Chapter 1468 – Conquering Nie Liang and Attacking Yang Tao, Sword Pointing to the World (Part 8)
Seeing Yang Si frozen in place, the Fisherwoman gleefully approached, one hand on her hip and the other casually patting Yang Si’s shoulder.
“Your Lord… Leader is not an ordinary person; she can’t lose!”
She almost let slip the word “streamer” but quickly changed her tune.
After all, Jiang Pengji is a big shot in the future world. If she were to lose despite having the upper hand, wouldn’t that be a complete farce?
Yang Si didn’t mind the gesture and asked, “Is it destiny?”
The Fisherwoman intended to agree but suddenly remembered something, shaking her head in denial, which left Li Yun and Qi Kuang too scared to make a sound.
“What does ‘Mountain Spirit’ mean?”
“Don’t you think it’s too unfair to attribute all her years of hard work and the lives lost by her soldiers to a simple phrase like ‘destiny’ for her and those brave spirits who died in battle?” the Fisherwoman said. “In the end, isn’t everything today hard-earned by your Lord and you all together? Light as a feather, ‘fate’ can’t bear such heavy fruits.”
The Fisherwoman scratched her head, clearly puzzled about how to express her meaning.
“If I spent over ten years studying hard to get into the top university, only for some fool to pop up and say it was because he prayed for me, snatching away my years of effort, I would surely jump up and smash his head! Rather than it being destiny, it’s more about ‘efforts made by people and the sentiments of the people.’ I believe your Lord will stand tall to the very end.”
Yang Si’s brows relaxed, and a hint of an innocent smile appeared.
He understood what the Fisherwoman was trying to convey.
“Thank you.”
After Yang Si spoke, the Fisherwoman realized there were only half a minute left and suddenly became bold.
Having crossed over, how could she not give her idol a hug? That would be such a pity!
Li Yun, being a Military General, was hard to ambush. Compared to him, Yang Si was much easier.
The Fisherwoman quickly said, “Little Rong Rong, catch this!”
She shouted at Yang Si calling him “Little Rong Rong,” but he was left confused, not knowing who that was.
Before he could react, the Fisherwoman opened her arms and leaped forward, giving him a big bear hug in a way that was somewhat reckless.
As Yang Si was almost toppled overboard, Li Yun quickly stepped in to pull the two of them back, preventing a watery disaster.
Yang Si, still in shock, saw that the previously energetic Fisherwoman had slumped onto the ground.
Bending down to check, he said, “Military Adviser, she’s fainted.”
Yang Si straightened his disheveled clothing, still wearing an expression of astonishment.
“What? She fainted?”
After more than half an hour later, the Fisherwoman finally woke up, behaving entirely differently from before, trembling in front of Yang Si and the others.
Li Yun and the others exchanged glances, while Yang Si, still unconvinced, tried several times to verify her state to disappointing results.
Qi Kuang quietly calculated the time and whispered, “It’s been six hours.”
Li Yun also caught on, incredulously saying, “Could she really be a ‘Mountain Spirit’?”
Yang Si replied, “Regardless of whether it’s true or not, it should pose no harm to us.”
If it hadn’t been for that frightful bear hug, Yang Si would have had a higher opinion of the Fisherwoman.
Qi Kuang noticed something and said, “That paper we wrote for the Mountain Spirit has vanished.”
He had clearly seen the Mountain Spirit fold the letter and tuck it into her waist; after the chaos, it had mysteriously disappeared.
Of course, it was gone! According to the rules of “Dreaming Back to the Millennium,” that paper was a gift from Yang Si and the others to the Empress of the Mountain Spirit, which could be taken.
What was the Empress of the Mountain Spirit doing now?
She was excitedly taking selfies with signed photos, ensuring to capture every detail, posting them on the Female Emperor’s livestream forum to show off.
Ever since the first Empress of the Mountain Spirit, “Night Dance Flame Spirit,” opened a thread before crossing over, many subsequent Empresses continued this tradition, basking in the worship of those miserable souls. However, the identities of these Empresses varied, and most returned empty-handed, without any spoils to flaunt.
“Feeling great, feeling great!”
While humming a cheerful tune, she skillfully pulled up the recording of today’s livestream, expertly screenshotting the moment she bear-hugged Yang Si to use as her ringtone, and turning them into the lock screen, planning to make a new set tomorrow.
Ding ding ding—
The forum’s private messages flooded in endlessly as she opened a few at random, finding numerous requests to buy signed photos, some even offering millions.
The Empress of the Mountain Spirit contently declined, “Not for sale, not for sale, keeping it as a family heirloom.”
As an ultra-rich Empress, did she need that little money?
After all, this round of “Dreaming Back to the Millennium” had ended, and Jiang Pengji could no longer monitor Yang Si’s activities.
Neither she nor the Empress herself had anticipated that Yang Si would suddenly pull off a major stunt.
What sort of “major stunt” was it?
It was naturally to nail the ID “扣着脚吃饭” completely into the annals of history as a public execution.
Future historians would record this experience faithfully, with Yang Si as the material provider.
On a certain year, on a certain day, with gentle winds and clear skies, the Great Ancestor dispatched troops to engage the Loyal and Brave Marquis in battle at Zhangzhou… the Martial General Yang Si devised a plan to capture the water bandits, and the Mountain Spirit descended, bestowing upon him the divine boat-building technique, named “扣着脚吃饭,” and before leaving, remarked, “Great Ancestor, it’s destiny!”
This historical account had the most absurd name of all—”Mountain Spirit.”
No matter how one looked at it, it sounded like a bizarre modern online ID.
Yang Si originally intended to use the identity of the “Mountain Spirit” to validate Jiang Pengji as the rightful heir, striking a blow to the enemy’s reputation.
However, Jiang Pengji felt rather conflicted seeing the “Mountain Spirit” awkwardly memorialized in history; should she be pained or relieved?
Not only “扣着脚吃饭” but also the “Mountain Spirit’s” outlandish sayings like “Love Is Not As Good As Homosexuality” and “Ngh Nao Biao Hang Ri” were publicly executed. Countless students from later generations would feel a strong sense of unity—ancient people really knew how to name things, as if they were modern nicknames.
They all thought it was quite scandalous!
Why did ancient writers compose those names with nonchalance for history books, while exam writers created serious questions based on them?
Wouldn’t they smirk while drafting those?
The “Mountain Spirit” truly was a proper “Mountain Spirit,” but regrettably, the name was anything but serious.
This incident, however, would become a story for much later.
Yang Si was keen to expose “Mountain Spirit” passing down destiny to build momentum for his Lord.
Although he wasn’t as savvy as Wei Ci when it came to public opinion, he had picked up a bit from observation.
Li Yun remarked, “No wonder the Military Adviser asked that question about the ‘Mountain Spirit’… if her answer hadn’t matched his expectations…”
Yang Si coldly replied, “Then why keep her alive?”
That was, of course, to silence her! Any words or actions detrimental to the Lord must never leak out, especially if they were the chatter of quirky entities like the “Mountain Spirit.”
Li Yun stroked his chin thoughtfully, “But would outsiders believe it?”
Yang Si remained unfazed, “Do you know what ‘three people create a tiger’ and ‘the voice of the people holds gold’ means?”
As long as enough people spoke about it, the foolish would naturally believe it, and the more foolish believed, the more real it would become.
Li Yun: “……”
