"Is there a problem? After all, wasn't the Overlord born in..."
Zhou Li was briefly taken aback. She didn’t feel anything was wrong at first and continued speaking naturally, but halfway through her sentence, she suddenly froze—because...
The Overlord was born in Jiangdong!
Even when examined closely, that still belonged to Jiangbei.
According to modern geography, it should fall within the regions of Suzhou Province and Hui Province. Jiangnan Province only counted as part of its domain.
In fact, most of the legends about the Western Chu Overlord Xiang Yu were located in Jiangdong and Guanzhong, both of which were more orthodox than Jiangnan.
Even if the Xiang family had descendants, they should be in Sishui Commandery of Suzhou Province, participating in the newcomer Grand Competition over there.
This wasn't some stereotype, but rather because Diseased Domains possessed the property of geographic anchoring.
The stronger a Diseased Domain, the deeper it sank, the harder it was to reverse the weight of history.
It was difficult to move.Therefore, in order to acquire the corresponding inheritance, one must remain in Suzhou Province and sink into the Historical Long River.
As for the possibility of migration... well—
Zhou Li turned her head and asked, "Bo Rui, do you know when the Xiang family joined the sub-bureau? Which sub-bureau did they come from?"
"How would I not know? Of course, it's..."
Bo Rui was about to respond but got stuck, his mind suddenly blank.
He realized that he didn’t know when the Xiang family joined the Bureau of Historical Revision, or even which sub-bureau Xiang Siyu came from.
Bo Rui asked the others and got the same answer.
"Damn, I don’t know which sub-bureau Xiang Siyu came from either?"
"Then why do I feel like she’s been with us for ages?"
"Wait a minute, weren’t the Overlord's remains monopolized by five families? Outside of the Historical Long River, how could there be any direct descendants of the Overlord in the present world?"
"Are we seeing ghosts?"
Xiang Siyu was like an invisible person who suddenly appeared, but everyone inexplicably accepted her existence.
A strange sense of absurdity spread.
Master Fale furrowed his brow, as if something came to mind, and asked Jiang Yan, "How did you discover it?"
Jiang Yan replied, "Of course, it’s because the long spear and horse lance were what Xiang Yu used in official history. Only in wild histories and folk tales did he wield the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd or weapons like the Overlord Halberd.
Others might not care, but for someone who always boasts about their ancestor’s glorious moments—would they really forget what weapon their old ancestor used?
Besides, she outright assumed the Jiangnan Xiang family was not a branch lineage. How is that different from calling herself a bastard?"
For aristocratic families, the most important thing was the place of origin.
Just like the Southern Kong and Northern Kong.
Clearly, the Southern Kong had backbone, preferring death to surrender, and many had died. In contrast, the Northern Kong submitted and became mascots for many dynasties.
Yet the Southern Kong wasn’t well-known, and everyone believed the orthodox line was in the north.
The root cause: Confucius was born in the land of Qilu.
Like an anchor point, it fixed everyone's perception.
Of course, there was one more crucial point Jiang Yan didn’t say.
That was—appearance and abilities could be faked, but the Life Lamp couldn’t. It was a product of a being’s fate and karma.
Even those at the Ancient Talisman level couldn’t affect the Life Lamp.
Especially after experiencing the Obstacle of Perception in the Monkey King Temple instance, Jiang Yan always checked others' Life Lamps.
And Xiang Siyu’s Life Lamp was extremely strange—it had a layer of disguise, covered by a massive scarlet mouth.
A large portion of the tribulation aura shrouding Jiulong Mountain was emanating from her.
Forged identity… Source of calamity…
If you’re not the mastermind behind the scenes, then am I?
Still, Xiang Siyu kept flitting before Jiang Yan’s eyes like a sweet little cake, making him feel hungry just looking at her.
The reason the battle dragged on so long was to squeeze out every last drop of value.
Master Fale heard this and praised, "Layman Jiang is truly impressive. No wonder you were able to collect the Heart Monkey ahead of time—your mind is like the bodhi, successfully avoiding Wild History contamination."
"Wild History contamination?"
Zhou Li’s expression suddenly changed upon hearing this, and she exclaimed:
"Could it be..."
Kakakaka!
"I didn’t expect my meticulously staged show to be exposed so soon. This twist in the plot is... truly delightful!"
A soft voice echoed over the lake, accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn.
"What is that!?"
Everyone looked up, only to see the void cracking open into countless scarlet rifts, large and small, densely packed.
Inside the cracks squirmed like flesh, with intertwining and growing granulation tissue faintly visible—like wounds on human skin slowly healing but never fully recovering, covering the entire sky above the lake.
Gugiguji!
With eerie sounds, sharp teeth grew from within those rifts, letting out strange whispers, as if recounting chaotic ancient histories.
Gradually, everyone’s original cognition began to twist.
"唵嘛呢叭咪吽!"
Master Fale recited the Six Syllable Mantra, and immediately followed with the Sanskrit chant【Eastern Moonlight Bodhisattva’s Treasure Radiance Sublime Conduct Tathāgata’s Karma Removal Mantra】, the scripture echoing resoundingly.
Wong!
Azure glazed light spread out, dispelling the encroaching filth for everyone.
At that moment, everyone’s twisted memories returned to normal.
There had never been a Xiang Siyu in the past!
Seeing this, Zhou Li shouted in anger, "As expected, these bastards from the Wild History Club!"
Ge Xianyao and the others looked grim upon hearing that.
