book, and gently pressed her right hand on the brow of the Sili Colonel.

Seeming to think of Qingqiu, she felt happy, and the girl gently hummed the first song made by a woman in Shenzhou.

"Waiting for someone, ah…"

ps: Today's first update… My schedule has been slightly corrected.

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