Chapter 303 – Silent Sage (VI)

Chapter 303

Silent Sage (VI)

Lu Yuhan leisurely grabbed toward a porcelain bowl sitting on the table, taking a single blood-red cherry from it and popping it into his mouth, biting down hard enough to tear through the seed.

His lazy eyes wandered from the city over to the edge beyond the border, where he noted the crowd gathering a few moments back.

What for?

A fight, most likely.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence–every year, he’d bear witness to hundreds of fights like these, where the opponents swore up and down that one duel would decide who was the rightful owner of whatever garbage they managed to unearth from the lake. It rarely ever ended the dispute, though at least the show they’d put on would occasionally be fun.

This time, though, it looked unlikely; the challenger was some brat in the Foundation Realm, and his opponent looked to be in the Revolving Core Realm.

“Father,” the doors to the room swung open as his light came through, his expression immediately alighting.

“Ah, Yawen, come, join your father for a drink.” He sat up and plumped the few cushions on the long sofa rammed against the wall. She nodded faintly and sat down while he poured them both some red wine into gilded, golden goblets. “What did the Shaman say?”

“No changes,” she said. “None of the Words revealed anything.”

“Tsk,” Lu Yuhan clicked his tongue; he didn’t expect much, yet was still disappointed nonetheless.

“It’s still early,” she comforted, though didn’t sound particularly confident either.

It made sense–he’d been trying for almost four hundred years to discover the ‘Guardian’s’ identity. He’d invited array masters, alchemists, formation experts, and even a Senior at the Nirvana Realm, but it was for naught. None were able to find anything out of the ordinary within the lake.

The ‘treasures’ themselves and their origin were easily discerned–seven rivers wash down into the Moon Lake in total, though only one of them mattered: Time River. It was a split of the massive, area-spanning Void Abyss River, and whatever treasures came into the Moon Lake came that way.

It wasn’t odd; he himself had once discovered a divine Phoenix Plume in the Void Abyss River, as whoever dared actually enter it had a good chance of finding something. The issue was surviving and getting out.

The treasures themselves were inconsequential; even an occasional higher-tier piece wasn’t enough to stir anything within him, but the Guardian’s identity… it kept him up.

His last resort was summoning a Shaman–it was beneath him, as he considered the wretched things subhuman, resorting to inscribing Will of the Heavens onto the piece of paper, an act so sacrilegious they were deemed heretics among his brethren. And yet, he was that desperate.

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“What’s happening over there?” Yawen asked.

“What always happens,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “Pride got in the way of wisdom, and now somebody was going to die.”

He was happy when people died–of course he was. After all, with each death, he was coming closer and closer to paying off his sins; if he somehow did manage to grow the Black Vine from infancy to full bloom, there was a good chance he would be Reborn.

“A kid is fighting?” Yawen said, prompting him to glance at her; he loved her dearly, but his daughter was not made of his kin. He had no heart to drag her into the other matters, as he fully intended to leave her the city once it was time to go, but he did wish she was at least a bit more… callous.