Chapter 1510: Chapter 166 Guests Arrive_3
Kary’s thoughts raced; today’s Larthas seemed completely different from the arrogant, domineering chairman of the Mage Guild of the Empire of Tian Jing he once knew. For the first time, Larthas had spoken to him courteously, leaving him feeling unsettled. Just as he was contemplating what to say, Larthas had already lightly gestured to the two before returning to his side of the table.
Kary whispered to Xi Wen, "Sect Leader, do you think there’s any truth to what he said earlier?"
Xi Wen shook his head and said, "I don’t know either. Let’s do this: we’ll go see someone. That person might help dispel our doubts."
Kary was taken aback and asked, "Who are we going to see?"
Xi Wen smiled slightly and said, "Follow me. Second Brother, you come too. Let’s go meet a distinguished figure together." The tall elderly man who had been sitting beside Xi Wen stood up. In stature, he was a full head taller than Xi Wen, exceeding two meters in height. Though his hair was entirely white, he looked spirited and showed no signs of aging. His eyes opened and closed with flashes of brilliance and lightning-like intensity. He was none other than Marshal Feng Wen, commander of the entire army of the Empire of Huasheng, and a second-generation disciple of the Tian Gang Sword Sect second only to Xi Wen. In the Empire of Huasheng, he was the emperor’s most trusted confidant, holding a position comparable to Larthas’s status in the Empire of Tian Jing. Ever since arriving at the banquet, Feng Wen had yet to speak. When his deep, resounding voice finally emerged, it carried an astonishing impact: "Senior Brother, what kind of person do you think of as distinguished? Could it possibly be a Sword Saint Level master?"
Feng Wen had only recently returned to the Tian Gang Sword Sect. A lifelong warrior, his Tian Gang Swordsmanship was the most vigorous in the entire sect, granting him unparalleled bravery in the army. Though over eighty years old, his ferocity remained undiminished. Xi Wen and Feng Wen, close in age, had studied under the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang in their youth and developed the deepest bond among their group of peers. Xi Wen responded with a smile, "Though not a Sword Saint Level master, he absolutely qualifies as a distinguished figure. You’ll understand when you meet him." With that, he took the lead and headed toward another table situated farther back. Kary and Feng Wen exchanged a glance and quickly followed.
Xi Wen came to a stop at a table belonging to the Pu Yan clan. Around the table sat eleven individuals in total; six of them, neither eating nor drinking, sat upright and dignified, wearing thick black armor. Had Ah Dai and Xuan Yue been present, they would have instantly recognized these six as the legendary Tilu fighters of the Pu Yan clan. The other five were Clan Leader Yan Fei, the Prophet Pu Lin, the brothers Yan Shi, and Si Si, the apprentice of the Prophet Pu Lin. Seeing Xi Wen and his companions approach, Yan Fei and the others hurriedly stood up. As the clan leader, Yan Fei naturally understood the identities of the three. He also knew that the Empire of Huasheng was an ally, not a foe. Lifting his wine cup, he saluted the trio with a slight bow and said, "Yan Fei, Clan Leader of the Pu Yan clan, greets the three of you."
Xi Wen raised his own wine cup and clinked it against Yan Fei’s, producing a crisp sound. "Clan Leader, there’s no need to be so formal. I still remember your generous hospitality from my visit to the Pu Yan clan many years ago. I see you haven’t changed a bit over the years—still as imposing as ever! We came over to greet you all. Could you tell me who the Prophet Pu Lin is?" Back when Xi Wen visited the Pu Yan clan, the Prophet Pu Lin was traversing the continent using the alias Yuan Mu. In just a few years, he had made a name for himself, becoming one of the three great Magical Scholars.
A clear voice rang out, "I am Pu Lin. Greetings, Sect Leader Xi Wen." From behind Yan Fei emerged a man with long brown hair and a black robe cascading to his feet. He looked to be in his thirties, with a gentle smile on his face. There was an indescribable uniqueness about him, most notably his pair of crystal-clear eyes, as deep and boundless as an ocean.
"Ah! So you are the Prophet Pu Lin?" Xi Wen exclaimed. "Chairman Kary, Second Brother, this is the esteemed figure I mentioned—Prophet Pu Lin, the most remarkable individual of the Pu Yan clan."
Kary and Feng Wen couldn’t help but feel surprised upon hearing this. To their eyes, Prophet Pu Lin, who appeared to be in his thirties, seemed like no more than a child. Pu Lin, however, spoke first, saying, "There’s no need for formalities, everyone. We are not strangers here. I wouldn’t say I am remarkable; I’m merely trying to do more for my clansmen."
Xi Wen was taken aback as he looked at Pu Lin, surprised by his youthful appearance. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of doubt rising. Managing a smile, he commented, "The Prophet doesn’t look anything like how I imagined."
Pu Lin smiled serenely, his gaze revealing a trace of gratitude. "You could say that I owe my life to Ah Dai, who pulled me back from Hell itself. I’m nearing seventy this year, and even I couldn’t have predicted that I’d transform like this—suddenly looking so youthful. Honestly, it’s been quite an adjustment." It turned out that a hundred days after Ah Dai and company had left the Pu Yan clan, Pu Lin had awakened from his coma. Fueled by the vitality in Ah Dai’s blood, his body had undergone a fundamental transformation. All of his blood vessels and organs had been rejuvenated by the overwhelming surge of life energy, rendering him as healthy as a middle-aged man. Pu Lin’s revival was tantamount to Ah Dai granting him a second life.
Pu Lin’s resurrection had greatly delighted Clan Leader Yan Fei. The entire Pu Yan clan’s gratitude toward Ah Dai had reached an indescribable level. In fact, part of the reason they were here today was to support Ah Dai.
