LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
598. MEETING ENEMIES.
The Yun Clan, the most secretive clan since the founding of the Tianyu Empire.
It was not like the Seven Nobles Houses, who guarded the border, but a clan that was highly relied upon by every emperor.
This clan had mastered an incredible and strange skill.
In each generation, there would be one person who knew how to read heaven, a sacred lineage that could deduce the fate of the nation.
This bloodline did not give them power, but allowed them to see one's fate, and the imperial path, with the highest precision.
Their eyes saw the world, it could be said. They gathered fate through signs that no one else felt and gave the emperor the most accurate conclusion.
This person was called the High Priest in every generation, a title that the emperor gave him.
Rumor has it that in the most urgent need of the Tianyu Empire, the,
The High Priest was the one who recommended Dugu Zhantian to the marshal and Zhuge Changfeng to the emperor's minister.
This led to the Four Pillars being powerful today, bringing prosperity to the nation.
The current Great Priest was the 7th clan head of the Yun clan, whom they called Demigod Yun Xuanji.
TAN WEN HONG pondered, “They said Yun Xuanji did not care about worldly affairs, so why did he know about me?”
“Steward TAN WEN HONG, he is an amazing man. Because he has invited you, he,
he must have wanted to convey something very important. You have to go.” Grandma spoke after seeing the invitation.
Raising an eyebrow, TAN WEN HONG looked at him, then the others, “You guys have great respect for Yun Xuanji. Is he trustworthy?”
“Very. Yun Xuanji was an anomaly in Tianyu. Be it the emperor, Zhuge Changfeng, Dugu Zhantian, or the seven houses, or,
everyone would knock on his door whenever they encountered something beyond their comprehension.
And he answers every time he is asked. I myself once visited Master and his words brightened my eyes.” Long Yifey smiled, recalling those fond memories.
It only made TAN WEN HONG even more curious, “How could the emperor abandon this threat, he said,
a mystic whose words shape nations and even lead houses, alive?”
TAN WEN HONG was clear on one thing. Chaos breeds heroes while peace kills mystics.
The world is perfect, peaceful and safe.
But scrying and your sudden bursts about the world falling into chaos,
with anyone competing for the throne, it would shake the empire to its core, right?
This caused the mystics to rant about some of the kings who founded a country to become
the first was dropped after the country stood up and walked, to prevent a disaster.
No one wanted others to use their words and steal their throne.
One of the other reasons why TAN WEN HONG greatly underestimated anything related to heaven, providence and the like.
Huangpu Qingtian would not be silent about it. He laughed on his face of course, labeling him as another fool who was fooled in his mind.
But now, not only did the Yun clan develop this art perfectly, it even had authority.
Men, friends and enemies, make social visits to seek answers to their problems.
It was clearly a violation against the imperial family, though,
but the emperor never once extinguished it but closed it for a thousand years. It's more than confusing, even crazy.
The host laughed out loud because of his conundrum.
“Ha-ha-ha, Steward TAN WEN HONG, what you don't know is that the Yun clan has never shied away from the straight and narrow path.
It treats everyone as a guest, but is never a favorite. It never involved itself in court affairs, though,
taking a neutral place and never crossing the line, the only reason the imperial family's fear subsided.
Unlike other mystics, the Yun clan had ancestral teachings. There are many paths of life, too,
heaven is ever changing and human wisdom is infinite!” Xie Xiaofeng explained while grinning.
TAN WEN HONG mused, but in the end shook his head, “Isn't that the same as saying, in the end all you rely on is only yourself?”
“That's it! His words guide you on your path. As for succeeding, it all depends on you. This is what makes the Yun clan extraordinary.” Long Yifey laughed.
TAN WEN HONG's eyes twitched, “Well, I thought he was a con man. To juggle so many big blows would certainly require skill.
I can't wait to meet him. Who knows, I can learn a thing or two about how to use you guys better! “
“He-he-he, even better. If you can learn something, we will come to you for guidance, ha-ha-ha..” Everyone laughs out loud.
The hand of TAN WEN HONG holding the card trembled, but his eyes were focused.
He called the Yun clan a mystic, but he was more than clear that in order for the emperor and Zhuge Changfeng to show such high respect towards him, it had to be more than that.
I have to visit them!
He cupped his hands and left, heading towards the Parish. It took fifteen minutes to arrive in front of the huge gate.
‘The word Paroki’ is written on it.
