Chapter 366 - Yun Xuanji (1/2)
Translator: StarReader
Editor: Elitecoder
Yun clan, the most secretive clan since the founding of Tianyu.
It was not like the Seven Noble Houses, guarding the borders, but a clan every emperor had relied heavily on. This clan had mastered an amazing and strange skill. In every generation, there would be one person who knew how to read the heavens, a sacred bloodline that could infer the fate of the nation.
This bloodline didn’t offer them power, but allowed them to look into a person’s fate, and the empire’s path, with ultimate precision.
Their eyes saw the world, so to speak. They gleaned fate through signs unperceived by others and presented the emperor with the most accurate conclusion.
This person was called High Priest in every generation, a title the emperor bestowed.
Rumor had it that in the Tianyu Empire’s most dire need, the High Priest was the one to recommend Dugu Zhantian for marshal and Zhuge Changfeng for minister to the emperor. This led to the powerful Four Pillars of today, bringing prosperity to the nation.
The current High Priest was the 7th clan head of the Yun clan, the one they called Demigod Yun Xuanji.
Zhuo Fan mulled it over, “They say Yun Xuanji doesn’t care about mundane affairs, so how come he knows about me?”
“Steward Zhuo, he is an incredible man. Since he has invited you, he must want to convey something of dire importance. You have to go.” Grandmother spoke after seeing the invitation.
Raising an eyebrow, Zhuo Fan eyed her, then the rest, “You guys are quite respectful of Yun Xuanji. Is he that trustworthy?”
“Absolutely. Yun Xuanji is an anomaly in Tianyu. Be it the emperor, Zhuge Changfeng, Dugu Zhantian, or the seven houses, everyone would knock on his door whenever they faced something beyond their understanding. And he answers each time. I once visited sir myself and his words brought light to my eyes.” Long Yifey smiled, recalling the fond memory.
It only worked to get Zhuo Fan more curious, “How is it that the emperor leaves this threat, a mystic whose words shape the nation and even lead the houses, alive?”
Zhuo Fan was clear on one thing. Chaos bred heroes while peace killed mystics.
The world was perfect, peaceful and safe. [But your sudden scrying and spouting of the world falling into chaos, with anyone vying for the throne, will shake the empire to its core, no?]
This led to those mystics raving about some monarch founding a nation to be the first put down after the nation was up and running, to prevent calamity.
No one wanted for others to use their words and steal their throne.
One other reason why Zhuo Fan had such disdain for anything related to heaven, providence and the like. Huangpu Qingtian wouldn’t shut up about it. He laughed in his face of course, labeling him as another duped moron in his mind.
But now, the Yun clan had not only developed this art to perfection, it even had authority. Men, friends and enemies alike, paid social visits for answers to their problems. It was a clear violation to the imperial family, yet the emperor never once snuffed it out but kept it close for a thousand years. This was more than baffling, insane even.
The house lords burst out laughing at his conundrum.
“Ha-ha-ha, Steward Zhuo, what you don’t know is that the Yun clan has never shied away from the straight and narrow. It treats everyone as guests, yet never holds favorites. It never involves itself in court affairs, taking neutral ground and never crossing the line, the only reason the imperial family’s fears were abated. Unlike any other mystic, Yun clan has an ancestral teaching. The walks of life are numerous, heaven ever changing and humanity’s wisdom boundless!” Xie Xiaofeng grinned.
Zhuo Fan pondered, but shook his head in the end, “Isn’t that the same as saying, at the end of it all you have only yourself to rely on?”
“That’s just it! His words guide you on your path. As for succeeding, it all comes down to you. This is what makes the Yun clan incredible.” Long Yifey laughed.
Zhuo Fan’s eye twitched, “Well I think he is a hustler. To juggle so many big shots sure takes skill. I’m looking forward to meeting him. Who knows, I may learn a thing or two on how to use you guys better! “
“He-he-he, even better. If you can learn anything, we’ll be coming to you for guidance, ha-ha-ha…” Everyone burst out laughing.
Zhuo Fan’s hand holding the card shook, but his eyes were focused.
He called Yun clan a mystic, but he was more than clear that for the emperor and Zhuge Changfeng to show utmost respect towards it, it had to be more than that.
[I have to visit them!]
He cupped his hands and took his leave, heading for Parish. It took fifteen minutes to arrive before a huge gate.
‘Parish’ was written above it.
But unlike its glorious name as a third pillar, it looked downright poor.
[The Yun clan is truly honest despite the thousand year long fame.]
Nodding, Zhuo Fan knocked. The heavy gate creaked open and a nine year old kid walked out. Giving Zhuo Fan a once over, he bowed in respect, “May I know who sir is and your purpose?”
“A merchant. I heard of the High Priest’s scrying and wish to consult him.” Zhuo Fan found discretion was the better part of valor so he chose to probe the unknown kid.