Xia Xiang took the Dark Scripture she had retrieved from Sun Qiang and went to find Feng Chu.
"I've found the reference answer, do you want it?" Xia Xiang smiled smugly at Feng Chu, who was clearly disgusted by her.
"Give it back to me, and I'll forgive you for what you did before," Fengchu said with a snort, reluctantly.
"Forget it, what's your forgiveness worth? I don't want it." Xia Xiang said, getting up to leave.
"Hey, you're really annoying!" Fengchu said angrily.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch." Xia Xiang sat back down and poured herself a cup of tea. "What do you want in exchange for what I found?"
"Name your terms," Fengchu said after a moment's thought.
"I'm going to get into a group fight. Bring some skilled martial artists to help me this time, and I'll return this to you." Xia Xiang placed the Dark Scripture on the coffee table.
Feng Chu looked at Xia Xiang with some surprise, "Do you have a misunderstanding about your own strength? I can't even outrun you with magic. If you want to fight, then come at me yourself."
"None of your business!" Xia Xiang said without explanation. "Just tell me if you agree or not."
"The Pang family has never interfered in these matters. I'll do my best. If you can't get anyone to come, can I do it myself?" Fengchu asked.
"Okay," Xia Xiang said, and then returned the last part of the Dark Scripture to him. "But actually, your Pang family also bears some responsibility for failing to properly guard the Dark Scripture, and it is your duty to help."
Fengchu: Can we please stop bringing this up?
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After Xia Xiang finished talking with Feng Chu, she asked him to use a gentle breeze to send her to Sima Yi's place.
When she first met Sima Yi, she was almost scared to death by him.
Sima Yi had very dark circles under his eyes and looked extremely tired, completely unlike his previous composed and dignified self. Piles of comic books were scattered haphazardly in the front hall.
"I don't understand this at all! Why would you say it like that?" Sima Yi pointed to the text on the twisted dough stick. "It shouldn't mean that at all!"
"Here, this is a dictionary." Xia Xiang pulled out an extremely thick dictionary. "Look up the parts you don't understand to help you understand."
"Thank you," Sima Yi said excitedly, taking the book and flipping to the first page, starting his search from the marked section.
"I'm here to borrow people," Xia Xiang said softly. "Lend me a few people with high martial arts skills to do something for me."
"Sure, how high-level do you want?" Sima Yi didn't even look up, continuing to flip through the dictionary.
"It would be good enough if it were about the same as the Five Tiger Generals," Xia Xiang said casually.
Sima Yi's legs buckled, and he collapsed into a pile of comic books, struggling to keep himself upright. "What the hell are you talking about?!"
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Xia Xiang asked innocently.
"No!" Sima Yi gritted his teeth.
Were the Five Tiger Generals of the Eastern Han Dynasty just like cabbages? They can be found anywhere!?
Sima Yi handed him a token and gave Xia Xiang a siman number. "If you need anything, contact them. The only difference between the four of them and the Five Tiger Generals is their numbers; their overall strength is still formidable."
"Thank you," Xia Xiang said, somewhat touched, as she accepted the token.
"Just this once." Sima Yi continued flipping through the dictionary.
"I'll go look for other comic books and bring them over to you," Xia Xiang said.
She remembered that Ji An was in the Copper Dimension, so she figured he could probably help her with this little bit of work.
"No need," Sima Yi refused directly. "After reading the comics here, I completely quit. You should leave; I don't want to see you."
Xia Xiang: ...feeling wronged...
After Xia Xiang finished doing all this, he returned to the Eastern Han Dynasty, where he happened to encounter Dong Zhuo.
"Is there something you need from the acting principal?" Xia Xiang asked with a smile.
"Don't think you're all set just because you rescued them. I already know your secret." Dong Zhuo's eyes gleamed with purple light as he spoke, preparing to channel his inner energy.
"Oh." Xia Xiang didn't seem to care, and didn't even take out her weapon.
"Then you should know that if you lay a hand on me, you'll die even faster. I'm not some innocent, upright, and kind little darling like Guan Yu, who can be manipulated by your low-level tricks."
Xia Xiang not only talked to him, but also nonchalantly unleashed her seemingly endless supernatural power index, making Dong Zhuo feel suffocated.
"It's good that you can't make a move; we can live in peace." Dong Zhuo had no choice but to compromise and left immediately.
Xia Xiang: Why is it that my grandpa is so ridiculously handsome, even though we have the same face?
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