Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 82: Chapter 80: Four Great Masters of Kyoto (Seeking Reading Continuation)

Translator: 549690339

Looking at the token in front of me.

It feels like the dead memories in my head have come back.

It’s been a long time, but Zhao Huai still remembered.

Wasn’t this token taken from the corpse while burying it in the backyard exactly the same as this one?

So, this person is also an assassin, and they belong to the same group?

It has been so long since then, and now they come for revenge, assassins shouldn’t act like this.

Thinking of this, Zhao Huai looked at the man in front of him again.

The man had a rugged face with a beard and stood upright, his blood and qi surging, his palms calloused, and spiritual qi flowed into him.

He was a cultivator at the Initiation Realm.

Seeing that Zhao Huai had been staring at the token for a while, the resolute man couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and said, “Do you recognize this token

“I don’t.

Zhao Huai shook his head and then added, “I just feel this token is very unique, with only the character ‘M engraved on it.”

“Hehe.”

The resolute man chuckled lightly, put away the token, glanced at Zhao Huai, and said leisurely:

“With this jade token, one can travel smoothly throughout the Xia Country’s cities, and local officials must follow orders.”

After hearing this, Zhao Huai realized, “Oh, so that’s how it is. If you say, officials, anything I know, I’ll definitely tell you.”

This token turned out to be so powerful, allowing smooth passage and even requiring officials to follow orders. It sounds like an imperial envoy.

Could it be that the assassin back then was sent by the Emperor?

But no, why would the Emperor want to kill his wife? Could it be because of the extermination of her family?

But now, his wife’s family is still fine.

The resolute man said indifferently, “I was ordered to investigate the Raven Sect. I checked the police station’s records and found that sect members appeared in your shop before, so I came to investigate.”

Ever since Emperor Xia issued the decree, the Black Guards had gone out in full force to eradicate the hidden Raven Sect members. Many innocent people were implicated, while the real raven cultists went underground and didn’t reveal themselves.

It wasn’t surprising for someone from the Black Guards to be seen in Jinzhou, where there was a Raven Sub-Bureau.Follow current s on Noᴠelꜰire.nᴇt

Zhao Huai pretended to think for a moment, then shook his head and said, “That morning, I had just gone out to buy a sesame seed cake, and when I came back, I saw someone lying on the ground, but I didn’t see anyone else.”

The resolute man nodded indifferently and then asked, “Isn’t there another person in your family?”

“You mean my wife? She knows nothing about this, she didn’t even wake up that morning.” Zhao Huai knew he was talking about Yu Qinghan, and explained with his hands spread out.

“Husband, the soup is almost ready, what’s going on?”

At this moment, a woman’s voice sounded from inside the house.

Yu Qinghan wiped her hands with a towel and walked out.

But when she saw the resolute man, her eyes became ice-cold. The resolute man was unfazed. He smiled slightly at her.

“He came from the capital city to investigate the cult.”

As Zhao Huai said this, he noticed the change in the expressions of the two, realizing that this matter wasn’t that simple. “Do you know each other?”

Zhao Huai turned his head and asked Yu Qinghan.

“I met him in the capital city.” Yu Qinghan reluctantly smiled, knowing she shouldn’t have acted that way.

The resolute man’s face showed a faint smile, “Let me introduce myself, Black Guard – Yun Long. I had met your wife before.”

Yu Qinghan frowned but didn’t say anything. She naturally knew who this man was and knew the origins of the Black Guards

That’s because she had established the Black Guards in the past.

Originally, the Black Guards were just an intelligence organization, specializing in undercover operations behind enemy lines, stealing military intelligence, and assassinating spies. However, after the unification of the great Xia, the wars ended, and they gradually transformed into an agency under the emperor’s control.

Before the founding of the nation, the Black Guards had already left her hands and were under her father’s control.

After a few years of development, the well-known Four Imperial Guards emerged: Yun Long, Qin Hu, Black Turtle, and Ying Que. They were not only collectively known as the Four Images in Black Cloth, but also the top four skilled fighters in the capital city. As Four Imperial Guards, their primary responsibility was to protect the safety of the Imperial Palace.

