Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1060 - 662: The Arrival

Chapter 1060: Chapter 662: The Arrival

As evening approached, the rays of the setting sun filtered through the wooden lattice of the study window, staining row upon row of bookshelves filled with records a crimson hue.

A middle-aged man clad in a black robe leaned over the desk, his fingers moving briskly as he read and annotated memorials with the tip of a wolf-hair brush.

The Chancellor of Dayan represents both authority and duty. In this troubled time, innumerable matters reach the throne, and many require his personal review. Among them, nine out of ten relate to the Northern Frontier’s concluded warfare.

The Northern War is nearing its end.

The aftermath left by the flames of war in the Northern Frontier demands great attention. Memorials pile up like snowflakes.

Death compensation for soldiers, merits and rewards for warriors, personnel adjustments, corruption punishments during wartime—even preparations for the migration of tens of thousands of civilians.

Looking at the names listed on the memorials, Xu Yinhè could always conjure corresponding images of their faces in his mind.

This was the result of decades of accumulation.

Without understanding a person, how could one employ them wisely?

When his eyes fell upon a book titled "Gui Mao Chronicle," his brush paused slightly.

The Barbarian Tribes invaded massively in the Gui Mao year, thus named. This chronicle, written in annals format, recounts eleven years of major and minor battles.

Seeing this chronicle signifies that the Northern War has indeed come to an end. After his review and annotations, it shall be entered into the annals of Dayan’s history.

It has finally ended—ended the way they envisioned back then...

Gazing at the chronicle for several seconds, Xu Yinhè opened the first page, though his eyes lacked the joy of a plan successfully executed. Instead, they revealed a faint weariness.

When he reached the latter part of the chronicle, the section written by his offspring chronicling those turbulent years, his pen paused once more.

After a long period of contemplation, he finally began annotating slowly:

[Through the utility of human ingenuity, covert operations, and grand aspirations to entice the barbarians, extraordinary methods have achieved miraculous victories. Yet such schemes are unorthodox; the barbarians, weakened over millennia, their soldiers deteriorated and their weapons blunt, comply with their king’s will. If the harmony among men is absent, then what remains?]

As the brush touched down, a wisp of breeze swept through, and in the tranquil room, a figure in white had already appeared.

Standing within the study, a faint scent of ink lingered in the air.

Feng Jiuxuan silently regarded Xu Yinhè, whose aura seemed slightly off. After several quiet seconds, he finally spoke two words:

"What’s the matter?"

Xu Yinhè lifted his gaze. The light streaming through the lattice illuminated half his face—half in shadow, half bathed in sunset. His tone was earnest:

"I need you to make a trip to Zhenxi Prefecture."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan frowned:

"Zhenxi Prefecture? For what purpose?"

"The sects have already started making their move there."

"But I recall you had already abandoned that place."

"I did. But Changtian is there."

"......" Feng Jiuxuan.

Murderous intent flickered in Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze as he stared at Xu Yinhè.

Xu Yinhè’s eyes remained calm, entirely unshaken.

The two locked eyes briefly,

Feng Jiuxuan said nothing further, clenching his fists slightly before turning silently away.

Yet just as he did, Xu Yinhè’s words suddenly stopped him:

"If you agree, use this."

As he spoke,

Xu Yinhè retrieved a black ring from within his robes, placing it on the desk, and said:

"This is the Hanging Air Ring refined from the Xi’en Emperor’s remains."

"Teleportation?"

Feng Jiuxuan dispersed his energy mechanism, glancing coldly over his shoulder: "The other ring is with Changtian?"

"I’ve already arranged for it to be sent to him."

"Hmph."

Feng Jiuxuan snorted coldly, casually reaching out to grasp the ring and staring sharply at the middle-aged man in front of him. His voice was icy:

"Xu Yinhè, I’m nearing the limit of my patience with you. How many life-threatening ordeals must Changtian endure before enough is enough?"

"...."

Xu Yinhè’s gaze shifted slightly, looking through the lattice toward the sunset-stained Di’an Megalopolis. His tone was low and calm:

"Changtian needs these opportunities."

