Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 104 - 96: Ghost Seven (Combined)

Chapter 104: Chapter 96: Ghost Seven (Combined)

The decrepit old man’s voice had not yet faded,

"Ran Qingmo! Attack!!!"

The Saint’s Remnant Soul’s loud exclamation reverberated throughout the entire stone room:

"This guy has long since turned completely into a ghost, this is his corpse!!"

As the voice sounded, the Saint’s soul immediately emerged from the Soul Ring, black and red Soul Power surged out and transformed into a blade, slashing through the void.

There was a moment of silence in the space,

Xu Yuan then saw the old man’s head fall from the body, but no blood gushed out, as if the blood inside had dried up long ago.

His breath hitched for a brief moment.

Second Grade demon ghost.....

The demon ghost nearing Second Grade that the decrepit man had mentioned was himself!

After the Saint’s Remnant Soul decapitated the old man, it didn’t stop its motion,

But as the head rolled away, a dense pitch-black ghostly aura emitted from the old man’s body, converging from all directions towards the Saint’s soul!

The intertwining clash of the black and red Soul Power with the jet-black ghostly aura caused the whole unique stone room to shake as if in an earthquake!

The shaking lasted for about ten seconds,

The Saint’s Remnant Soul’s anxious voice rang out again:

"This ghost wants to devour me! Ran Qingmo, if you don’t take action, once it swallows my Origin Soul, we’re all dead for sure!"

"Saint’s Remnant Soul... Saint’s soul body... Saint’s Origin Soul...."

The ground that held the decrepit old man’s head resounded with a burst of mad laughter: "Hehehahaha!! If I devour you, even the eldest prince... ehehe..."

"..."

Ran Qingmo’s grip on her sword tightened, yet she still did not move.

Because as soon as the decrepit old man had spoken those words, Xu Yuan had already reached out and grasped her wrist in advance.

"Xu Yuan..." Ran Qingmo called out softly.

Xu Yuan gently shook his head.

The battle between the Saint’s soul body and the old man was only ten meters away from him, and the fact that he was still unharmed in such a high-level battle already explained a lot.

"Get me out of here."

Ran Qingmo, after a moment of thought, picked up Xu Yuan and bolted towards the exit along the corridor.

"...." Saint’s Remnant Soul.

"Dammit!!!"

The Saint let out a loud exclamation, forcibly breaking halfway through the black mist, and hurled an intense blast of black and red Soul Power directly at Xu Yuan.

But at this moment, the Formation within the stone room had already been activated.

As the white light flickered, white chains shot out towards the Saint’s soul body at the center of the stone room.

In an instant, the Saint’s Remnant Soul was penetrated and pinned down by myriad chains.

The old man let out a strange laugh, and the black fog emitting from his body incessantly began pouring into the Saint’s soul body.

Seeing such a scene, the Saint’s Remnant Soul already had a rough guess of what this pseudo Second Grade demon ghost intended to do, and shouted furiously:

"Dammit, how dare you!!!"

Merging of souls...

This Second Grade demon ghost actually dared to attempt merging souls with him!!

After the outburst, those chains shot from the Formation became slightly illusory, as if they were about to shatter any moment.

The Saint began to desperately burn his Origin Soul, but it was too late.

Before he could break free from the Formation’s restraint, the black ghostly aura within the stone room had all drilled into the Saint’s soul body.

The shaking within the stone room ceased, and everything within it plunged into darkness...

...

...

In the Imperial Capital,

At the Geometry Institute of the Tianan Society, Tianjia Garden.

Tianjia Garden was built on high ground, with an elegant pavilion enveloped by a small river within the courtyard, creating an elegant scene of flowing water below when viewed from the pavilion above.

At this moment, within the pavilion, two people sat opposite each other.

One had white temples and sharp eyes, appearing middle-aged.

The other had white hair and a youthful face, handsome, and it was clear that in his younger years he must have been a fine man.

"Prime Minister, your official duties are strenuous, yet you have time to visit our Geometry Institute?"

Seeing the powerful Prime Minister, the white-haired old man did not show much deference, "Speak, what brings you here?"

Xu Yinhè looked at the other, did not speak immediately, poured tea with his own hands, pushed a cup of fragrant tea towards the other, and then finally said softly:

"I had some free time, just came to talk with you."

The old man with piercing eyes stared at Xu Yinhè for a couple of seconds, then suddenly displayed a disdainful smile:

"You have free time, but I’m busy, speak if you have something to say."

The gentle afternoon breeze caressed the pavilion,

Xu Yinhè was not offended, slowly sipping the fragrant tea in his cup:

"Decades have passed, you are still the same as you were back then, you haven’t changed at all."

"...."

The old man shook his head, gathered his sleeves, and took up the tea cup:

"Are you here to push about the Tianxun Crystal Orb again? The progress on that thing is less than halfway done. Right now, the Liuxuan crystal can barely withstand the communication Formation Patterns, but it’s too small, and we still have very much trouble compacting the Origin Qi into the interior of the crystal. To completely finish, by a conservative estimate, we need at least..."

"Jiang He."

Xu Yinhè suddenly cut off the old man’s words, his eyes calm.

"...."

The white-haired old man named Jiang He was briefly taken aback, fell silent for a moment, then touched his beard and let out a sneer:

"Heh, you actually have the time to come and chat to pass the time?"

Xu Yinhè didn’t deny it, put down his tea cup, and gazed from the courtyard wall down towards the foot of the mountains in the Imperial Capital, softly saying:

"We’ve known each other for a cycle of sixty years, right?"

Jiang He furrowed his brows, pondered briefly, and spoke in a low voice:

"You came to Capital City in the thirty-second year of Yongqing, and now it is the forty-fourth year of Jiaying; a cycle of sixty years has indeed passed."

A hint of reminiscence appeared in Xu Yinhè’s sharp eyes:

"It’s already been so long, time flies so quickly."

Jiang He’s aged eyes carried a trace of amusement, his voice not very respectful, more like that of an old friend: