Chapter 87

In the twilight on the ancient path, leaning against the building. Several carriages creaked along the official road.

"Are we not there yet?" Li Junde yawned. The governor Li had asked him to visit the Xun family, not only to support Xun Yi but also to hone his mind.

However, after sitting in the carriage for the whole afternoon, his buttocks were already sore, and the old residence of the Xun family still hadn't arrived.

"Almost there. We've already entered the territory of Baishan." Liu Zhenying looked out the window and comforted Li Junde, "Xun Yi just said that we'll be there once we see Baishan."

In the distance, green mountains were shrouded in clouds, which was the Maoling of Baishan where the ancestors of the Xun family, including Xun Maode, were buried.

The Xun family had only a few people. Apart from Liu Huai, Bai Shan, Xing Mei, and Tong Juan who stayed to guard the small building of the Xun family, Xun Yi brought four servants, Aunt Xue, and Liu Ziming back home.

In addition, Xun Tan brought Tang Shiyuan, Yuan Shixiao, Meng Han, Liu Zhenying, and Li Junde.

In total, there were thirteen people, and they hired three carriages. Liu Zhenying and Li Junde were in the carriage, while Xun Yi and Meng Han rode horses in front, racing each other.

"Do you know this person called Meng Han?"

Li Junde pursed his lips: "I don't know him. I've at least met Li Xinghong, but I've never heard Xun Yi mention this person. He doesn't seem like someone he just met recently. Even Xun Tan doesn't seem to know him."

If he was someone they just met recently, how could he have received an invitation to visit Xun Yi's home in just a few days?

"Xun Tan seems quite jealous, as if she doesn't like this guy who acts so familiar."

Liu Zhenying pondered. He could sense a threat from Meng Han. Even with his cultivation of demonic arts, he wasn't sure he could win against Meng Han. Moreover, after his cultivation, Liu Zhenying became more sensitive to auras, and these two seemed to have a similar quality.

Xun Yi and Meng Han rode for a long stretch, and Meng Han told him about a dream he had: "I've been studying the dream for the past two days, based on the records I found from the Blessed Deity. It seems we were involved in a ritual of an evil deity when we were young."

"The only common point is that we were both born on the Lantern Festival?"

"That's right." Meng Han slowed down, thinking for a moment, and cautiously said, "The records from the Blessed Deity are very secretive. But if we join the true system of the Blessed Deity, we should be able to know what happened in our past lives."

"Children born on the Lantern Festival, after being involved in a ritual of an evil deity, we both managed to escape." Xun Yi mused, "Do you remember Boyang?"

According to their memories, Boyang was older than them and led the children in searching for an exit at that time.

"I once spread a message to find the lost Boyang sword, but no one has claimed the reward yet."

"There are two possibilities: either our companions are all dead, or their memories are sealed, and only we two have unlocked them." He slowly rode his horse, waiting for the carriages to catch up.

"Let's not talk about this now. I'll check the records again later. Instead, how did you suddenly get a battle spirit in your body?"

"Battle spirit?" Xun Yi thought for a moment, "I killed someone from the Heavenly Martial Palace last night, so I probably got it from him. Is it dangerous? Could the Heavenly Martial Palace seek revenge?"

"They probably won't seek revenge, but the battle spirits from the Heavenly Martial Palace are quite troublesome."

"Who's troublesome!" Two voices spoke simultaneously, one from Xun Yi and one from Meng Han.

Meng Han shrugged after saying this: "See? These battle spirits are always hoping to take over our bodies, which is quite annoying."

Xun Yi covered his mouth; a sentence had slipped out uncontrollably, making him feel a chill. Was this a side effect of the heart transplant?

"Don't worry too much, just treat it as your own bodyguard." Meng Han saw Xun Yi's expression change and laughed, "We are the Blessed Deity, with a fortune that defies the heavens, and our divine nature suppresses the battle spirits, so they can't do much."

