Sovereign of the Three Realms - Chapter 1947

Chapter 1947: 1947

“Ah, never mind . We agreed to ten, but I’ve spent most of my life’s skill on eight . Your name is Jiang Chen, hmm?” Browncloak sounded tired and dejected, but there was a rare note of admiration there as well .

“So we’re done fighting?” Jiang Chen chuckled .

“Yes . ” Browncloak was still rather upset . “What do you want to know about?”

He was thankful that they hadn’t put their lives on the line . Divulging his origins was much easier to accomplish than giving up his life .

Laughing, Jiang Chen turned to the three other cloaked individuals . “You have no objections either, I trust?”

“I’m number one among them . What I say, goes,” browncloak stated coolly .

“Alright, then . Tell me where you’re from and the reason for your brutality towards House Yan . If you don’t have sufficient reason for committing all of this bloodshed, you will be held accountable for your crimes . ”

“Hold us accountable?” the browncloak harrumphed . “That’s easy enough . If you have the strength to, feel free to kill us . Alas, I daresay even the forefather of your sacred land wouldn’t have the courage to do so . No expert would want to anger our master . ”

“Is that supposed to count as an answer?” Jiang Chen shot back icily .

The man in the brown cloak chuckled . “Our original identities aren’t important anymore . Lost to history, as it were . I suppose you can call us the Four Experts of Nature now . I am First Wind . ”

First Wind?

That was definitely a nickname rather than a real name .

Jiang Chen frowned . “Why are you fobbing me off with this?”

“Not at all,” the browncloak shook his head . “We are only known by one identity now: servants of the master . I am First Wind, this is Second Flower, Third Snow, and Fourth Moon . ”

“Who is your master? What enmity do you have with House Yan?” This was what Jiang Chen wanted to know the most .

First Wind sneered . “Are you sure you want to know? Then I’ll tell you . The master never intended to hide all this for long . The truth has to be revealed someday . ”

Jiang Chen quietly waited for the forthcoming information . Yan Wanjun and the others sobered up; they were more anxious for the answer than he .

“Well, then?” the young man declared with some impassivity .

“The master’s surname is An . ” When First Wind mentioned his master, there was an unmistakable worship in his voice . Whoever this mysterious master was, the browncloak was wholly devoted to him .

“So what? What hero or sage bears that surname?” Jiang Chen asked with some confusion .

First Wind snickered coldly . His gaze shot to Yan Wanjun . “You’ve become senile in your old age, old man . Or perhaps you are just as cold-blooded as your kinsman . There was no value lost in their deaths . ”

Yan Wanjun was enraged . “Bullshit! What does this have to do with House Yan?”

“What does that have to do with House Yan?” First Wind laughed long and harsh . “Your heart really is as hard as stone . Did your son not tell you that your daughter-in-law’s surname is An as well?”

As soon as this was said, Yan Wanjun convulsed . It was as if he’d been paralyzed by some mysterious force . He was frozen to his spot .

Huang’er also seemed to have realized something . Her body shook, and deep care radiated from her clear eyes . Hearing this instantly complicated her emotions . It was the first time she’d heard anything substantial about her mother .

If the master of these four cloaks shared her surname, did that mean…?

The answer was easy enough to guess now . Jiang Chen had already come up with several possibilities .

First Wind’s tone was even as he continued . “At seventy-two years of age, our master already exerted virtual supremacy in Myriad Abyss . He was one of the best geniuses among all wandering cultivators . Alas, his great talent drew the envy of others .  

“An expert of some sacred land threw him into the Boundless Prison in a fit of anger . Because he was locked away, he didn’t know that the woman he loved ended up bearing him a daughter . Not long after, she died of grief and sorrow . That babe inherited her father’s martial dao talent as well as a token designating her heritage . When she grew up, she met your House Yan’s Yan Qianfan…”

Yan Qianfan was Yan Wanjun’s younger son . In other words, he was Huang’er’s father .

The truth was finally out .

The muscles on Yan Wanjun’s wrinkled face spasmed . The hatred in his heart began to crumble . He finally understood why he had not been killed on his previous excursions here .

These people were more than capable of slaying him, and certainly willing enough . However, his ambiguous status as Yan Qianfan’s father meant that he and their master were related by the marriage of their children .

The old man’s animosity slowly turned to chagrin . He remembered when his son, Yan Qianfan, had brought back his pretty, rather independent dao partner .

The entirety of House Yan had exploded at the time . No one had wanted to listen to Yan Qianfan’s explanation, nor had they wanted to know what kind of woman he’d chosen to marry .

Instead, they panicked when they thought of House Xiahou . Yan Qianfan’s dao partner meant breaking his betrothal to a daughter of that house .

His original betrothed cast the Hundred Generations Curse on the then pregnant Lady An, and the unlucky couple was thrown into the Boundless Prison as soon as Huang’er was born .

Yan Wanjun had used every ounce of his strength and influence to preserve Huang’er, but not without agreeing to House Xiahou’s shameful terms . He also failed to protect even his son, not to mention his daughter-in-law .

These memories of the past washed away his ire . The master of these four cloaks was his son’s father-in-law . Considering his daughter’s suffering, why would he not take revenge when he finally could?

Yan Wanjun would do the very same .

Jiang Chen found it difficult to say anything as well . Sometimes, it was hard to sort out who the righteous party was when it came to karma .

If the master of these four cloaked men was Huang’er’s maternal grandfather, it was perfectly justified for him to seek justice for his daughter .

In the same way, it was understandable for Yan Wanjun and Yan Qingsang to fight back in the name of vengeance .

It was difficult to find a conclusion to any cycle of bloodshed .

“You said you wanted revenge, Yan Wanjun, but I don’t understand who you want revenge from . Why didn’t you say anything when your son underwent such anguish? What about your daughter-in-law and your granddaughter?” First Wind was as derisive as could be . “If my master didn’t refrain for his daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter’s sake, death would be your just desserts as well!”