"This is exactly what I wanted..."

With his right hand brushing away the dirt from the coffin, Bai Yi was somewhat surprised by the fictional power contained within it.

So many years have passed, and in fact, at the very beginning, Bai Yi did not have much hope for the legacy of the all-knowing scholar.

Although Han Feiyu started this fictional story with his death, no one can guarantee that Bai Xiaosheng's legacy will continue to be passed down.

Moreover, this all-knowing scholar's corpse was just laid out here so casually, without any traps or mechanisms whatsoever.

If some tomb raiders happen to dig him up, like the one he encountered before, that would be the end of it.

"It seems that, as I said before, I've always been lucky."

Bai Yi pondered that his luck was probably pretty good.

Whether it's Ye Li, Edward, or Han Feiyu, they are all lucky.

He was pondering just how lucky he was.

If his Heroic Spirit has a Lancer, could it withstand that mystical curse of bad luck?

It is said that many gunmen had all sorts of bad luck while they were alive. They were more likely to encounter robbers on the road than others, and they died inexplicably. Some were hit by dump trucks, and some used guns as fishing rods, but the fish they caught was too big, and they were dragged into the water and drowned because they refused to let go.

Well, the latter also gained a weakness to water and a weakness to fish, which is hard to explain.

"Maybe we can give it a try, but I don't know if we'll have the chance."

Besides, that's not absolute; not all spearmen are unlucky, some are lucky too.

Shaking his head, Bai Yi stopped thinking about these strange things; there was only one important thing right now.

"Gathering and activating the power of fiction."

One hand rests on the coffin lid, because the spirits of the fallen are here, and there is no need to worry about them being lifted from the coffin.

"Buzz..."

A strange wave spread out, centered on the coffin, and almost covered the entire Nine Provinces Realm.

This is a collection of those fictional powers, the story of the All-Knowing Scholar's legacy, which is known throughout the world.

Those fictional ideas were locked in, and the storyteller's path was activated at this moment, gathering these forces in one place.

"call……"

Many people felt it at this time; there was a special change in the world.

"What happened? What happened? What happened?"

Some people are completely confused; they simply raise their weapons without knowing what they should be wary of.

Some people, on the other hand, immediately speculated about the possible scenarios.

"Hmph, Bai Xiaosheng, this matter was definitely caused by Bai Xiaosheng, I am absolutely certain of it."

"Is this true, Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? We respect your power and are aware of the hatred between you and Bai Xiaosheng."

But is it really necessary to go to such an extreme? Isn't it a bit too paranoid?

Let's not talk about what happened earlier. Yesterday, you found burnt cabbage in your meal, and you even suspected that Bai Xiaosheng was plotting against you. It's not that serious, really not."

The heroic spirits who had gathered under the call of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to deal with Bai Xiaosheng were all in an inn at the moment.

The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion suspected that the fluctuations just now were caused by Bai Xiaosheng, otherwise who would have such strength?

Others, however, felt that the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was being a little too nervous.

"There are so many of us here, and we can be sure that there isn't a single 'know-it-all' among us."