This Yun Long was originally a sect disciple and was expelled from the sect for violating its rules. Later, he joined the Black Guards and worked under her.

However, due to his bad character and unclean hands, he was repeatedly punished by her.

They used to be in a superior-subordinate relationship, but times have changed. She has now retired, while Yun Long has continued to rise and sits in one of the top positions in the Black Guards, having even broken through to the Initiation Stage in his cultivation.

The atmosphere in the air was very subtle.

Zhao Huai watched carefully and could tell at a glance that the relationship between the two was more than just a simple acquaintance.

It looked more like they were enemies, and enemies with a history at that. Were they sworn enemies?

He had heard of the reputation of the Black Guards.

Weren’t they the eyes and ears of the Emperor? They supervised the officials and arrested this person and that person.But he felt that this Black Guard seemed more like looking for his wife.

“Leave once the investigation is done.”

Yu Qinghan looked at Yun Long, not having much to say, her attitude very cold.

Standing at the door, the tall figure of Yun Long spoke sincerely: “Miss, your family asked me to pass on a message: visit home more often.”

“It’s all over; there’s nothing worth seeing.” Yu Qinghan said indifferently.

“Yeah, since you’ve driven her away, don’t say those hypocritical words. Let’s talk about something practical. Sending the dowry is the right thing to do.” Zhao Huai stood in the middle, speaking very seriously. Yun Long glanced at Zhao Huai, frowning involuntarily.

“Gurgle, gurgle!”

Suddenly, the bubbling sound of hot soup echoed in the room.

“Oh, the soup’s ready!”

Zhao Huai turned around and exclaimed.

After taking a quick look at the two of them, he shook his head, knowing their conflict wasn’t resolved yet.

“Fine, you two talk.”

He then went inside.

“My Princess, do you really not want to visit home for the Emperor’s sixtieth birthday?” Yun Long’s gaze was very deep.

He was increasingly unable to understand the person in front of him. What did she really want to do?

“No need, I may attend his funeral though.” Yu Qinghan spoke with a deep gaze.

“You!”

Yun Long did not expect her to say such a thing.

Wasn’t this her own father, after all!

“Sigh, what’s the point of marrying such an ordinary man?” Yun Long sighed heavily.

“It’s none of your business.”

Each of Yu Qinghan’s sentences stifled the opponent’s words, her gaze always calm.

Yun Long’s expression became increasingly solemn, saying, “You need to understand. Now, you have nothing to rely on. Your army, your informants, all gone. All you have left is your title as a princess. Apart from that, you are nothing. ”

After hearing this, Yu Qinghan did not get angry. Instead, she sneered, “Oh? So you’ve finally shown your true colors. Are you here to mock me?”

“Unreasonable.”

Yun Long felt helpless. She was immune to both soft and hard approaches, leaving him with no choice.

“The Emperor just wants to see you; it’s that simple. Those are his exact words,”

With a heavy heart, he said one last thing:

“It’s been three years. You need an explanation, and I always remember. I will not dwell on the past, nor will I disturb your current life. Qing’er, your father just wants to see you once.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinghan’s gaze couldn’t help but falter.

Qing’er was her childhood nickname.

When she was a child, and practiced martial arts late into the night, her father would call her by that nickname to console her.

As she grew up, she rarely heard that nickname anymore.

Back then, everything was perfect and carefree, unlike now, with changed people and things.

She shook her head, and when she looked up again,

Yun Long had vanished without a trace.

At this point, Zhao Huai came out of the house with a bowl of steaming chicken soup, placed it on the table, and glanced at the door.

“Madam, has he left?”

“He’s gone.”

Yu Qinghan responded calmly.

Just then, the rain outside stopped. A craftsman appeared, hanging a lantern on the green tree by the street.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai couldn’t help but call out:

“Old Zhang, why are you hanging lanterns when it’s not even New Year’s?” The craftsman called Old Zhang turned around, grinning,

“Didn’t you know the Emperor is having his sixtieth birthday? The government asked us to hang them up for the celebrations!”

“Sixtieth birthday? Celebrating at this time, the Emperor will always be the Emperor.”

Zhao Huai clicked his tongue.