Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1087 - 684: I Understand It Better Than You

Chapter 1087: Chapter 684: I Understand It Better Than You

If the living beings of a past life experience death through the body, society, and spirit, then in this life, there must also be a dissipation called the Soul Mark.

The cultivators of this era have not deeply studied the Soul Mark; they’ve only discovered its existence and know that every living being possesses it.

It records everything a living being sees and hears from birth to death, and it also records the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of their life.

The Soul Mark is the only proof that a being has existed in this world.

Some therefore regard it as a romantic gift from the heavens to all living beings.

Yet this romance slowly decays and disappears when the living being transforms into bones, eventually fading into nothingness.

As information about the Soul Mark brushed through his mind, Xu Yuan suddenly recalled something.

He remembered the moment from his earliest memories of this life,

the sensation when the memories of Xu Yuan, a pure-hearted youth, merged with those of Xu Changtian, a scoundrel nobleman.

Possession does not take memories, for it cannot touch the Soul Mark, but the Blood Essence Meteoring Art seemingly merged the Soul Marks of the living Xu Yuan and the deceased Xu Changtian when reshaping the body.

Lowering his gaze to his palm, Xu Yuan’s eyes revealed a complex and peculiar emotion.

The previously unknown details were completed at this moment; looking back, a difficult-to-describe feeling spread in his heart.

Soul Mark fusion...

So now, is he a transmigrator who possessed Xu Yuan, or a reborn Xu Changtian hosting a wandering soul?

This is a philosophical question.

But upon reflection, there have already been signs.

He had always thought that the reason he inherited Xu Changtian’s identity was due to coveting the power of that old man’s influence. After all, the temptation of being a top-tier scion in this world is extremely hard to resist.

But if that truly were the case, he would most likely have taken some wealth and resources to live freely by himself, rather than plunging headfirst into the chaotic center of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

After all,

the former Xu Yuan was truly a lazy dog.

In his twenties and still like a salted fish, moving only when poked.

He didn’t care about the family company at all; even when his father was furious and beat him, he simply thought that professional managers could handle everything.

This might be due to the subtle influence of the fused Soul Mark, silently altering everything the supposed transmigrator Xu Yuan did.

But it’s more likely that, since the moment he stepped out of that cave, the two independent entities of Xu Yuan and Xu Changtian had already merged into one person...

Buzz————

As his thoughts stretched on,

a ray of sword light reached across the heavens, and a towering young man’s neck instantly displayed a bloodless slash mark.

This time, black smoke again surged out, trying to mend the slash, but this time the black smoke failed.

Floating high in the void, Xu Yuan gazed down as the head crashed to the ground.

This was his Soul Trace Space, and Mu Nuo, as an intruder, had no chance of victory.

Every fluctuation within the space would be reflected in his mind through the Soul Mark.

Even though Mu Nuo could simulate his thought patterns for combat, under these pre-emptive powers, any hidden schemes to assassinate him were in vain.

The severed head did not dissipate as Xu Yuan had anticipated; instead, it stared at him using its ominously dark eyes, within which a hint of urgency flickered.

Xu Yuan found it odd; Mu Nuo shouldn’t exhibit such emotions. Yet the truth was that Mu Nuo was indeed visibly anxious.

In the Soul Trace Space, there were no fatal injuries. In theory, cutting a neck was no different from cutting a hand. However, the experiences from the prior battle had already led Mu Nuo to an unwilling conclusion.

If this continued, its existence would dissipate by Xu Yuan’s hand.

Its attacks could not land on Xu Yuan; even if they did, it was only because Xu Yuan deliberately risked damage to destroy its source.

Just like the sword that had severed its neck moments ago.

Mu Nuo had no idea why things were playing out this way.

It had clearly absorbed the Soul Intent of this space and simulated Xu Yuan’s thought patterns.

Under the guidance of this thought pattern,

no matter how deep its hatred ran, no matter how uncontainable its rage, no matter how dire the current situation of life and death was, it remained calmly analyzing countermeasures.

Mu Nuo used to relish this sensation.

Calm thoughts, meticulous strategies, rational Sacred Origin allocation—it made it believe it had already achieved an invincible position.

But now, having fallen into disadvantage, this calmness brought it an overwhelming discomfort.

In Xu Changtian’s thought patterns, it felt an emotion called fear, a bone-deep crisis.

It disgusted Mu Nuo, for it had never felt fear before. Yet it simultaneously brought it a trace of mockery.

It hadn’t anticipated that this individual, despite his outward ease and indifference, harbored such cowardice within.

A man who was bold on the surface but weak underneath.

As this thought barely flickered through, Mu Nuo suddenly realized something.

Even in this state, it was still calmly analyzing breakthroughs. Even though fear had already taken root deeply, it continued searching for ways out.

Mu Nuo’s gaze shifted.

Under its watchful eyes, Xu Yuan’s indifferent and condescending expression fell into its vision, as if uncovering the thoughts within its heart:

"Fear does not bring shame. Fear is the instinct of living beings, but under pressure, one must learn elegance."

With that,

he gently lifted his hand, patterns rippling across the back of his hand, as four Giant Swords formed above him, radiating divine light directed at the four limbs of the headless torso below.

With the shared thought pattern, Mu Nuo could predict what Xu Yuan intended; he would dismember it, then destroy its torso piece by piece.

The end was certain.

Yet upon realizing this, Mu Nuo’s disembodied head suddenly laughed.

Facing imminent demise, Xu Yuan’s thought pattern birthed a single mad idea in its heart.