Above The Sky
Chapter 140 - 140 129 The Seer of the Future 23

140: Chapter 129: The Seer of the Future (2/3) 140: Chapter 129: The Seer of the Future (2/3) “Ian…

wait, you’re hurt?!”

As the newcomer entered, Elder Prude was shocked and attempted to stand up—only to remember that Elan, who had just woken up, was still in his arms, which is why he did not actually do so.

“Still alive.”

The youth said calmly, though he did not look well at the moment.

The white-haired youth who had just entered was soaked by the downpour, with numerous holes in the sleeves and trouser legs.

He was holding a black longsword in his right hand, and there was blood trickling down beneath his shirt at his chest, sticking to his skin.

Ian’s long hair was not tied up as it usually was but hung loose, clinging to his cheeks and neck.

His bright pupils were somewhat dim, a clear sign of the aftereffects from overusing Spirit Energy.

However, compared to his disheveled appearance, his demeanor was quite calm.

Meanwhile, two guards of the White Folks also arrived at the doorway.

They seemed confused and were about to seek Elder Prude’s instructions.

No matter how much Elder Prude valued Ian, and despite Ian still appearing to be injured, the boy was after all carrying a sword.

Even though they felt that even if Ian were given another sword, he would probably pose no threat to Elder Prude, they certainly had to fulfill their duty.

“Stand down.”

Elder Prude nodded and gestured for the guards to withdraw.

It wasn’t until the sound of descending footsteps was heard that he put the still rubbing-his-eyes Elan onto a chair, then quickly stepped forward to Ian, wanting to check his injuries.

“It’s nothing, Elder.”

Ian opened his hands, somewhat helplessly letting the other person do as he wished: “Just some minor injuries, but they’re all healed now.”

“Indeed, there’s nothing wrong, but this blood…”

Elder Prude furrowed his brows.

After his examination, he found that indeed, Ian had no injuries—though the blood on his chest had turned into clots, his clothes were not torn…

His thoughts spun wildly, but in the end, he decided not to ask anything.

There was no need to ask.

If there was something Ian needed him to know, then he would speak.

If it was not necessary for him to know, then it was best not to ask.

He understood this better than anyone—that knowing things one should not know could lead to the most painful of consequences.

Just like his family of old days, seeking things they should not have sought, coveting rewards they could not possibly obtain.

“Here you go, Elder Prude.”

While the old man was lost in thought, Ian drew the silver pistol that Elder Prude had lent him before he left, from his waist.

He cast his eyes downward, calmly gazing at the pistol: “I don’t need it.”

“Hmm?”

Squinting, Elder Prude took the pistol that Ian handed over and inspected it while speaking slowly: “Ian, what do you mean by this?”

“Elder, you need not worry.”

The youth withdrew his hands, his tone steady: “I understand what you mean, and my answer is, everything is within my expectations.”

Elder Prude finished checking the pistol and indeed found no traces of it having been used—the bullets were all accounted for, and the inscriptions for ignition were not damaged in the slightest.

Ian had indeed not used his ‘aid’ and had returned victorious on his own.

The elder lifted his head, locking eyes with Ian.

The youth spoke softly, “When I saw the future, it wasn’t there.”

“It’s meaningless, but I still carry it.”

“…I understand now, forgive my probing.”

After a moment of silence, Elder Pude heaved a sigh and nodded, “For a Sublimator of the Second Energy Level, even those who are severely injured or in a coma, an ordinary handgun without an alchemy module’s charge is incapable of inflicting effective harm.”

“Nevertheless, it can certainly offer some advantage, and if it were an ordinary person, they’d surely use it a few times, even if it’s pointless.”

“Ian, you truly are a Prophet… your prediction is real and unerring.”

He finally acknowledged this from the bottom of his heart.

Elder Pude wasn’t disbelieving that Ian was a Prophet, rather, he was the one who most hoped that Ian could indeed see into the future.

But to what extent is the power of foresight?

Most Spirit Energy Users have experienced prophetic dreams to some degree, and omens of danger are commonplace.

A Spirit Energy User with little talent always tends to believe they might be a Prophet—yet the true Prophets and Predictors have visions and omens that are worlds apart from the typical premonitions shared by Spirit Energy Users.

But now, the elder could be sure that Ian, at the very least, is a true Prophet capable of seeing the trajectories and clear omens of the future…

When he saw the future, there was no need for his own help, therefore, he wouldn’t need his assistance thereafter in his actions.

Ian had not lied.

“It’s yours now.”

Without hesitation, Elder Pude passed the handgun back to Ian, “Though it might not be of much use, it’s still a handy self-defense tool, more effective than ordinary swords and knives.”

He glanced sideways at the black longsword in Ian’s right hand, his eyes narrowing slightly, then shook his head, “Of course, it can’t compare to the sword you’re holding.”

With some hesitation, but ultimately, Elder Pude asked seriously, “Ian… that person…”

“…He’s gone.”

Accepting the gun, the youth fell silent for a moment, speaking fluently and naturally, “He won’t be coming back.”

“Indeed, he has been discovered, and under any circumstances, it was time for him to leave.”

Elder Pude believed him without question, inviting Ian to sit on the guest sofa beside him, pondering, “Your injuries… I shall announce to others that it’s due to the failure to condense the Primordial Seed, and that you need rest… No, simply say that you have been overexerting in training lately, causing Spirit Energy stagnation, and that you’ll also take care of your uncle.”

“And your uncle, just say that his mutation flared up, and he needs to rest at home undisturbed.

I’ve already prepared the materials and the subsequent plan of action; his leave request I have sent to the portside, the salary paid in full for three months, after which he’ll naturally pass away from the illness.”

Elder Pude spoke slowly and carefully to Ian, deciding on the spot according to the situation.

As for the identity of ‘Ossenna,’ his plan of action was quite smooth, obviously well-considered.

“You are a Spirit Energy User, and as for talent in the Sublimator’s aspect… becoming his disciple, receiving that inheritance, naturally, you don’t need me to worry.”

The old man furrowed his brow deeply, evidently in great distress: “But with this development, what is to be done with the inheritance of the Wave Singer?

Viscount Grant’s inheritance is the ‘Abyssal Whale’, an upper Bloodline True Form of the Fourth Energy Level.

In his eyes, he can roughly sense the progress of any lower-level water Bloodline True Forms.”

“That’s not a problem,” Ian dismissed, “Before the Second Energy Level, I can disguise myself as having a water Bloodline True Form… and after the Second Energy Level, I will temporarily depart from Harrison Port.”

Noticing Elder Pude’s expression, the youth reassured him, “Rest easy, the existence and prosperity of the family are the foundation of my future plans.”

“Elder, setting aside emotions and only considering future interests, I won’t abandon the White Folks of Harrison Port either.”