Chapter 1555: The Book That Knows Fate

Ye Qing: “...”

Ah shit, here we go again.

This time, the Annon Sutrea came up with a neither smooth nor uneven poem song that wasn’t a song poem. Like just what the hell was it talking about? Burial, coffin, Yellow Spring, rebirth? It almost sounded like it was celebrating Meng Feixue’s death prematurely or something!

“Ahem... this is an accident. I’ll ask again. I’m sure it won’t disappoint you this time,” Ye Qing tried to explain himself while rubbing his nose in embarrassment.

“This vellum paper can answer your questions, right?” Feng Qingyou asked while staring at the Annon Sutra.

“That’s correct,” Ye Qing said honestly. “Its name is the Annon Sutra, and it can answer some of my questions as long as I provide it with blood. However, it can only answer certain specific questions with clear answers. It sometimes does not work if the question is too broad, or if it relates to a powerful warrior or terrible secret.”

Feng Qingyou cracked a smile. “In that case, I think that the Annon Sutra has already answered our question.”

“It did?” Ye Qing looked surprised. “You mean this weird ass poem that’s not a poem; a song that’s not a song?”

“This is a funeral song. It’s also called an elegy or a filial song. As the name implies, it is a song that is sung during a funeral.” Feng Qingyou replied, “It’s a folk custom in certain places. Chu to be exact.”

“In other words, Miss Meng is in Chu right now.” Ye Qing frowned. “But Chu is a massive place. Where can we find her?”

“I’m not finished.” Feng Qingyou shook her head. “There’s another legend regarding this funeral song. Legend has it that the founder of Chu, Chu Ziying, was born in a poor family. His father died an early death, so his mother has to raise him all by herself. Because of this, she overworked herself and eventually died of an illness when Chu Ziying was thirteen. So, Chu Ziying composed this funeral song to mourn his mother.”

“After that, the funeral song became popular in Chu and was adopted in many places. It eventually became part of Chu’s burial customs.”

Ye Qing replied after thinking for a moment, “So, you’re saying that Miss Meng’s disappearance has something to do with the Emperor of Chu? She’s in the imperial capital right now?”

Feng Qingyou nodded. “I believe so.”

“That’s not good.” Ye Qing frowned deeply. If Meng Feixue really had been captured by Emperor Jing Run as per Feng Qingyou suspected, then saving her was going to be a very difficult task.

“Oh! Does this mean that the mysterious woman is connected to Emperor Jing Run as well?”

More accurately, the mastermind plotting to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of lives of Nanjiang was probably Emperor Jing Run.

“But why is he doing this?” He could understand if the reason Emperor Jing Run captured Meng Feixue was to take control of the Nanjiang Royal Court, but no, his plan was to sacrifice its hundreds of thousands of citizens. He was missing something here.

Feng Qingyou also shook her head. “I don’t know, but he can only be plotting something major.”

“As long as we capture that mysterious woman and figure out what that sacrificial altar is for, we should be able to decipher his true intentions.”

“I can ask the Annon Sutra again!” Ye Qing replied before asking the vellum a question, “What is Emperor Jing Run plotting by building the sacrificial altar?”

He spat a mouthful of blood on the vellum, but this time, it did not absorb his blood. It allowed the blood to trickle past its surface and down the table.

Ye Qing frowned and asked another question, “What is the sacrificial altar in the Nanjiang Royal Court for?”

Ye Qing spat out another mouthful of blood.

Still, the Annon Sutra did not absorb his blood.

In other words, it was ignoring him.

Ye Qing rubbed his nose. This was getting embarrassing.

“Emperor Jing Run is a man of great fate and a top-tier champion. The Annon Sutra may not be able to answer questions that are related to him.” Feng Qingyou resolved his embarrassment for him before asking curiously, “Do you know where this Annon Sutra came from?”

Ye Qing shook his head. “No. My parents purchased it from a wandering Taoist. According to the Taoist, it was made using the skin of a powerful Stranger and possessed unknown power. However, it was a perfectly ordinary piece of vellum in my parents’ hands. I too discovered its secrets and abilities by accident.”

“Of course, I had tried to look into the wandering Taoist and the Annon Sutra’s origins in secret. I found nothing.”

Feng Qingyou pondered for a moment before asking, “Have you heard of the Fate Knowing Book?”

Ye Qing shook his head.

“You must have heard of the Fate Knowing Palace at least!” Feng Qingyou said. “The Fate Knowing Book is their ultimate treasure.”

Ye Qing knew about the Fate Knowing Palace, of course. One of the Five Profound Sects and located in Yan, the Fate Knowing Palace was famous for their attainment in divination, fortune telling and the like. They were said to be capable of gleaning anyone’s life and death, fortune and misfortune be it in the present or the past.

The disciples of the Fate Knowing Palace were not known for their combat capabilities or outgoingness. They rarely showed their face in the

jianghu

either. However, no one dared to underestimate them because it had a long legacy, and it had warned the world multiple times of impending tribulations that threatened them all. Their efforts had saved many lives that would have perished. That was how they garnered the respect of everyone in the world.

In fact, they were the ones who predicted the incoming age of chaos. Sixty years ago, the Fate Knowing Palace declared that the world would change, the demons would dance, and a great tribulation would befall them all sixty years later.

In fact, they were exactly right.

“What does this Fate Knowing Book have to do with the Annon Sutra?” Ye Qing asked curiously.

“I can’t say.” Feng Qingyou did not give him a definite answer. “Legend has it that the Fate Knowing Book of the Fate Knowing Palace could learn everything there is to learn in the world, and find out the fates of all living beings. They could even defy the heavens and change one’s fate in one word. Powerful and mysterious, I think is somewhat similar to your Annon Sutra.”

“Hmm?” Ye Qing raised his eyebrows. It sounded like the Fate Knowing Book was the enhanced version of the Annon Sutra.

“Was the Annon Sutra created based on the Fate Knowing Book?”

Ye Qing picked up the piece of vellum and said subconsciously.

As soon as he finished, the Annon Sutra flashed red and formed a single bloody word, “Spit.”

“Tch... you’re quite the fiery one, aren’t you?” Ye Qing felt like shaking his head. “Tell me yourself then. Where do you come from?”

This time though, the Annon Sutra did not answer his question[1].

“Playing dead again, are we?” This time, Ye Qing did shake his head.

Feng Qingyou shot the Annon Sutra a curious look before saying smilingly, “It’s hard to say if a definite connection exists between the two items right now. In the future, if you have the time, you can pay the Fate Knowing Palace a visit and find out the truth yourself.”

Ye Qing rubbed his nose and let out a bitter chuckle. “I would love to, but I doubt that they’ll be willing to see me!”

He might be a Sage right now, but the Fate Knowing Palace was a mysterious, powerful, and ancient sect. It was very possible that they wouldn’t accept his request to visit.

And even if they did, he didn’t know where the Fate Knowing Palace was.

1. SPIT YOUR BLOOD ON IT BRAH ☜