Well, anyone who knows Bai Xiaosheng will believe one thing.

That is, even after experiencing death once, even now as a heroic spirit in another world, he will definitely cause trouble.

To some extent, this is the value of Bai Xiaosheng's reputation, or rather, his word-of-mouth (I'm sure of it).

Because of Bai Xiaosheng's influence, many imaginary heroic spirits were born in the Nine Provinces Realm, and the quality of many heroic spirits that might have been unknown or not famous was improved.

For example, the Blood Shadow Cult Leader mentioned earlier, as well as the Five Poisons Lord and the Heavenly Fire Sect Master, are examples of manuscripts that Han Feiyu frequently used.

Besides the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, there are two other people whose improvement is exaggeratedly great.

One of them, needless to say, you should have already guessed, right? Bai Xiaosheng's good friend, the infamous list in the Nine Provinces Realm, the storyteller's prey list, an existence cursed by countless people in secret, considered to be an evil that binds the endless wronged souls of victims, a powerful figure who almost killed Bai Xiaosheng, our fortune teller.

(Mysterious voice-over: There are too many people; there's no room for all of them here.)

An elderly man wearing a loose white vest and flip-flops, who was playing chess in the neighborhood, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Hey, brother, why aren't you moving? If you don't think of something soon, you'll lose your horse and cart!"

Old Li looked at his chess partner with a smug expression on his face. Finally, he had the upper hand in the game.

My friend is really amazing. I don't know if he's a professional chess player or not, but every time we play chess, he almost always predicts my moves.

He had been studying chess scores diligently for a long time, and this time he finally got his chance to shine.

"Sorry, Lao Li, I suddenly feel a little unwell, so I'll head back first. Let's just consider it a loss for me today."

The old man frowned, indicating that this was the end of the day.

"Hey, no, buddy, don't run away! I finally managed to subdue you once, how can I just let it go like this? Hey, hey..."

The old man left, walked to a quiet corner in the neighborhood where there were few people, clenched his fist, and punched the wall next to him.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Anger, a long-lost anger surged into his heart. Ever since he was summoned as a Heroic Spirit, his Heroic Spirit Master had been a lazy bum, so he had also been living a life of idleness and complacency.

He had almost forgotten his past and his true identity.

"Bai Xiaosheng is still chasing me? No, I've come all the way here, and I finally won the revival match, but I still can't escape?"

The fortune teller couldn't understand. "What is this all about? Can't you, the all-knowing scholar, show a little respect for the elderly and the young?"

He considered himself the most wronged among the victims related to Bai Xiaosheng, having been unjustly entangled with such a monster by sheer coincidence.

The other side sought revenge on him, so he thought, "Fine, I'll just die." But instead, this guy turned him into a tool and even added his name to it!

The fortune teller who has descended is of the Sorcerer rank, but he knows that he also has the potential to be of the Berserker rank and the Avenger rank.

How did it come about? It's very simple: countless victims who made it onto the list died at the hands of storytellers, or who are still alive but were tortured by storytellers.

The first person they cursed was the storyteller they encountered, the second was the fortune teller, and only the all-knowing scholar was cursed.

Endless curses and resentment led to the emergence of two darker sides in him.

It was also because of the endless praise that he, who was originally just a decent existence, at most a legendary figure, was transformed into an epic-level heroic spirit.

"Bai Xiaosheng, can you please let me go?"

Tears streamed down my face.