But unlike its glorious name as the third pillar, it looked really poor.
The Yun Clan was completely honest despite being famous for a thousand years.
Giving TAN WEN HONG one more time, he bowed respectfully, “Can I know who your master and destination are?”
“A trader. I heard about scrying from High Priest and want to consult him.” TAN WEN HONG'S
finding wisdom is the better part of courage so she chooses to investigate the unknown child.
The boy frowned and counted with his finger before bowing to apologize,
“I'm sorry, but the Clan Head is taking care of an important guest for these three days and cannot accept you.
You may come afterwards. Let me make you a reservation. ”
TAN WEN HONG looked at the boy deeply and nodded inwardly.
The Yun Clan is truly fair. So high yet heard the needs of the people. Even their children are polite.
At the very least, he knew how to raise their clan.
If the guards of the TAN clan met someone who did not want to meet the great Steward TAN WEN HONG, he would be slapped silly rather than wasting words.
The Yun Clan advocated virtue, a stark contrast from your common mystic.
“Ha-ha-ha, son, I won't tease you anymore. I have received an invitation. In Here.” Pinched the cheek of the sweet one, TAN WEN HONG laughed.
The boy lit up and bowed, “Oh, Best Servant Under Heaven, forgive me for not recognizing you, Mr. TAN WEN HONG. Clan Head has been waiting for you for a long time.”
The boy took the lead, with TAN WEN HONG smiling in the back.
They passed through many water pavilions and stopped in front of a large building. Looking up, TAN WEN HONG found at least a hundred meters tall.
“This is a Parish observatory. The Clan Head is currently serving guests. Please wait here while I tell him! ” The boy bowed again.
TAN WEN HONG nodded and the boy left.
Fifteen minutes later, TAN WEN HONG's eyes ventured everywhere, bored out of his mind, when he heard an angry and rude shout.
Why are their voices so familiar?
Surrounding the observatory and beyond, he arrived at a house. The child from before was now kneeling in front with his head bowed.
Did he wait here not want to disturb the Clan Head?
“Tuan TAN WEN HONG ..” The boy noticed it and shouted. TAN WEN HONG just signaled for him to be quiet.
Then, to the surprise of the boy, he tiptoed and peered through the cracks of the door.
He was very curious as to who Yun Xuanji was looking at.
He got a surprise in his life!
There are three people inside. One was a grizzled old man sitting with his eyes closed and perfect behavior. He was considered the High Priest Yun Xuanji.
As for the other two, TAN WEN HONG was more than familiar with them, Huangpu Tianyuan and Leng Wuchang.
Huangpu Tianyuan is a blabbering person, “Large Priest, your scrying never fails so why is this time really different?”
“Indeed. I can deduce the mind of man, but not the will of heaven. Something I admire about High Priest!” Leng Wuchang cupped his hands together,
“But this time, I can't accept High Priest's fault. Twenty years ago you told us that
the oldest young master was worthy to rule, that it was a beautiful omen. But now..”
Yun Xuanji nodded and sighed, “Indeed, your eldest young master has the disposition of a rare earth dragon. He had to go through three tribulations and his future would be limitless!”
“What tribulation?” Huangpu Tianyuan spit.
Yun Xuanji did not once open his eyes, “Three are part of the plan of heaven that I dare not reveal.
But since he has happened, it no longer applies. They are the will of heaven, father and son, and sin!”
“Who among them is TAN WEN HONG?” Ask Leng Wuchang.
Yun Xuanji shook his head, “Not really.”
“Then why is it said there are three? Aren't they clearly the four? Even the one that took his life!” Huangpu Tianyuan blared.
Yun Xuanji is a fortress of calm in the face of storms, “Heaven is always changing, although some movements can be traced.
With a human having three thousand paths to choose from, his life can take countless turns.
But the tragic loss of your dear child is an actual accident.” “.
Pffs!
TAN WEN HONG held his mouth for his dear life. He was increasingly convinced this Yun Xuanji man was a con man.
Who would say an expert like Huangpu Qingtian's death was a mistake?
Huangpu Tianyuan and Leng Wuchang twitched.
This was the first time hearing such a word from Yun Xuanji. He used to babble about fates that worked in mysterious ways,
a kind of elegant and convoluted explanation that made all of them submit in admiration to the perfect truth he held.
But this time, he did not offer such a thing, writing everything down as an accident.
Is he trying to give a bad name to the Parish…