Chapter 49 The So-called Fate
[At the age of 13, you are still immersed in the practice of swordsmanship. Even Yao Guang has to admit Jing Tian’s vision. It is a blessing for Yu Que to use this talent on Yunqi.]
[No one dares to underestimate your lifespan as a short-lived species anymore. It only took you 13 years to reach the peak of most long-lived species.]
"An Ming."
"Cloud Cavalry Guards."
Yao Guang personally handed a light blue jade omen to An Ming, which symbolized recognition of his strength.
An Ming took the jade omen with both hands, "Thank you, General."
"No need to be so respectful." Yao Guang looked at An Ming with increasing satisfaction. He believed that from today on, a new legend would appear in Yuque, a legend named An Ming.
The youngest Cloud Cavalry Guard.
Swordsmanship genius.
Disciple of Taibu.
An Ming, who is surrounded by countless halos, has not changed much. He still repeats the same sword practice every day, but he still looks forward to the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Recently, the friction between the alliance and the Fengrao people has been increasing, and the frequency of small-scale battles has become shorter and shorter. Almost all of Yuque's fortune-tellers have been involved in the divination of this battle.
If we could find the traces of fate from the confusing hexagrams, then everything would be rewritten.
Finding the path with the least loss from countless wrong futures is the meaning of the fortune teller's existence.
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"After asking for divination, the light of the ten directions reflects the Dharma Realm and interprets the hexagram."
"I am sure..."
"My fate will be determined by you."
Fu Xuan will never forget that day when her master, who was always smiling, calmly announced her fate - and the reason why she was accepted as a disciple.
Just because of this so-called "fate".
Divination cannot be wrong, and so is fate.
Jingtian looked at the sky, smiled and said: "The road of destiny..."
There is only one.
There has never been a second one.
Fu Xuan suddenly woke up from his dream, holding his chest and gasping for breath, with cold sweat all over his forehead.
That day was like a nightmare that would never go away, just like the fate that had followed her since she was born and had never left.
"This child will become the future Grand Master of Yuque!"
"Xuan'er, you have the blessing of God."
"You will... kill me yourself."
Fu Xuan covered her head and groaned in pain. No... No! That was not the fate she wanted!
Who can...
Who can——
Save her.
"elder sister!"
The door of the room was kicked open, and under the cold sword, Fu Xuan saw An Ming, whom he had never seen before.
The young man's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. The icy sword aura seemed to freeze the room. Even the temperature of the air suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, making people shiver uncontrollably.
The peach blossoms outside the house were washed away by the cold until they withered.
"Put down your sword first..." Fu Xuan lifted the thin blanket upwards. Her whole body was trembling from the cold. It was the first time she saw An Ming with such a murderous look in his eyes.
"It was just a nightmare."
"ah...?"
An Ming blinked his eyes and couldn't help laughing, "Senior Sister, I didn't expect you to have this side."
A faint blush appeared on Fu Xuan's cheeks. She turned her head and snorted, "It's all your fault. It seems I won't be able to sleep tonight." She reached out and pulled the small table by the window in front of her, and patted the seat opposite her.
"Junior brother."
"Want to hear a story?"
Under the lit candlelight, Fu Xuan made up her mind to tell An Ming everything that had happened between her and Jingtian.
——The story about destiny and the future.
[At the age of 14, all the fortune tellers of Yuque were devoted to assisting the operation of the Ten Directions Light Reflection Dharma Realm. As the Grand Fortune Teller of Yuque, Jingtian put all his efforts into it, just to seek a corner of the future.]
[If the divination is successful, it can reduce the loss of tens of thousands or even more lives. This is the meaning of the existence of the fortune teller.]
[As a Cloud Rider, you should have been sent to the frontline battlefield, but Yaoguang insisted on keeping you in Yuque without explaining the reason. Military orders are as strong as mountains, so you can only stay behind and keep an eye on changes in the battle situation.]
"Master, what kind of future do you see from the ten-direction light-reflecting Dharma Realm?"
An Ming couldn't suppress his anxiety, so he found Jingtian and asked him the question that had been bothering him for a long time. He really couldn't stand the fortune teller's usual riddle-telling style.
Jingtian waved the magic fan that he never let go of, patted An Ming's head with a smile, and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at An Ming, who had now grown into a young man.
"Disciple."
"Your senior sister always said that I regarded fate as the only thing, but she didn't know that I also defied fate."
"...?!"
An Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes. The master who never doubted the fate actually went against fate?
Jingtian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at An Ming, and once again saw the hot golden blood through his body. The blessing of abundance always accompanied An Ming, but never showed any abnormality.
An Ming is still an ordinary person, a short-lived species with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years.
How could the pharmacist's blessing be without any effect?
"My encounter with you stems from your blood."
Jingtian smiled and slowly recounted the whole story of his encounter with An Ming: "That day, with the help of the Ten Directions Light Reflecting the Dharma Realm, we were able to observe the distant future, and Yuque would encounter a catastrophe."
"That was a future without any hope, but in the darkness I saw you... a child with abundant blood."
"You will cut off the Jade Palace with your own hands."
"?!"
An Ming took a few steps back in shock. Only at this moment did he truly understand Fu Xuan's feelings. What Jingtian said was definitely not a joke, and as Yuque's chief fortune teller, he would not make such a joke.
"I wanted to end this fate with my own hands that day...but I didn't expect to be involved in it anyway," Jingtian released his hand from An Ming's head.
"Xuan'er is right. If it were you, you could cut off your fate."
Jingtian walked to the window and looked at the sky, muttering, "This is not what Taibu said, but as a master, I hope to see that day."
An Ming took out the wooden sword, and the hesitation in his eyes slowly dissipated, turning into determination.
"Master, as long as I have a sword in my hand, I can do anything!"
"Some things cannot be restored even by a sword," Jingtian said with emotion as he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. He choked a few times due to the heat, and An Ming couldn't help laughing again.
Under the peach tree outside the window, Fu Xuan's graceful figure appeared as expected. She looked at the two people in the room and blinked strangely.
Seeing this, An Ming put his sword on the table, pushed open the door and went to meet him.
"Sister Xuan'er, you came so early this year!"
"Then later next time?"
"don't want..."
Jingtian looked at the two people in the courtyard, then looked at the wooden sword on the table, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
An Ming is the deepest darkness in that future, but also the final darkness.
After the Darkness——
It is dawn.