Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 342 - 334: Inheritance of the Divination Aristocratic Family

Moreover, Cheng Xiaoxiao’s spices were complete, and the resulting meat soup was fragrant, filling the entire cave with its aroma. The cave, crowded with people, was left with only the sound of gulping.

Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t expect Qi Fei to bring back over ten thousand people.

Even though the cave was spacious enough, it couldn’t accommodate all the people, and even the passageways around the cave were crowded.

Despite the overcrowding, it was fortunate they weren’t exposed to the harsh wind and snowstorm, and the temperature had rebounded quite a bit, making it tolerable for the time being.

Everyone took off the heavy fur cloaks they had wrapped around themselves. Those severely injured gathered around the fire, applying medicine and bandages. Those with frostbite, suffering from cold-induced fevers, and external bleeding were all being treated.

Feng Yuzhen never imagined he could escape alive, nor did he expect the Family Head to be such a young girl.

He also didn’t anticipate the young Family Head’s delight upon hearing he was an Imperial Physician.

She called him over, asked a few harmless questions, and then assigned him rescue work to do properly.

Nervous and uncertain, his heart was in turmoil, and he didn’t understand its deeper meaning. But he knew he had caught the Family Head’s eye, and his family’s future should be secure.

Apart from him and the eldest, the Feng Family had more than ten people knowledgeable in medicine, all temporarily recruited to assist.

The medicine brought by the Family Head was excellent, suggesting a family with deep roots, with some miracle medicines even he hadn’t seen before.

The Family Head was unpretentious, also helping to treat the wounded.

Everything was developing in a positive direction....

The snake meat soup was ready. Everyone lined up, taking one bowl each. As they held the warm soup with both hands, they felt as if they were reborn after a narrow escape from death.

It all seemed so unreal.

Not long ago, they were in despair, helpless, waiting for death.

Unexpectedly, fate took a turn, and not only did they preserve their lives, but they also got to eat meat, all in just a little over two hours.

Many people cried in excitement, then laughed as they cried, sipping their soup while crying and laughing, creating a rather comical scene.

Qi Fei held a bowl of hot meat soup, drinking it happily. The soup was rich in flavor, and the warmth spread from his throat to his empty stomach, filling his weary body with life, feeling extremely comfortable.

Cheng Xiaoxiao tried not to look his way. She avoided the entire process of dealing with the snake, fearing it would cause nightmares later, and forced herself to focus on their ordeal along the journey.

Qi Fei, unpretentious, began to narrate the hardships of the mission without pause.

Outside the cave, on a mountain peak.

The cold wind was fierce, snow swirling, but the tall figure stood unaffected, with hands behind his back, gazing down imperiously.

Han Yi was also reporting the real situation during the trip to Luoyang City and analyzing the discovered problems one by one.

"Once settled, come find me."

Zhou Yanlan left this instruction and vanished into the wind and snow.

Han Yi understood his master’s intention; he planned to visit the Underground City personally once the team returned, when a cold voice floated through the air.

"Keep your mouth shut."

Han Yi raised an eyebrow, realizing this was to keep Miss Cheng from knowing he had followed her.

When will this prideful nature change? Clearly concerned, following her down here, now vanishing early, is this the way of a real man?

Moreover, his habit of being sparing with words remains unchanged, only saying more in front of Miss Cheng, truly a worry.

Forget it, one can’t demand too much from the master. Any change is already fortunate.

Take it slow!

Han Yi’s heart was heavy with concern, but the concerned party did not care.

At the same time, in a grand and ancient underground palace.

Lamps flickered, and the Luminous Pearl at the center emitted a soft glow, enhancing the mystery and dignity of the splendid hall.

An elderly man with graying hair, emaciated and gaunt, sat cross-legged on the upper cushion. His appearance was frail, yet he exuded an air of solitary peace.

"The Imperial Star is dim, the seven luminaries are missing, all things mourn, the evil source is exposed, the gears of destiny collapse, the night turns, the disaster of world extinction approaches, seeking one who knows the fate of the universe may reverse it, you must conduct yourself well."

"But great-grandfather..."

The young man kneeling below attempted to speak but was interrupted by the elder.

"Go now!"

As the elder’s words fell, he closed his eyes, silently chanting. The Zhanxing Su Long Staff before him was lifted by an invisible current, flying into the young man’s hands.

With the elder’s chant, the aura enveloping the Zhanxing Su Long Staff expanded, eventually enveloping the young man, the aura glowing brightly and lingering.

Seeing this, the elder urgently transmitted a message: ’Accept it already!’

The young man lifted his head, his eyes rimmed with red, hands trembling slightly, gradually joining together, chanting an obscure spell.

If Cheng Xiaoxiao were there, she would surely recognize that the kneeling figure was Sikong Yinlong.

Five hundred years ago, the Sikong Family was a renowned clan of Divination Masters, who divined the stars, deciphered the secrets of the heavens, assessed national fortunes, critiqued yin and yang and the five elements, studied feng shui and the six harmonies, and wielded the mysteries of past and present.

The path of divination, blessed with talent, thrived across the world.

However, when things peak, they decline. Two hundred years ago, continuous wars broke out everywhere, and the too-enigmatic abilities of divination did not sit well with those vying for power. Each wanted to prevent Divination Masters from deciphering military secrets, so spies began assassinating talented Divination Masters, who were almost entirely wiped out.

The Sikong Family also experienced unprecedented turmoil. Since then, the path of divination waned, becoming a casualty of war.

The Great Divination Master of the Sikong Family at the time, also the elder’s father, predicted the chaos, urging the family to prepare early. They abandoned their apparent glory and industry, returning to their ancestral land for respite.

Yet fate did not align with human wishes. A year later, while divining the future through astrology, he noticed something amiss.

The divination results were too shocking. In his search for a breakthrough and a glimmer of hope, he exhausted his abilities and suffered a backlash. On his deathbed, he warned his descendants: ’Two hundred years from now, a heavenly punishment might annihilate all living things, but the ancestral star will counteract. The fixed order might change.’ His intention was for the Sikong Family’s descendants to restrain themselves and await the glimmer of hope. When hope arrives, a hundred hardships will vanish, and perhaps it might save this endangered world.

Sikong Yinlong kowtowed three times heavily, remaining kneeling for a long time. The elderly and frail elder smiled faintly before becoming calm.

The elders waiting outside the hall noticed the disappearance of the barrier and entered in single file.

Seeing the solemn scene inside the hall, they knelt, bowing devoutly, chanting in unison: "Farewell to the Ancestor!"

The Sikong Divination Clan, from the moment of birth, tested innate talents, starting heir training at the age of three. Only by passing various rigorous tests and the final test could one become Family Head.

Obtaining the Family Head position did not mean one could learn the most mysterious astrology. Only by gaining recognition from the Zhanxing Su Long Staff could one inherit the star chart and divine secrets.

Becoming a Great Divination Master who could measure heaven and earth, and divine life and death in yin and yang.