"That's true. If we can kill them while alive, what more when they're dead?" Xun Yi smiled, not fearing the battle spirit of Sun Jian in his body.

"However, the battle spirit in my body uses a sword and has a divine sword. What did your battle spirit bring you?" The two were completely at ease, treating the battle spirits as gifts from the Blessed Deity.

"A bow, supposedly a simplified version of the Sun Bow." Meng Han pointed to the black longbow on his back, "These weapons are quite powerful."

"Such a good person!" Xun Yi agreed, not only bringing weapons but also filling his heart and transforming into a battle spirit in his body.

"Our Blessed Deity's combat skills are not high, so during battles, we can let the battle spirit temporarily possess us. Of course, we need to communicate with the battle spirit in our body beforehand." Meng Han, in a senior's manner, shared his experience.

Xun Yi listened while communicating with the battle spirit in his body.

"Go away! Go away!" The battle spirit of Sun Jian was sealed in the heart but had a strong martial will and didn't truly die. Especially seeing Meng Han and sensing the battle spirit in Meng Han's body, this was his old rival from the Heavenly Martial Palace, right? Was this a mockery of his fate?

The four disciples of the Heavenly Martial Palace were at odds with each other, which eventually gave outsiders a chance to expel all four of them.

"Meng Han, use the body, I'll talk to him." Yuan Zai communicated with Meng Han and took control of his body, shouting at Xun Yi, "Call out that guy Sun Jian!"

"Is he your enemy?" Xun Yi communicated with the battle spirit in his body.

Sun Jian: "..."

"Hey, say something!"

Sun Jian ignored Xun Yi, finding it too unfair. After escaping from the Heavenly Martial Palace, he was willing to abandon his dignity to help the Earth Mother Deity Palace, all for the chance to find the ancient Zhao secret treasury and seek revenge on the bastard with the霸刀 (Badao). In the end, he lost his heart, his divine sword was confiscated, and he became someone else's battle spirit. If the host died, he would die too.

Even more unfair was that this host was a descendant of the ancient Zhao imperial family. According to his upbringing, they should have been allies, working together to revitalize ancient Zhao.

But now, Sun Jian couldn't bring himself to say anything about cooperation.

He silently fumed in his heart.

Seeing this, Xun Yi shrugged at the person beside him, "Give my body back to Brother Meng, this guy doesn't want to see you."

"Doesn't want to see me? Not like when he and that bastard Badao teamed up to trick me!" Yuan Zai laughed in anger, picked up the bow and arrow from his back, and prepared to shoot at Xun Yi.

"Enough, don't involve us in your grudges." Meng Han took back his body and said to Xun Yi, "You see, this is the downside of a battle spirit possessing you. But these battle spirits are powerful and can transform into armor to protect us."

"Don't think I'll protect you." Sun Jian coldly replied to Xun Yi and continued to hide in his heart.

But he sighed inwardly, a descendant of the Zhao Emperor. With the spiritual power and bloodline from his heart, he would likely soon awaken the second level of the Yellow Emperor's blood. At that time, his position would be awkward.

Seeing Sun Jian's attitude, Xun Yi wasn't angry. After all, he was the winner, so he calmly chatted with Meng Han.

Suddenly, he saw a farmer wearing a straw hat weeding in a distant field.

"He really doesn't mind the trouble!" Xun Yi flicked the reins and rode quickly over. "Why are you out here again, and without your cane? If I hadn't seen the straw hat, I wouldn't have recognized you, Elder Yi." Xun Yi greeted him with respect.

Meng Han saw this and came forward to bow.

The farmer looked up, a small old man with tanned skin and a lively spirit. "You actually came back to the old house? That's rare."

"I came to pay respects to the ancestors and to see you and the other elders." Xun Yi smiled and went into the field, ignoring the mud to invite the old man out.

"Enough, don't come down. I don't mind the vegetables, but I do mind your clothes." The old man came out of the field and stood by the road, talking to Xun Yi and Meng Han.

Xun Yi tried to help him up, but he pushed him