Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 230 - One Hundred and Eighty-One: The Lowly? _3

Chapter 230: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One: The Lowly? _3

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master’s withered fist clenched slightly:

"Do you want Xiaohe to become one of those who sell laughter?"

The Great Elder’s expression remained unchanged:

"Considering you had a child late in life, but Xu Yinhè must possess direct evidence to attack the city, given that this person in his thirties has been entrusted with such an important task, it would not belittle Xiaohe."

"Why don’t you send your granddaughter?!" The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master’s expression was calm, but his voice was suppressed with anger.

"If this young master likes her, why not?" The Great Elder looked down, sipping his wine as he calmly replied, "If the young master is interested, Zhao Hua can also serve."

Zhao Hua, the Great Elder’s wife.

"....."

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master shot a cold glance at the Great Elder but ultimately chose to remain silent...

Upon arriving on the deck, Xu Yuan once again saw Zhou Xiaohe, the large bear-like loli, now dressed in palace attire with hair coiffed up, her figure still hard to conceal.

Exchanging glances, Xu Yuan waved his hand to signal the accompanying personnel to scram, then smiled and said:

"Miss Xiaohe, your father is waiting for you inside. Please come with me."

Zhou Xiaohe’s eyes flashed, appearing very uninhibited as she cheerfully said:

"Now that I’m in the young master’s place, of course I’ll listen to the young master’s arrangements."

Walking on the spacious deck, Xu Yuan casually inquired:

"I’ve heard that Miss Xiaohe always travels the world with someone quite taciturn?"

"Are you referring to Li Zhu?"

"Seems to be this name." Xu Yuan nodded.

Zhou Xiaohe’s eyes dimmed momentarily:

"He died a few days ago, a warrior’s death defending Shengshan County against the Demonic Beast horde."

"....."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan’s steps faltered slightly.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaohe asked softly:

"Young master?"

"Somewhat surprised."

Xu Yuan composed himself and said truthfully, "Men who die with such honor are admirable."

Although he had only met him twice, that Li Erzhu indeed seemed like someone who could do such a thing.

After all, he was the "fool" who would go all the way to the border during a Demonic Beast tide to exorcise the beasts and protect the people.

"...." Zhou Xiaohe lowered her eyes.

Watching the side of Zhou Xiaohe’s sullen face, Xu Yuan suddenly asked:

"Then Miss Xiaohe, do you know the reason behind the rise of Shengshan County?"

Zhou Xiaohe’s figure trembled slightly, but then she smiled as if nothing had happened and said:

"Young master, the reason for its rise?"

She had to consider the Sect’s interests.

Looking into her eyes, Xu Yuan spoke deliberately:

"Because your Myriad Manifestation Sect intends to slaughter the city and create a ghost fog."

Zhou Xiaohe frowned and said with a salute:

"Young master, what do you mean by that? The Sect has just recently supported Shengshan County..."

"Are you sure?" Xu Yuan interrupted, his eyes filled with a strange expression.

Zhou Xiaohe, puzzled, but spoke with firmness:

"Young master, I don’t understand what you are talking about."

"......."

Xu Yuan’s gaze softened instantly as if he were looking at someone long gone:

"Just a joke, don’t take it seriously."

As he spoke,

he reached out and wrapped his arm around Zhou Xiaohe’s shoulder, softly saying:

"Xiaohe, I’m a bit drunk."

"....."

Zhou Xiaohe’s form shivered slightly, but she acquiesced.

The two made their way silently into a loft surrounded by prohibitive seals.

Entering the chamber,

seeing Xu Yuan embracing his daughter, the Myriad Manifestation Sect Master, who had become a father late in life, involuntarily held his breath but said nothing.

Xu Yuan looked at his expression, smiled slightly, and his fingers gently brushed across Zhou Xiaohe’s delicate cheeks as they lay on her shoulder:

"Sect Master, you care very deeply for this daughter of yours, don’t you?"

The Sect Master remained silent, but the Great Elder beside him chuckled and said:

"The Sect Master had his daughter late in life; naturally, he cherishes her."

"I see."

Xu Yuan nodded, smiled, but the smile was very cold.

Then,

"Puchi!"

With the long-accumulated power of the Saint’s Remnant Soul, a sharp blade suddenly pierced through Zhou Xiaohe’s slender body, shattering her heart.

Almost simultaneously,

"Buzz—"

Immense Origin Qi suddenly erupted within the cramped chamber, and the Myriad Manifestation Sect Master, unable to suppress his rage, exclaimed:

"You’re courting death!!!"

But the next moment,

"Bang!"

A muffled sound,

The peculiar wooden flooring collapsed directly, and the Myriad Manifestation Sect Master was pressed onto the broken floor by the Great Elder beside him.

Upon witnessing this scene, Xu Yuan slowly drew out the Qingyu Sword, gently laid Zhou Xiaohe down on the floor, and said softly:

"Enough, stop this farce. Sect Master, you’ve been undergoing Mortal Transcendence for over thirty years, how could you possibly be restrained by the Great Elder, who’s only been undergoing it for half a year.

Having said that,

Xu Yuan stepped past the two and walked back to sit down on the soft couch.

By the time he turned his gaze back, the farce was over, and the Myriad Manifestation Sect Master had moved to the side of the critically injured and dying Zhou Xiaohe as if he had teleported. Zhou Xiaohe’s mouth was overflowing with fresh blood, while the Myriad Manifestation Sect Master used his powerful cultivation to forcibly extend the life of the brilliant Zhou Xiaohe.

Even with a shattered heart, there was still hope in this world.

However, Xu Yuan looked at the Sect Master with anger-filled eyes and uttered two despair-inducing words:

"Stop."

"......" The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master ignored him, his face filled with guilt as he continued to forcibly sustain his daughter’s life.

Xu Yuan spoke softly:

"Such deep father-daughter affection, truly touching. However, if you don’t stop now, I might just have the Black Scale Army directly slaughter your sect."

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master looked up, his aged face filled with rage:

"Young Master, what do you mean by this?"

Xu Yuan’s eyes stared back, deep and unfathomable:

"Eight thousand three hundred and fourteen."

"What?"

"Two hundred and seventy thousand."

"Young Master, please speak clearly." The Great Elder suddenly spoke up, aware that the Sect Master was at the brink of erupting.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan lifted the wine pot in front of him, poured himself a cup, and said at a leisurely pace:

"The former, the number of Shengshan Border Army soldiers died protecting the people of Shengshan, the latter, an approximate number of Shengshan civilians who have died at the maws of Demonic Beasts."

"Thud!"

Xu Yuan slammed the wine pot down in front of him, lifted his cup, and poured it onto the ground:

"Every single one of them had their own families,

"Sect Master,

"Do you now feel the emotions of their loved ones?"

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master froze for an instant before he laughed with reddened eyes:

"You...you’re doing all this for a bunch of lowly commoners?!"

"......"

Xu Yuan sighed, did not argue, silently took out a stabilized crystalline object from the Sumeru Ring, held it in his hand, and repeated:

"Stop."

After a pause,

Xu Yuan grinned and said in a subtle tone:

"Of course,

"Sect Master, you can also try to kill me."