CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 250: BLOOD CALAMITY

Those who appear in the Heavenly Destiny Mirror are naturally not ordinary individuals; they are certainly ones capable of changing the tide of the world.

When Chang Siming saw the situation in the mirror, his expression changed slightly.

Great Zhou’s Wuqu Star, the cornerstone of Great Zhou’s nation, Martial Saint General Yun Bahe faces a blood-coloured disaster. Should he fall, should he die, then the fate of Great Zhou...

He immediately calculated Yun Bahe’s life pattern and deduced a death hexagram.

What’s more startling for him is that this death hexagram is not only extremely ominous but also due to the implications of someone close to him.

Chang Siming immediately wrote a letter to Xia Wenxu.

When Xia Wenxu opened the letter, it read: "Great Zhou’s Martial Saint faces doom; Heavenly Destiny cannot be defied, pay close attention to Great Zhou’s trajectory."

Xia Wenxu slowly closed the letter, fell silent, and stood in the courtyard’s central pavilion, hands behind his back in deep thought.

Yu Ji and Yu Mo, having followed Xia Wenxu for many years, knew his habits well.

Seeing him in such a state, they could tell he was troubled by something and, very cleverly, withdrew.

The sky gradually darkened, leaving the entire courtyard wrapped in silence.

Xia Wenxu frowned, raising his head to gaze at the sparkling stars in the night sky.

In his eyes, a reflection of the starry expanse.

Hardly anyone knew that by merely observing the Heavenly Phenomenon, one could discern the fortunes of the continent.

In a corner of the starry sky, a star’s light was gradually dimming. This star, located in the northeast part of the sky, corresponded to Great Zhou City.

In silence, Xia Wenxu couldn’t help but think of Yun Sheng’s face, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Heavenly Destiny cannot be defied; Yun Bahe’s death is Heaven’s will.

Just as Xia Wenxu was about to return to his room to write to Chang Siming, his pupils suddenly contracted; a comet streaked across the sky, instantly illuminating the darkness.

"Could this be..." Xia Wenxu couldn’t help but grip the letter in his hand tightly.

As the comet shot across the sky, the previously dim star shone brighter, as if lightened by a few degrees.

Could it be a coincidence, or... is there a variable at play?

Xia Wenxu dismissed the idea of writing the letter, deciding that in the coming days he would find a suitable opportunity to visit the General Mansion.

And an opportune moment arose very quickly, for Yun Bahe’s birthday was approaching soon.

Medicine Emperor Pavilion kept its word; Grandmaster Wen lifted the embargo on medicinal herb supplies to Little Ci’en Hall just a few days later, and Yun Sheng also temporarily called off the Beast Ant attacks.

Her Magic Medicine Store continued to operate as usual, everything going smoothly, except the only regret was that there were still no leads about Xian Yu’s death and the pursuit of the red-robed man.

On this day, Yun Sheng was busy in the clinic when someone she very much did not expect showed up.

"Uncle Yun?" Yun Sheng didn’t expect it would be Uncle Yun looking for her.

She had met Uncle Yun a few times and knew that he was the Yun Residence’s old servant; he was also General Yun’s former child attendant, having watched the three Yun siblings grow up together.

He was a very kind old man, but Yun Sheng had been told by Yun Canglang not to underestimate Uncle Yun, for he too was a skilled Martial Artist. His cultivation was on par with notable Marquises, and most of the guards in the Yun Residence were no match for him.

It was said that his martial skills were honed by practicing with Yun Bahe years ago.

"Young Miss," Uncle Yun had actually been waiting nearby for a while and seeing Yun Sheng busy, he did not dare disturb her, only approaching to salute when she noticed him.

"Uncle Yun, you shouldn’t call me Little Miss," Yun Sheng felt quite indifferent about titles such as Miss or Young Master.

Besides, she didn’t want to be lumped together with the likes of Tang Yu.

"Little Miss, don’t be cross with the Old Master, he’s always had you on his mind," Uncle Yun said, feeling a wave of sadness.

After Tang Yu was exiled, although Yun Residence has become quite a lot quieter, it has also become much colder.

Yun Canglang has been busy with the affairs of the Hunting Corps and seldom visits the residence. In an effort to liven up the place, the Third Miss has been busy organizing a grand birthday celebration for Yun Bahe.

This year, Yun Bahe turns sixty. He’s been noncommittal about the birthday banquet.

But privately, he’s delighted. He’s also subtly asked Uncle Yun about the affairs of Little Ci’en Hall several times.

The covert rivalry between Medicine Emperor Pavilion and Little Ci’en Hall is not widely known in Yujing City, but Yun Bahe somehow knows a bit about it.

He publicly says Yun Sheng is arrogant and ignorant, yet privately, he’s quite proud.

That is his granddaughter after all, someone from Yun Family who strives to be the best. This time, having put even Grandmaster Wen at a disadvantage, Yun Bahe feels very proud.

Uncle Yun certainly knew the Old Master’s temperament. He had snuck over without informing Yun Bahe, handing Yun Sheng an invitation to the birthday banquet, "Little Miss, it will be the Old General’s sixtieth birthday in a few days."

After Uncle Yun finished speaking, he looked at Yun Sheng with a face full of expectation.

How could Yun Sheng not understand his implication? Her stance on Yun Residence has always been clear; she doesn’t consider herself a part of Yun Family.

As long as the Old General won’t acknowledge her mother’s status, she will not call him grandfather and has no intention of going to Yun Residence.

"I will prepare a birthday gift," Yun Sheng said ambiguously, not clarifying whether she would go in person, and then tried to dismiss Uncle Yun.

"Little Miss, actually, regarding the events of the past... it wasn’t entirely the Old General’s fault," Uncle Yun still wanted to explain something.

Just then, a patient came for a consultation, and taking the opportunity, Yun Sheng used it as an excuse to send Uncle Yun away.

Leaving the clinic, Uncle Yun looked back at Yun Sheng seeing her kindly inquiring after the patient’s condition.

Yun Sheng was nearly nine years old by now, growing more beautiful by the day, especially her eyes, which were particularly striking.

Watching from the side, Uncle Yun thought to himself: "Little Miss looks so much like her mother. Even the way she speaks bears a striking resemblance; it’s just unfortunate that the status of the Young Madam..."

Lost in thought, Uncle Yun headed back to the General Mansion.

As soon as he returned, he heard from the servants that Yun Bahe had just been looking all over for him, saying he was searching for someone to practice martial arts with.

Uncle Yun couldn’t help but frown.

The Old Master wanted to practice martial arts again. Within the entire Yun Residence, there are not many who could stand a few moves against Yun Bahe. Because Uncle Yun was a dual scholar and martial arts child-prodigy of his contemporaries, he was always the first choice for Yun Bahe’s martial arts practice.

However, recently, Uncle Yun wasn’t too willing to practice with Yun Bahe.

The reason being no other than Uncle Yun feeling that the Old Master’s skills seem to have declined.

Especially since the last time he was treated by the Little Miss, he would occasionally mutter to himself, wondering if he had gotten old.

The word "old" was something that Yun Bahe usually avoided.

Yet, despite abstaining from alcohol and drinking the nutritious soups brewed by the Third Miss every day, the Old Master’s health seemed to have worsened.

This was naturally not something Uncle Yun would discuss with Yun Bahe, as he knew the Old Master might just joke about it himself. Still, if others were to really say he had gotten old, he’d likely fly into a rage.

"Yun Song, where on earth have you been? I was just looking for someone to practice martial arts with," as he pondered, Yun Bahe called out with a deep, bell-like voice and strode towards him.