Ye Shaoqiu had not done that. He had merely guarded the Ye Family and carried on its legacy, nothing more. Even the Ye Family's prestige afterward had only been a boon brought by his personal reputation and strength, not something he had deliberately sought.
Fatty Xia found it difficult to understand Ye Shaoqiu's way of thinking. It was not only because they stood at different heights, but because they were fundamentally two entirely different kinds of people, with entirely different attitudes toward life.
What he considered most important might not have mattered nearly as much to Ye Shaoqiu.
Tong Lie stared intently at the two words Cheng Jun on the Ye Family's plaque and continued,
"With his own strength, it would naturally have been difficult for him to stand against an army of two hundred thousand. But he knew how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. With an open scheme, he made those two hundred thousand troops stay. Fatty Xia, do you know what that open scheme was?"
Fatty Xia shook his head. Even if he racked his brains, he could not guess what Ye Shaoqiu had been thinking at the time, or what exactly he had done.
"It was very simple. He only said a few words.
"I do not know the exact wording either, but according to the records left by the tribes, he first used voice transmission to tell everyone publicly that he had slipped into the Hundred Clans Allied Army's camp at night, cut off a lock of hair from every leader and general, and left it beside their pillows.
"Once the army grew suspicious and was on the verge of chaos, he used a sword technique that shook heaven and made ghosts weep to intimidate the army and prove his claim.
"Finally,