Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 157 - 137: Arrival (Combined - )

Chapter 157: Chapter 137: Arrival (Combined Chapter)

After sensing that someone’s Origin Qi fluctuation had receded,

Ran Qingmo removed her hand from Xu Yuan’s mouth and looked at him as she asked softly,

"Why...would she seek you out like this? This is already the seventh time."

Xu Yuan’s face also revealed a hint of perplexity as he lightly shook his head:

"I’m not very sure, perhaps she wants to set an anchor point on me, after all, that was her initial purpose for seeking me out."

"Oh...."

Ran Qingmo’s eyes flickered, uncertain whether to believe him, but she said nothing more.

At that moment,

the voice of the Saint’s Remnant Soul opportunistically resonated in the depths of Xu Yuan’s heart with a teasing tone:

"Heh...lad, are you sure that girl is only setting up an anchor point? It’s been nearly ten days."

Xu Yuan glanced at the other party on his index finger and replied in his mind:

"What else could it be?"

The Saint’s Remnant Soul chuckled and said:

"Didn’t you, young man, bully her using methods that don’t require cultivation? Judging by your description just now, it seems you spent quite a long time together in the Illusionary Realm."

Xu Yuan’s eyes slightly lowered, he was silent for a moment, then gently shook his head:

"A dream of yellow beams, nothing more."

The Saint’s Remnant Soul, with a trace of deep meaning, said:

"As long as one remains human, it’s hard to escape the word ’emotion.’ The length of time you spent in that dream is enough to engrave it deeply into your bones."

Xu Yuan shook his head, "No matter how long the time is, it’s still just a dream, Old Man Luo, could you fall in love with someone from your own dreams?"

The Saint’s Remnant Soul laughed lowly, "After becoming a soul, I haven’t had any more dreams, I’ve long forgotten what that feels like."

"Sand slipping through fingers."

"Hmm?"

"I’m saying that what’s in the dream is like sand slipping through the fingers," Xu Yuan looked in the direction where the Origin Qi fluctuation had disappeared.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul observed Xu Yuan for a few moments, then fell silent, saying no more.

Xu Yuan also did not speak further, and continued walking forward, thinking about those memories from the dream.

An immense dream, a whole panorama. Upon waking, the scenes and emotions of the dream would wander restlessly through one’s heart, misleading one into thinking it real. But as time passes, those recollections and emotions from the dream rapidly fade away.

These memories, too, are like sand slipping through fingers.

The more you remember them, the quicker they disperse.

In reality, very few people can remember specifics of what happened on a given day years ago, let alone in a dream-like Illusionary Realm. Xu Yuan had almost completely forgotten the beginning of the Illusionary Realm, and even the latter part was left with only fragments of memories.

Thinking thus, Xu Yuan slowly raised a hand.

A slight surge of Origin Qi.

A blood-red Spiral Bone Drill, as thin as a toothpick, appeared in the palm of his hand, transforming into a blood-colored light that rapidly shuttled between his palm and fingertips.

As if an extension of his limb.

A few moments later, after taking a deep breath, he gripped tightly, and the Spiral Bone Drill instantly turned into a wisp of blood-colored Origin Qi, dissipating into the air.

Watching this scene, Xu Yuan’s gaze lowered.

Unrelated to memory, some of the body’s habits had indeed remained.

Walking in silence for a distance, Xu Yuan suddenly lifted his eyes to look at the spot where Tianyan’s Origin Qi had vanished, his expression somewhat complex.

He could roughly guess why Tianyan was so angry.

Although the vast majority of memories were indistinct, leaving only a vague impression, what happened at the very end of the Illusionary Realm was still quite clear.

After replaying the scene of the Qionghua Sect’s destruction, he and Tianyan abruptly found themselves in front of the courtyard, on the hillside where they used to live within the Qionghua Sect.

The place where he and Tianyan used to reside in the Qionghua Sect.

The wind brushed the grassland, and waves of wheat swayed. Yuchu stood under the peach tree outside the courtyard, waiting for them.

Xu Yuan could no longer clearly recall Yuchu’s appearance; he only remembered her as a woman with a smile as radiant as peach blossoms.

She appeared quite at peace with the impending death, even yearning for it.

In front of that familiar annex, Yuchu answered many of their questions.

She explained everything about the Illusionary Realm in detail, including how the memories of the Illusionary Realm would fade after leaving it...

Standing under the splendid peach tree, Yuchu looked at the two with a gentle smile on her lips:

"The things in the Illusionary Realm... you’ll probably forget them, just like a beautiful dream."

A beautiful dream...

It indeed was a very beautiful dream.

Lost in thought, Xu Yuan’s lips curved slightly upward, but then he sighed shortly after.

In the very end, when he requested Yuchu to detain Tianyan in the Illusionary Realm, as he had expected, she flew into a rage beside him.

She became very, very furious.

Looking back now, Xu Yuan felt that she probably would have seen it as a betrayal at that time.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan sighed and shook his head.

Heh, one might as well drop the ’probably;’ such an action at that time was indeed betrayal.

A stark betrayal.

According to his memory,

at the end of the Illusionary Realm, even he himself emotionally regarded it as a betrayal, and was extremely reluctant to do it.

But reason still led him to do so.

This benefited from the girlfriends he had had from middle school until the years before his transmigration to this world.

Xu Yuan had always been very rational about love.

He didn’t much believe in the notion of one person, one lifetime, one pair—things of that sort.

Therefore, Xu Yuan did not regret his choice to flee, and he was even somewhat grateful that he wasn’t swayed by those "illusory" emotions back then.

Because now, four days later, those feelings of joy, sorrow, compassion, and so on in the Illusionary Realm were almost entirely dissipating like sand slipping through fingers...

Yuchu hadn’t lied to him,

This was, indeed, a wonderful dream.

But now that the dream was over, everything should also come to an end.

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The sun was setting in the west, and the blood-red sunset spread across the snow-covered forest.