Jiang Yan curiously asked, "What is the Wild History Club?"
Zhao Yinman’s notes didn’t seem to mention this organization.
But from Zhou Li’s tone, it didn’t sound like a minor group.
Zhou Li explained, "The Wild History Club is an extremely malicious dark organization. It causes malignant incidents across the Tianxia Alliance, especially active in Jiangnan Province—so it’s suspected their headquarters might be here."
We History Walkers usually submerge into Diseased Domains formed from distorted Official Histories. Even if chaotic, it remains within limits, and we are correcting history and restraining mutations.
But they are different. They are obsessed with the Diseased Domains born of Wild Histories. Because those are inherently illusory histories, without foundational existence, and can vanish at any moment.
After mutation, they become increasingly twisted and can even resonate with Official History, triggering massive catastrophes. At that moment, the Wild History Club seizes the opportunity to steal the historical origin within, and through a special ritual, make it their own.
Official History! Wild History!
Jiang Yan contemplated. He hadn’t yet experienced a Wild History instance. Although he didn’t know much about Wild History, he understood this much...
Official History isn’t necessarily authentic,
But Wild History is definitely wild!
Jiang Yan exclaimed, “So you’re saying she stole a Diseased Domain related to the Overlord, and from it created this puppet, Xiang Siyu?”
“That’s likely the case.”
Zhou Li said gravely, “Everything comes at a price. One must bear the corresponding mutation. And what they’re doing is akin to stealing the nourishment of It from a critically ill Historical Long River, which induces even more severe mutations.
Besides, they often implant false histories and memories, quietly integrating into major factions. They deceive and manipulate countless people to achieve their goals by any means—but more often, it’s simply for pleasure. They’re a bunch of lunatics and con artists.”
Bo Rui cautiously scanned the surroundings, picking up the explanation. “The Wild History Club pleases an ancient being deep within history named【Great King of Desire】by twisting various Wild Histories, causing destruction, and toying with living beings, in exchange for blessings.
And the best offering—is the present world!
Jiangnan Province was once attacked by the ninth seat,【Bookworm】. He used special bugs to gnaw through several adjacent Congested-level Diseased Domains, fabricated histories, connected them, and forcibly elevated them to Dike-Break level to assault reality. Thankfully, it was discovered in time and did not cause serious consequences.
The Wild History Club has exactly thirteen seats, no more, no less. A new member only emerges when the previous holder is killed. The higher the seat, the stronger the power. Some are suspected to surpass even the Heavenly Officials.”
Jiang Yan furrowed his brow. As a folklore enthusiast, he naturally understood the unusual meaning of the number thirteen in mysticism.
In the Mayan civilization, it was considered sacred; in Buddhism, it represented completeness; in the eyes of emperors, supreme power. It even symbolized betrayal and corruption.
In the numerology of 81, thirteen symbolizes【Spring Peony of the Sun】, representing extraordinary talent and illustrious achievements.
Which meant,
Each seat in the Wild History Club was a top-tier genius—and a world-ending madman!
“Jiang Yan, watch out for Xiang Siyu’s corpse!”
While Jiang Yan was thinking, Zhou Li’s urgent voice reached his ears.
“Heehee...”
He turned his head. Xiang Siyu’s lifeless head suddenly lifted. The dual pupils that had once reflected light were now just pitch-black hollows, staring directly at him.
She wore a bizarre smile and said, “Heehee, Brother Jiang Yan, your eyes shine like candlelight—so much prettier than dual pupils.”
As her voice fell, numerous wounds suddenly split open on her body, making her look like a broken rag doll, releasing streams of scarlet mist.
Bang!
The Silver Radiance King suddenly exerted force, crushing her into fragments. Yet there was no burst of flesh and blood—only empty grasp.
Xiang Siyu’s corpse, Ghost-God Halberd, and clothes all turned into scarlet mist.
“What!?”
Jiang Yan stared at the scene before him, shocked—and then...
He calmly activated the【Cataclysmic Sea of the Return Ruins Foundation】and took a vicious bite out of the scarlet mist that Xiang Siyu had become.
Feather-plucking with fire!
Even if you’re an Immortal God, you must leave something behind!
He had already seen the Life Lamp burning beneath the Life Lamp, knowing she was still alive.
It was just that his full-power attacks earlier couldn’t kill her, which meant she exceeded his capabilities.
Better to play dumb and wait for a chance to shear the wool!
This sudden bite caused the scarlet mist still drifting around Jiang Yan to pause briefly—then quickly retreat.
Others didn’t notice this subtle change and simply took it as another mutation.
The remaining scarlet mist gathered atop the head of a stone dragon sculpture, intertwining into a humanoid shape, turning into a black-haired maiden.
Her skin was like mutton-fat white jade, barefoot, wearing a white dress in Wei-Jin style. Her black hair draped down to her waist, and a silver Mandala Blossom ornament was pinned to her forehead, gently swaying with a sound like wind chimes.
Her face was covered with a mask folded from paper, tightly fitting her skin.
On it, written in seal script with scarlet ink—“Feast”!
Around her, twelve chibi-style scarlet mouths floated, opening and closing constantly, as if holding a grand banquet—chewing and devouring something.
She sat atop the stone dragon’s head, left leg bent, right leg dangling freely, in the posture of the Water-Moon Guanyin, and said with a smile:
“Twelfth Seat of the Wild History Club,【Feast Maiden】, greets you all!”