059 The Prophet and the Eldest Cousin

The Seer is a talent one is born with, akin to a near-divine existence in this world. It is said that some members of the Mo clan possess the same ability, but aside from the Mo clan, only the second young lady of the Jun family, Jun Qianyue, holds this power.

A carriage made of purple crystal slowly approached, surrounded by several martial arts experts as guards. The special material of the carriage isolated the inside from the outside, making it impossible to sense the abilities of the person within. However, one thing was certain: whoever sat inside possessed formidable strength.

"Little Mumu, what can you see?" Yun Feiyue patted Little Mumu's head.

Little Mumu blinked, his innate ability to see through illusions allowed him to clearly perceive what was happening inside the carriage. His small hand clasped Yun Feiyue's, transmitting what he saw directly to her.

"Mother, can you see it?"

Yun Feiyue saw two girls seated inside the carriage. One was Jun Shaomo, and the other was a seven or eight-year-old girl, her long purple hair spilling across Jun Shaomo's lap as if she were asleep.

Her delicate face, tiny mouth and nose, and long lashes made her look like a porcelain doll—utterly adorable.

In the instant Yun Feiyue peered into the carriage, she felt a surge of power rush toward her and immediately forced her eyes shut. The purple-eyed girl gazed at Yun Feiyue, and a force compelled Yun Feiyue to close her eyes.

"Yue'er, are you alright?" Yun Hai hurriedly, despite his poisoned condition, supported Yun Feiyue. "What did you see?"

Yun Feiyue slowly opened her eyes and smiled. "It's nothing. I saw the girl. Her mental strength is extraordinary... No wonder she's capable of foretelling the fate of the world."

Luo Yunhuang smiled faintly. "So what? No matter how powerful she is, if she crosses us, we can always poison her."

Yun Hai quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, our Yunhuang is the most formidable. No matter who it is, she can deal with them. Now, not just a little girl—even an elephant could be poisoned."

Luo Yunhuang had intended to nod in agreement, but the words sounded rather odd. She glanced at Yun Hai with dissatisfaction, yet found nothing to refute, so she simply nodded, accepting it.

The Jun family passed by the Yun mansion and proceeded to the Southern Kingdom's residence. Throughout, the second young lady of the Jun family remained under protection—even when exiting the carriage, several people shielded her so that outsiders couldn't catch a glimpse of what was happening inside.

"Does the Jun family really need to go this far?" Yun Hai snorted disdainfully.

Luo Yunhuang and Little Mumu nodded in agreement. Yun Feiyue took a sip of tea, her voice calm. "I've heard the Jun family's patriarch is obsessed with his daughters. I think this is a mild case—there's still hope. If it were a terminal stage, he'd probably never leave his daughter's side, constantly fussing over her."

Just then, a man descended astride a white crane. His deep blue and white long robe billowed in the wind, and behind him followed a boy of thirteen or fourteen, carrying the same innate aura of Daoist bone.

Their arrival brought an unusual harmony to the scene...

"Murong family!" someone in the crowd shouted in admiration.

The Murong family was one of the few Daoist sects, cultivating the immortal path rather than martial arts. Amid the boisterous martial practitioners, they appeared far more ethereal.

This ethereality was not affected but a pride that radiated from their very bones, looking down on all beings.

He rode the crane, circling above the abyss, finally approaching the Yun mansion.

"The Murong family has arrived. Looks like we don’t stand a chance. Ah!" someone sighed.

Among the voices of worship, a conspicuous female voice called out, "Hey, big cousin, you’re here!"

"......"

"Screech—"

All eyes turned to the one who called out to the big cousin. The man on the crane frowned, turning to look at the cousin he hadn’t seen in years.

His cousin—Yun Feiyue, dressed in red, sat sideways by the window, holding a teacup in one hand and propping her head with the other. Her lazy, carefree demeanor was a far cry from how she used to be.

Back then, his cousin was a cultivation fanatic, dedicating nearly all her time to training. When had she ever been so relaxed?

He slowly turned his head, pretending not to see Yun Feiyue or hear her call him big cousin. To be called big cousin, given his status, felt like an immediate downgrade.

The boy behind him, however, had no such qualms. He hopped and waved at Yun Feiyue. "Cousin, you’re really still alive!"

"Yes, little cousin, come over and chat with me for a bit..."

"......"

And so, under the eager gazes of the crowd, the white crane flew straight into Yun Feiyue’s window. Fortunately, Yun Feiyue dodged quickly, or she’d have surely been pushed off the sill by this damned crane—ruining her handsome pose.

"Cousin, I missed you so much. Last time when aunt returned to the Murong family, I wanted to follow her, but grandpa made me attend the Martial Ranking with my brother instead… Still, it’s good to be here. I heard aunt blew up grandpa’s divine beast, so if I didn’t come, this crane would probably have suffered the same fate," Murong Shengqing, the little cousin, told Yun Feiyue, his face full of sorrow.

Murong Shengqing and Murong Fenghua’s father was the real brother of Yun Feiyue’s mother, Murong Gui Ji—so they were blood relatives, though seldom in contact.

He still hadn’t figured out why his mother had blown up his grandfather’s divine beast, but it certainly sounded impressive.

Yun Feiyue glanced at the white crane that had nearly knocked her from the window, shaking her head. "Mother’s cleanup was really lacking. This crane should have been blown up along with the beast."

The crane turned its head and glared at Yun Feiyue. Yes, it definitely glared. So...

"Hey, can this creature understand human speech?" Yun Feiyue wondered aloud, her face full of curiosity.