Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 228 - One Hundred and Eighty-One: The Lowly Folk?

Chapter 228: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One: The Lowly Folk?

When the news of the war’s approach reached the luxurious taverns beside the Duanhai Waterfalls, that idle noble son continued to drink and appreciate the enchanting figure of the dancer.

Hearing the growing chaos of panicked people and horses outside, the dancer and musicians subconsciously stopped their performance.

This pause immediately drew the dissatisfaction of the noble son, but instead of getting angry, he teased with a smile,

"Why stop? Don’t stop the music, and you, continue dancing. Right now, those who are fleeing either have inscription ships or flying Demonic Beasts. Do you have one too?"

"...."

The dancer was silent for a moment, then continued to dance to the musician’s string music.

Her long jade legs half-revealed during the dance, the dancer’s slender waist twisted enchantingly, and the fine wine made the atmosphere in the chaotic city serenely peaceful.

During the dance, that effeminate man slowly pushed the door open and entered, holding a piece of paper as he walked up behind the noble son.

The noble son glanced at the man’s expression and roughly guessed the outcome, laughing as he said,

"So it seems the Prime Minister’s Mansion is not planning to give Myriad Manifestation Sect a chance to choose freely?"

The effeminate man’s expression was somewhat solemn as he leaned in to whisper,

"Young Master, East City has fallen."

"...."

Hearing this, the noble son’s leisurely smile suddenly froze on his face.

The effeminate man continued in a somber voice,

"The Prime Minister moved troops without going through the court. His Majesty should have another reason to act now."

The noble son’s brows gradually furrowed,

"Idiot, shut up. If Xu Yinhè dares to move the troops, he must have evidence that could destroy a sect and a reason to deploy troops."

The effeminate man was startled, quickly kneeling to apologize,

"Third... Young Master, it’s my lack of consideration..."

The noble son thought for a moment, let out a sigh, and waved his hand, his tone once again casual,

"It’s alright, get up. I remember it’s only been two quarters of an hour since that man started shouting. How could it fall so quickly with the Protective City Formation?"

Speaking softly, the man handed over the small piece of paper,

"Young Master, this is the rough account from the Shadow Guard."

The noble son took it.

After reading it carefully, he let out a long sigh,

"The military strength of the Black Scale Army has actually reached such a level, they are at least far ahead of us in terms of military equipment..."

The effeminate man said softly,

"Young Master, it was a case of the prepared striking the unprepared; the defenders of Wanxiang City had no time to react."

The noble son shook his head,

"Zhang Rou, having no time to react is also a kind of strength."

With that, the noble son slowly stood up and walked step by step to the window, raising his eyes to the enormous Xuanying still hovering in mid-air,

"Those people up there at the Xuanying Attic are really ruthless. The Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation didn’t make a sound before launching the attack... tsk tsk."

Having said that,

The noble son swung his leg over the window sill, ready to leap down directly.

The effeminate man was startled,

"Young Master, you... what is this?"

"Of course, I’m running away. Do you expect me to just sit here and wait for death?"

The noble son replied as if it were obvious, with a hint of helplessness, "There are people in the Myriad Manifestation Sect who know that I came here stealthily. With the city in such chaos and that person in the sky so ruthless, who would know if they killed me on a whim?"

"..." The effeminate man.

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The news of the fall of Wanxiang East City rapidly spread throughout the city through various channels.

Although the Wanxiang garrison was only a second-tier force trained by the martial arts halls and not elite troops, no one had expected them to collapse so quickly under the protection of the Protective City Formation.

Neither the Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestation nor the Great Elder had anticipated this.

Fortunately, after seizing East City, the Black Scale Army did not pursue further but began to organize and maintain order amidst the chaos in the city.

Inside the Xuanyin Pavilion, it was dead silent,

Xu Xinyao stood to one side, not speaking, her entire demeanor cool and composed.

The young man sat alone on a soft couch, with two elders kneeling on cushions before him, their expressions showing no dissatisfaction.

Xu Yuan meticulously poured a cup of wine for each of the two elders and pushed it towards them,

"Elders, I apologize for being a little late as I was washing up and dressing."

After saying that,

Xu Yuan paused, with deep significance,

"Everything on the Black Scale Army’s side went according to plan. I forgot about the time and didn’t send a signal, so they just directly started the first phase of the operation. I hope the elders will not take offense."

"...."

The Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation kept his composure, his tone much more cordial than before, saying cheerfully,

"Young Master is focused on his tasks and not disturbed by external factors. Of course, this old man understands."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan smiled. It seemed that anyone could master the art of flattery.

After a moment, the Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation, looking somewhat hesitant, asked,

"But what I don’t know is what exactly Young Master referred to as the ’first phase’..."

Xu Yuan replied openly, with a laugh,

"Actually, the plan is simple. The first phase is from point to line, the second phase... from line to surface. As for the third phase..."

At this point, Xu Yuan chuckled meaningfully and fell silent.

"...."

The Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation remained calm and unaffected.

Xu Yuan then spoke with a gentle smile,

"Elder, no need to be anxious. The start of the next phase of the plan should be in two hours, we still have time."

The Sect Master smiled faintly and took a sip of wine,

"Two hours?"

Xu Yuan gave no immediate response, rubbing his temple with a look of annoyance,

"Look at my memory, it’s a bit hazy. It was maybe one hour, right?"

After a pause,

Xu Yuan glanced at Xu Xinyao and asked,

"Xinyao, when did we set it for?"

"...."

Xu Xinyao kept her lips sealed tight, still looking cool and collected, with no intention of speaking.