Chapter 1187: Chapter 745: The Opponent in the Chess Ga
Ran Jianli’s death was undoubtedly a nightmare for Xu Yuan.
After all, that big old man was more important to Big Ice Lump than his own father, and could be considered half his future father-in-law.
But for so reason,
at the mont this news truly settled, Xu Yuan’s once tightly clenched heart began to grow calm.
He almost processed this news in an instant,
and in an instant, he digested the heart-wrenching grief Ran Jianli’s death brought to Ran Qingmo.
The swiftness was almost cold-blooded.
In the silence, audible were the sounds of heartbeat and breathing, and Xu Yuan faced his father, speaking:
“Who did it?”
Xu Yinhè slowly turned around and continued walking towards the study, his words reverberating through the alley of the inner courtyard:
“Keeping your composure is admirable, but your mind is still sowhat unsettled.”
“….”
As the words fell, a mont of stillness.
Xu Yuan also realized that under normal circumstances he wouldn’t ask such a foolish question.
Who did it?
Who else could it be?
Amongst the entire world, only a handful could accomplish this deed.
Footsteps rustling,
Xu Yinhè’s voice was as calm and solemn as an ancient well, carrying admonition:
“Changtian, the existing rules have been disrupted due to your submission of the Flat Tax Immortal Technique; the entire world has already started to crumble, and before new rules are established, anyone could vanish before your eyes—Changge, Xinyao, Lou Ji, Hua Hong, and even including your father could disappear forever due to uncontrollable forces.”
“Changtian,
this is no child’s play, nor is it a theatrical tale. Since you have chosen to personally open this path to chaos, you should be prepared to face everything.”
Silence,
Xu Yuan’s voice was sowhat hoarse, as weak as a mosquito:
“…Your child understands.”
“….”
Xu Yinhè lowered his gaze; entrusting what he should do to the next generation was not comfortable for him.
The previous admonition, though light, directly placed his offspring in a supre position.
This is responsibility, but it is also pressure.
Yet, he presently had no other choice.
Therefore, even if it ant forcing the young sapling to grow, he needed Changtian to mature quickly.
Ultimately, it was Xu Yuan who broke the silence.
He took a deep breath and whispered a question:
“Father, where did you receive this information from?”
The father before him would not make statents without aim, but Ran Jianli was, after all, one of the world’s supre saints, so being quietly killed was indeed suspicious.
Xu Yinhè did not conceal, rounding the corner of the alley:
“It’s news from Sword Sect; your father was not the first to know, or maybe this news might spread across the world by tomorrow.”
Speaking of this,
Xu Yinhè glanced back slightly, his dark pupils directly eting Xu Yuan’s eyes:
“The Jiantian Pavilion Saintess personally took Ran Jianli’s body to the Heavenly Elent Competition banquet.”
“…..”
Xu Yuan’s heartbeat halted for a mont.
Xu Yinhè half-closed his eyes; his gaze was like that of a hawk, with imnse pressure instantly gushing towards Xu Yuan. His voice remained calm, but carried the might of ruling the world:
“According to the information Yuan Hao has brought back, that Saintess has already transcended mortality, her nature greatly differing from what you saw before, becoming divine and ruthless, seemingly entering the state every Jiantian Pavilion Master reaches with the cultivation technique.”
“….” Xu Yuan remained silent.
In the Western Desert, that enchantress Tian Ye once jokingly teased about wanting to see how Tianyan would choose when forcibly entering the State of Divine Nothingness.
At that ti, he brushed it off carelessly, yet in his heart, he knew that indeed could certainly occur in the future, albeit not expecting this day to arrive so soon.
Although he hadn’t sought a promise like Big Ice Lump from Tianyan, how could this opposition not cause him turmoil?
Ultimately, must they et with weapons in hand….
Perhaps seeing the determination in his offspring’s heart, Xu Yinhè gradually withdrew his imposing aura, whispering:
“Regarding this matter, your father ultimately broke his promise; after exchanging blows with Ran Jianli, he was gravely injured and isolated, allowing those people to exploit that opportunity. Perhaps your father should have seen him off at that ti.”
Xu Yuan’s lips curled slightly, bitterly:
“Father, it’s not your fault, you have already done your best.”
Though not personally experienced, he could imagine the situation.
This father had to exert himself to hide from the Imperial Family, and under such exhaustive effort, Ran Jianli’s severe wounds were almost inevitable.
As for escorting Ran Jianli, forget it.
At that ti, his father was already being targeted by destiny, and if bearing this pressure to escort Ran Jianli, the gravely injured might indeed beco him.
But the question is, how did the Hidden Sects know Ran Jianli’s exact position?
From an intelligence perspective,
the Hidden Sects should not have known even that Ran Jianli was alive.
An insider?
Even more unlikely.
This entire matter, apart from the two involved, the father only inford him, even concealing the truth from all high-ranking officials within the Pri Minister’s Mansion.
Xu Yuan ultimately posed the question:
“How did they know Ran Jianli’s position?”
Xu Yinhè was silent for a mont, then softly spoke:
“Your father is not soone who understands all things in the world, but he has two guesses. Firstly, Jiatiange’s deduction of fate calculated Ran Jianli….”
“That’s impossible.”
“Reason.”
“The future is already engulfed in an unpredictable calamity, as was the last ti to deduce my position for an assassination, where they even spent half of the Yantian Art’s scroll.”
“….”
Hearing of the son’s fortuitous encounter for the first ti, Xu Yinhè was a bit surprised, but he did not pursue the matter, essentially acknowledging the reasoning, and instead said:
“In this case, only the second guess remains.”
Speaking thus, Xu Yinhè looked up at the cloudless vast blue sky.
“Your implication is… destiny?”
Xu Yuan asked instinctively, but this answer had surpassed his understanding.
As they conversed, they had already returned to the study courtyard, but did not enter indoors. The father and son sat at the stone table beneath the ginkgo tree in the courtyard.
Xu Yinhè lowered his gaze to his hand, speaking softly:
“Having reached this state for twenty years, both the position I occupy and the experiences faced prevent from risking exploring deeper into this realm, but I know each descent of destiny produces an extrely unique energy chanism wave.”
Xu Yuan’s response was quick:
“You’re saying that Lady Wen also perceived this?”
“Possible.”
“…Is this energy chanism wave extensive?”
“Not small nor vast, roughly half of Jingji.”
“That Lady Wen should be in Jiangnan. This probability should be negligible….”
Halfway through speaking, Xu Yuan abruptly stopped.
He rembered Lady Wen’s bizarre Divine Soul Technique.
Xu Yuan, with a touch of hesitation in his voice: “Her clone… can also perceive this energy chanism?”
Xu Yinhè softly replied: “Ordinary clones should not be able to, though perhaps there’s a Saint cultivation external body hidden in Jingji.”
Xu Yuan asserted: “Such external body technique definitely has distance limitations, otherwise it contravenes the principles of cultivation.”
Xu Yinhè’s voice remained unhurried:
“Changtian, that Lady Wen might well be the future adversary of our Pri Minister’s Mansion against the world, so without evidence, no degree of caution is unwarranted, even considering matters in the worst possible light.”
“Perhaps from the mont your father exchanged blows with Ran Jianli, she was already preparing, successfully thwarting your father’s sche of having Ran Jianli covertly restrain the Hidden Sects.”
“But it might also be sothing unknown to your father that let her learn of Ran Jianli’s movents.
After all,
she has been in and explored this realm for over a thousand years.”
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