After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"Murong Xue, Wang Yuyan, do you know you're going to Diancheng?" Meng Yao finally asked.

"I haven't told them yet, I'll discuss it with you first."

"Besides, I'm just going to take care of some business. I'll be back soon, so you don't need to worry," Ye Tian replied casually.

Meng Yao slowly stood up. Her eyes had regained their calm and composed expression, but her heart was in turmoil.

Ten years have passed, and no matter how hard she tried to keep the secret, Ye Tian eventually embarked on the path of confronting those people.

If she could, she would never want Ye Tian to remember what happened ten years ago.

But now, she could no longer stop Ye Tian's progress.

Since that's the case, she'll start the ten-year plan ahead of schedule.

Meng Yao took a deep breath, her already exceptionally gifted chest heaving violently.

Then, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Brother Ye, whatever decision you make, I will support you."

What do you need? Just tell me, and I'll get it for you.

Meng Yao's voice carried a hint of resoluteness that was barely perceptible.

"Meng Yao, please prepare some daily necessities for me, just a change of clothes will do."

I plan to travel light, as having too many people around makes things inconvenient.

I plan to go alone.

"Okay, I'll arrange all of that. I also have some local friends in Diancheng, and I'll make sure to put in a good word for them."

Give me a day to prepare; I'll see you off tomorrow.

"Okay." Ye Tian nodded.

He looked out the window.

Under the cover of night, the neon lights of Jiangcheng resemble flowing jewels.

A day later, he would leave this bustling city and head to the perilous Yunnan province.

Just as Ye Tian was about to send a message to Murong Xue, Murong Xue sent a message first: "The old man wants to see you, now."

......

"Grandpa, why did you call us back in such a hurry? What's wrong?"

When Ye Tian and Murong Xue arrived at Murong Zhenting's study, he was already waiting there.

"Grandson-in-law, Xue'er, I've heard about what's been happening in Jiangcheng lately."

There are some things I haven't told you before because the time wasn't right.

Now it's time for you to know.

Murong Zhenting asked Ye Tian and Murong Xue to sit down. He looked out the window and slowly said:

"Do you know Li Chunfeng, the most powerful feng shui master during the Tang Dynasty?"

The story begins from that time.

It is widely believed that Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang co-authored a book called "Tui Bei Tu" which can accurately predict the fate of the nation over thousands of years.

How could someone as capable as Li Chunfeng not have foreseen the demise of the Tang Dynasty?

How could he possibly do nothing and watch the once glorious Tang Dynasty, with its envoys from all nations paying tribute, one day fall apart and his family perish?

Legend has it that Li Chunfeng devoted the latter half of his life to planning for the Tang Dynasty's eternal existence.

On his deathbed, he entrusted his life's work to his most outstanding disciple, instructing him to simply follow his plan and that he would surely ensure the eternal prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

What specific changes were discovered later remains unknown.

All I know is that Li Chunfeng's disciples split into two factions.

One faction established the Star Gazing Pavilion, taking it upon themselves to protect China and bless all people.

The antique market today was originally the Star Gazing Pavilion, which existed more than a thousand years ago.

Our Murong family ancestors were an auxiliary family of the Star Gazing Pavilion lineage.

Later, the Star Gazing Pavilion declined and was forced to take over the current antique market, leading to the rise of the World Society.

My Murong family was also forced to embrace secular life, but some aspects of our traditions have never been interrupted.

I suspect that the Tianxiahui was a faction that split off from Li Chunfeng's descendants.

The two factions have been fighting for over a thousand years without ever stopping.

I suspect that the descendants of the Tianxia Society are involved in the recent events that have happened to Ye Tian.

So the reason I called you all here today is to explain the whole story to you.

Murong Zhenting's words greatly shocked Ye Tian.

Previously, at the Yunqi Pavilion Treasure Appraisal Conference, his soul encountered the soul of Li Chunfeng from more than a thousand years ago.

What Li Chunfeng said puzzled him at the time.

Now I finally understand a little; it turns out he really did have a connection with Li Chunfeng.

"Grandpa, do you mean that the mysterious force targeting Ye Tian recently is a descendant of the group that betrayed Li Chunfeng's last wish back then?"

Is it the same Observatory from back then, now the antique market's age-old nemesis?

Murong Xue's almond-shaped eyes widened, and her small mouth gaped open in disbelief.

She never imagined that the Murong family and Li Chunfeng, the number one feng shui master of the Tang Dynasty, had such a historical connection.

"That's true." Murong Zhenting nodded.

"Ye Tian is not a descendant of the Star Gazing Pavilion, so why are those people causing trouble for him?"

Even if he's the owner of the antique market now, surely it wouldn't warrant them going to such lengths and making such a fuss?

Murong Xue asked, puzzled.

Old Master Murong's gaze was profound: "Because his eyes can see things that ordinary people cannot perceive."

His existence has already made the people of the World Society feel threatened; he is the biggest uncertainty factor between the two forces.

Xue'er, Ye Tian is now too deeply entangled with our Murong family. His safety is related to the future of our Murong family.

It also concerns the future of the descendants of the Star Gazing Pavilion in the antique market.

It also relates to a secret that has troubled Li Chunfeng's descendants for thousands of years.

What exactly happened back then that prevented Li Chunfeng's plan to protect the Tang Dynasty and ensure its eternal prosperity from being implemented?

What happened that caused Li Chunfeng's disciples, who were always united and loving, to harbor resentment towards each other for a thousand years?

They would even be willing to take it upon themselves to eliminate the enemy?

Only Ye Tian can unravel this mystery.

Ye Tian suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders become much heavier. Although he no longer needed to take on the responsibility of protecting the world.

But the future of the Murong family, the future of the antique market, and the thousand-year-old grudges of Li Chunfeng's descendants now all rest on his shoulders.

As the old man's voice faded, only the faint scent of sandalwood remained in the study.

Murong Xue sat there, her fingers unconsciously clenching.

The old man's words were like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, shattering the last remaining simple idea in her mind.

The Star Gazing Pavilion, the World Alliance, the Auxiliary Family, the Millennium Feud—these words, carrying the weight of history, weighed heavily on her and Ye Tian's shoulders.

"Xue'er, from today onwards, I will officially pass on the position of head of the Murong family to you."

This is the token of the Murong family head, carved from a divine stone from Kunlun Mountain.

From now on, you must assist Ye Tian well, just as the Murong family has assisted the Master of the Star Gazing Pavilion for thousands of years.

Although the old master-servant hierarchy isn't strictly followed anymore, you still can't be too impolite.

As soon as Murong Zhenting finished speaking, Murong Xue began to whine sweetly:

"Grandpa, how can you speak up for Ye Tian? How have I been unreasonable?"

"Yes, yes, Xue'er has always convinced people with virtue and reason, and I can vouch for that."

Ye Tian said with a smile.

"Haha, seeing you two so loving makes me very happy," Murong Zhenting laughed heartily.

Murong Xue looked at the family head's token that the old man had handed her—a token that resembled neither jade nor iron.

The token is oval-shaped, about the size of a baby's palm. It is not the pure and flawless jade of the top grade of mutton fat jade, but rather has a warm and smooth texture mixed with strands of ink and ice patterns.

The carvings on it are extremely detailed. One side features a complex pattern, while the other side depicts surging waves with the crests as fine as hair, yet one can almost feel their flowing texture.

These are clearly old objects that have been passed down through generations and are full of the marks of time.

"Grandpa, why are you passing the position of family head to me now? You're still healthy, I'm too young..."