Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Yan Duyi slowly approached with what he called his patriarch smile. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was approachable, and those who knew him could tell by his smile that he was in business mode. "Come test your luck," Wang Wei said.

Yan Duyi was perplexed by this strange request, but he still followed. He threw the rod into the pool, and a few seconds later, he detected something and pulled.

"A Samsara Talisman that can temper the mind — it seems fate is telling you something," Wang Wei commented.

"Is the young master dissatisfied with my actions?" Yan Duyi asked.

"Not particularly; it also helped you not break the rules," Wang Wei said casually. Yan Duyi used his patriarch's supreme power to make the decision, and the rules stated that no one could override that power, even the sect master. He also paid many sect merit points to guarantee his lineage's spot.

"Do you think I shouldn't have done it?" Yan Duyi said.

"Why are you here?" Wang Wei asked instead of answering.

"I came to thank you for preserving the rules."

"Don't beat around the bush and say what you truly mean."

Yan Duyi was briefly quiet: "I heard you were wise and wanted your council."

"Oh? What's on your mind?" Wang Wei did not care whether Yan Duyi was telling the truth or whether he was here to test him. However, he did not mind playing these political games to ensure his power within the sect.

"I know what I did was correct, but everyone else is saying or insinuating that I did something wrong, and I cannot understand why," Yan Duyi explained.

"You do understand why — you just don't want to admit it."

"What do you mean?"

Wang Wei put the rubbish catch inside his space ring before continuing: "Let me ask you: do you think Ancestor Yan Hai wishes to turn the Yan Clan into a Sword Clan?"

"...It has been her dream for many years. We have many records of her saying she wants to do so, not only for herself but to show off to the Sword Path League. Unfortunately, fate seems to have denied her wish."

"True," Wang Wei nodded. Instead of inheriting the Yan Clan's swordsmanship talent, the Yan Clan — at least the branch in the upper dimension — have inherited Miscelleanous's talent for professions. After seeing Yan Clan's development, Wang Wei now understood that Yan Liling was not an anomaly, just a manifestation of the upper dimension Yan Clan's talent.

"But do you think that will remain the same forever?" Wang Wei asked.

"What do you mean?" Yan Duyi questioned with a frown.

"The Human Fiendgod Bloodline has opened a crevice on whatever blockade fate has placed on the ancestor's dream," Wang Wei explained calmly. "Although she chose [Origin] as the core of the bloodline to ensure the other branches have endless possibilities, the Human Fiendgod Bloodline will exponentially increase the number of people with swordsmanship talent.

"Once that is established, it is only a matter of time before the Sword Branch becomes the Yan Clan's main branch. You're fighting a losing battle, and you know it."

Wang Wei glanced at him and saw the unwilling look on his face, and secretly shook his head. The Human Fiendgod Bloodline is only the first part of this process. Once Yan Hai becomes a Half-Step Transcendent, it's a foregone conclusion that the Yan Clan will become a Sword Dao Clan.

"Think it's unfair?" Wang Wei asked.

"I wouldn't say such naive words," Yan Duyi replied.

"Then, you're wiser than I gave you credit for," Wang Wei nodded.

"Thank you for your guidance, but I won't stay long." Yan Duyi bowed politely and swiftly left. He had many things to think about. Wang Wei did not stop him as he knew another guest would appear soon. As expected, an elderly man with gray hair, a long white beard, pure black robes, a sword tattoo above his left eye, and a force and sharp aura soon arrived.

"You're Yan Chi, right? Come and see if your luck is better than your patriarch."

Yan Chi was a quiet man, so he followed Wang Wei's instructions without much of a word. "A bag of glittering metal sand? If I remember correctly, this is a great material to use for your Proving Dao Artifact when it's transforming into a Paragon Artifact — it seems you're a lucky individual."

"Primal Seed, I need to know what kind of mission our branch's Qilin Son will face if he accepts your proposal?"