Feng Jiuxuan stepped closer, his voice frigid:

"The Shengshan affair, the Northern War, the Xi’en incident—all these feats, Changtian has done enough."

"Still not enough."

Without turning back, Xu Yinhè’s tone remained steady: "To command the entirety of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, it is far from sufficient."

Hearing these words, Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze subtly shifted, his voice tinged with suspicion:

"This should remain a distant matter, yet you seem quite impatient."

"......"

Xu Yinhè did not respond directly to this question but merely stated:

"Regarding Changtian’s situation, I’ve already met with Li Yaoxuan—his side will temporarily maintain neutrality. However, the sects have schemed for the Western Territory for decades; ice that freezes a meter deep does not form in a single day. Changtian may disrupt their plans through brilliant tactics, but halting an imminent collapse will still require harmonious unity. If this endeavor fails, I hope, elder brother, you’ll ensure to bring Changtian back safely."

"....." Feng Jiuxuan.

"..."

"..."

"..."

When Feng Jiuxuan opened his eyes again, the devastated Zhenxi Prefecture City appeared before him.

Under the sky dome, the City Defense Canopy rippled, obscured by hordes of insect tides which surged towards the breaches with feral shrieks.

Beneath the heavens, in the darkened prefecture city, smoke and fire rose, illuminating the canopy above, accompanied by shouts of battle resonating from all directions.

Yet none of these mattered.

What truly mattered were the gazes directed at him.

In the instant he sensed the presences of Saints throughout the city, Feng Jiuxuan’s typically composed demeanor tightened slightly. As his eyes swept across the marks of battle within the city, information rapidly pieced together in his mind.

The Saintess of Jiantian Pavilion carried an aura both familiar yet peculiar; judging by her stance against Tian Yuan, she seemed to have defected.

The White Wolf feigning death still bore remnants of Emperor Bai’s energy mechanism—likely an ally, though foolish in appearance.

The shattered Insect People corpse near the pit’s depths appeared severely injured; yet its Sacred Origin was vast, capable of recovery with slight effort—though its combat ability was laughably weak.

Under the city walls stood a woman exuding eerie energy, possibly a Yin Ghost. Feng Jiuxuan had never fought against a Saint-level Yin Ghost, making her powers unclear, though she appeared heavily harmed.

Beside Tian Yuan stood a young Saint whose aura was unsettlingly mysterious; Feng Jiuxuan couldn’t gauge his strength, but if Changtian managed to wound him using current defensive measures, his power shouldn’t be overwhelming.

Thus,

The focus narrowed to the trio of Saints above.

As his eyes swept across the three, the serene depths of Feng Jiuxuan’s mind stirred, inundated with ripples of gravity.

These three faces were all uncomfortably familiar...

Collecting himself, Feng Jiuxuan glanced at his nephew, only to find Xu Yuan staring back at him.

Not speaking, yet hopeful.

Almost as if asking:

"Uncle, can we win this?"

In the silence, Feng Jiuxuan did not respond, appearing to contemplate deeply.

Observing this, Xu Yuan quickly shifted his gaze to Emperor Bai and the others.

Logically speaking,

Now that his uncle had arrived, if the opposing side were prepared to strike, they wouldn’t wait for deliberation. Yet curiously, following Feng Jiuxuan’s appearance, the battlegrounds of Zhenxi Prefecture City fell into eerie silence.

Xu Yuan mulled over countless possibilities swiftly, but eventually his gaze landed upon the black mirrored object behind his uncle.

After Feng Jiuxuan’s arrival via teleportation, the formation persisted—the black mirror encased in brilliant white light continued to ripple.

Was Emperor Bai’s party hesitating for fear that his uncle might summon reinforcements?

As this thought flashed across his mind, Xu Yuan’s eyes gleamed with an expectant light, faintly excited.

But the expectation lasted just a moment before fading into a light chuckle. Xu Yuan shook his head, dismissing his speculation as overly optimistic.

Now that his uncle was here, if his father, the Chancellor, personally arrived as well, the sect’s faction wouldn’t be debating whether to breach the city—they’d be scrambling to retreat.

That said, there were too many variables.

The sect faction might still hold hidden cards.

Leaving aside the risks of his father encountering danger that could undo decades of meticulous planning, even a mishap with the Hanging Air Ring could spell catastrophe for the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

As a vast entity, the Prime Minister’s Mansion had an incredibly refined internal structure, with its headquarters in Di’an forming the nerve center from which all commands were disseminated layer by layer.

If his father left and the Emperor exploited this absence to sever the nerve center entirely, the Prime Minister’s Mansion would descend into chaos within a short span.

Such instability, especially in tumultuous times like these, would be catastrophic. Knowing his father’s caution, he’d never take such risks.

Amid the silence,

Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze toward the youth beside him carried a touch of complexity.

If the situation worsened, he could forcefully break out of the encirclement with Changtian.

If the situation improved, with even one less Saint among the opposing three, he might coerce them to retreat bloodlessly.

Presently, however, the circumstances teetered on the thin line between winnable and collapse—leaving Feng Jiuxuan’s role as the savior uncle somewhat awkward.

Changtian needed this accomplishment; retreating outright would be too costly. Yet engaging the familiar trio in battle carried risks far too great.

From their encounter at Qionghua Secret Realm, Feng Jiuxuan had yet to gauge the depth of Jiantian Pavilion Master’s capabilities.

The nameless sect elder, long placed on Lou Ji’s blacklist, once crossed paths with him—a formidable force, yet untested in combat, strength unknown.

As for Emperor Bai...

Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze drifted to the phantom dragons spanning the heavens, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.

When young, he and Xu Yinhè had ventured into Ancient Abyss for training, witnessing firsthand the prowess of this Ancient Abyss Lord.

A Saint of unmatched strength.

But with the Great Formation defending the city and the might of the Military Array Force, facing the three Saints wasn’t entirely unfeasible.

Amid the stillness,

Feng Jiuxuan retrieved an unnamed longsword from the Sumeru Ring, his voice quietly reaching Xu Yuan’s ears:

"Changtian, if you wish to continue, hand me the Hanging Air Ring."

"....."

It seemed his father wouldn’t be coming.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of disappointment crossed Xu Yuan’s mind, though he obediently handed the Hanging Air Ring to his uncle.

Receiving the ring, Feng Jiuxuan gently slid it onto his index finger, turning back with a faint smile:

"Changtian, well done. Return to the Government Office; leave this matter to your uncle for now."

With those words,

"Buzz——"

A sharp sword chime resonated throughout Zhenxi Prefecture City.

The longsword’s gleaming edge cut through the air, tracing three ink-black sword marks aimed simultaneously at the three gravely injured Alien Saints.

Feng Jiuxuan intended to clear the field.

For ordinary troops, these three Saints might seem weak; but for the city’s defensive mechanisms, they posed lethal threats.

As the sword marks tore through the void, no sound of flesh splitting followed—instead, three explosive booms echoed in unison.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The slash strikes were intercepted outright by the sect’s Two Saints and Emperor Bai.

As he watched Emperor Bai vanish from midair and reappear instantly at the pit’s depths, Feng Jiuxuan frowned slightly.

Such speed.....

Yet this outcome was somewhat within Feng Jiuxuan’s predictions. The trio wouldn’t let him dispatch their wounded so easily; though the behavior of Jiantian Pavilion’s Saintess was unexpected.

Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze fell upon Tian Ye.

Despite three targeted strikes, his only intended victim had been the mysterious young Saint, assuming the Saintess would engage Jiantian Pavilion Master. Instead, she chose complete inaction.

Sensing his scrutiny, Tian Ye grinned mischievously, shrugging as if to say:

"Don’t look at me like that. Ordinarily, I remain neutral—merely an observer."

Feng Jiuxuan frowned, his eyes reflecting faint skepticism:

"Neutral observer?"

Tian Ye crossed his arms, tilting his head lazily while chuckling:

"Correct. But for now, it’d be wise to stow your killing intent. Should my mood sour, I might just switch sides without warning, dear nephew of Xu Yinhè~"