"There are too many people participating in this trial, many of whom are our enemies," Wang Wei replied truthfully. "Although I'm confident the Paragon Tribulation will root out most of them, I can't leave it to chance regarding certain targets. That's where your Qilin Son comes in." Yan Chi contemplated the pros and cons of accepting this mission.

"Are you aware of all the protective measures Yu Cai will provide him?"

"Yes."

"Then, why are you hesitating?"

"Yan Jie is a Peak Seed that we spent a great deal of effort cultivating; we can't send in a suicide mission."

Wang Wei looked at him: "Are you sure you're cultivating a future Peak Paragon?"

"What are you insinuating?"

"How many true life and death battles has Yan Jie experienced? I'm not talking about trials that guarantee his rescue once he's truly in danger. I'm talking about a true battle with no safety net and one wrong move, and he's dead."

Yan Chi had no rebuttal. The Dao Opening Sect closed its mountain throughout this entire Seven Moon Era, meaning its talented disciples only trained with trials perfectly curated inside the sect. Additionally, these disciples were cuddled more due to the era's political climate since the sect could not afford to lose many geniuses.

So, although he did not want to admit it, Wang Wei was correct — Yan Jie was only a false Peak Seed without having experienced true life and death battles with no safety net.

"I know what to do," Yan Chi said. He realized Yan Jie needed to partake in this trial and do an excellent job with the Primal Seed's task, and this is not just for his future but also to prevent Yan Duyi from attacking his Peak Status because of his lack of experience. Yan Chi has already seen the lengths that Yan Duyi is willing to go to preserve the main branch, so he won't give the latter any more ammunition to suppress their Sword Branch.

Wang Wei calmly watched Yan Chi leave. "Besides my future wife faction with only one voice and the Qin Court, the Dao Opening Sect is considered one of the most united factions of all the Overlords. If that's considered united, how complex is the political situation in those other factions? Especially the Grand Sect Alliance — its structure is so bloated that I'm baffled how they haven't imploded from the inside yet."

Wang Wei shook his head, deciding not to focus too much on that. He took a break from fishing and helped with building the garden. Once the construction finished, he enjoyed his peaceful life in this marvelous garden until his next guest arrived.

"Your garden is more beautiful than it used to be," said an ethereal voice.

"Who is this if it isn't the lovely and angelic Shi Qian," Wang Wei smiled. "It's been a while. How are your parents?"

"They're doing well, showing a little too much affection for my liking, but overall, they are happier than before," Shi Qian replied. Wang Wei did not invite her to fish but to a small pavilion in the garden where he served tea.

"I didn't think I would see you," Wang Wei said. The Light Race is doing alright for itself as their clan had a few Paragons, but they were nothing extraordinary and cannot be considered peak lineages. Once they hear the news, they might send a candidate, but Wang Wei did not think it would be Shi Qian, even if they were familiar.

"I 'm not here to represent the Light Race," Shi Qian said, having understood the implications of his words.

"Oh?"

"The Limitless Exchange Hall," she explained.

"Interesting. I was just wondering about you guys, thinking how I didn't have any acquaintances connected to them," Wang Wei smiled. Shi Qian sighed. In the hall, she is not mediocre but also not excellent. After reuniting with her parents, she was satisfied with life, and cultivation became less of a priority. If not for the constant danger of the cultivation world, Shi Qian might have retired from the world and lived in isolation with her parents.

"I am indeed here because I know you," she admitted.

"On what business exactly?"

"The hall wants to know if you would lower the price," Shi Qian stated. "As you know, we have a lot of people, but resources are scarce. Many of our members want this opportunity, and we are spreading ourselves thin trying to buy tickets."

"To be honest, I made the price so high because of your large numbers," Wang Wei admitted. "You should understand we cannot allow you to train so many Paragons."

Shi Qian said, "I knew this would happen, and I told them that." She shook her head: "Is there any way we could come up with a deal of some sort?"