Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 261 - 200 Feng Jiuxuan_2

Chapter 261: Chapter 200 Feng Jiuxuan_2

Seeing Xu Yinhè’s expression, Xu Yuan tentatively asked,

"After twenty thousand years, the formations carved inside these Sumeru Rings must have deteriorated already, right?"

He had previously discussed the matter of the Sumeru Rings with Xu Xinyao.

The rarity of the Sumeru Rings was due to three reasons: first, the assistance of a Saint was needed; second, an Array Master was required; third, the unrestricted mining by the Sects of that era who used Levitation Stones to create their own Secret Realms, leading to the near extinction of Levitation Stones in this world.

The first two issues could be resolved, but the third was an impasse.

Xu Xinyao had even said that in a few thousand years, perhaps this world would no longer have such a thing as the Sumeru Rings.

Xu Yinhè did not answer immediately but glanced at Xu Changge beside him.

Understanding the hint, Xu Changge took out his Tianxun Crystal Orb and started contacting Jiang He at the Geometry Institute.

A moment later,

The old voice of Jiang He was heard in the room, somewhat displeased,

"Xu Changge, if you have something to say, spit it out. I’ve just made progress with the Heaven-Punishing Formation...."

The moment he heard ’Heaven-Punishing Formation’, Xu Changge’s face turned black.

"Jiang He." The voice of Xu Yinhè arose.

"...." Jiang He.

Xu Yinhè uttered his words unhurriedly, with inherent authority,

"I believe, I had already called a halt to that formation."

After speaking,

he calmly glanced at his eldest son.

At those words, a dead silence fell.

Xu Changge immediately lowered his eyes as if playing dead.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Hearing the laughter, Xu Changge gave Xu Yuan a cold glance.

"...."

After a long silence on the other end, Jiang He coughed lightly and then chuckled awkwardly,

"Ahem, that... a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. It’s a new model of bow and crossbow Formation Patterns, nearly ready for mass production."

Xu Yinhè exhaled before continuing without further probing,

"I’ve contacted you this time to ask you something."

Jiang He’s elderly voice carried a hint of obsequiousness, after all, Hua Hong had just allocated funds for him,

"Ah, Prime Minister, you ask. I shall withhold no answers."

"Is there a way to repair a batch of Sumeru Rings from twenty thousand years ago?"

"Twenty thousand years ago?!"

Jiang He’s voice rose slightly, then he drew in a breath of cold air, "How many do you have?"

Xu Yinhè did not respond but looked toward Xu Yuan.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan guessed a rough estimate and said with some uncertainty,

"Approximately... a few dozen?"

Considering the memories remaining in his mind and taking into account the Levitation Stone reserves from twenty thousand years ago scattered in the Qionghua Secret Realm, there should be around a hundred Sumeru Rings.

However, not all of these people were gathered together when Yuchu activated her Charm Secret Technique, and finding a few dozen would already be the limit.

"A few dozen?!"

Jiang He’s voice raised again and, realizing his reaction, he coughed lightly, "It seems the Prime Minister has stumbled upon a fortune. Our Geometry Institute’s Levitation Stone reserves are nearly depleted. With a few dozen Sumeru Rings, you see.... hahaha."

"...."

It was obvious what he meant: he could repair them, but it would cost extra.

The trio of father and sons ignored the old man’s hint for money.

Xu Yuan didn’t have the authority.

Xu Changge, having just been caught out in a misdeed, didn’t dare make a sound.

Xu Yinhè simply didn’t want to deal with the greed of this old friend.

Seeing the silence on the other end, Jiang He grew a bit impatient,

"Fine, fine, fine. Some should be repairable. If not feasible, melting them down and re-crafting should also be possible to create a few. How soon can they be sent over?"

After a pause, Jiang He’s voice took on a teasing tone,

"Zong Qingsheng’s people have already taken several batches of military equipment from our Geometry Institute. The situation at the Northern Frontier must not be going smoothly, right?"

Hearing this mocking tone, Xu Yuan sighed inwardly.

As Xinyao’s mentor, Jiang He was also someone who despised the chaos of war.

A common affliction among scientists, it seemed.

Unlike Xu Xinyao, however, the old man was very clear-headed, knowing that a short pain is better than a long one.

Therefore, he had always been developing new types of weapons for the Prime Minister’s Mansion, including the military adaptation of the Spirit-Repelling Sticky Substance which he had led.

Xu Yinhè didn’t directly answer Jiang He’s question but simply said,

"The Sumeru Rings will be sent to you within a month. How soon can the refurbishment be completed?"

Jiang He didn’t immediately commit to an answer,

"It depends on the extent of damage to the Formation Patterns on the Sumeru Rings, and the stability of the Levitation Stones."

"You have ten days."

"Ten days?" Jiang He snorted coldly: "Xu Yinhè, do you think these Sumeru Rings are cabbages? There are dozens..."

"Changge will give an extra five million taels to the Geometry Institute for funding,"

"Alright then,"

Jiang He changed his face dramatically, his voice cheerful as he replied, "I’ll start having my people prepare the materials today."

After the important matter was discussed, Jiang He didn’t seem to want to end the call; instead, he suddenly asked with a hint of coldness:

"Xu Changtian, I heard you ran into Xinyao on the road?"

Xu Yuan chuckled and responded:

"Yes, I did."

Upon hearing this, Jiang He’s tone was neither cold nor warm, "How has that girl been lately?"

"She’s fine," Xu Yuan equivocated.

"What do you mean by ’fine’?" Jiang He’s tone was somewhat dissatisfied.

Because of his actions in the Imperial Capital, many higher-ups in the Prime Minister’s Mansion actually looked down on him, with Jiang He being the most severe, as he liked picking on Xu Xinyao, and Jiang He had no children of his own, cherishing his obedient disciple Xu Xinyao the most.

Each time Xu Xinyao felt aggrieved and it was discovered, Jiang He would come looking for him with a formidable air.

Of course, in such cases, he would usually be intercepted by Auntie Lou Ji.

Because this old man was much harsher than Xu Changge.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan’s voice took on a touch of amusement:

"Ah? No way? Has Xinyao really not taken the initiative to contact you all this time? She even took the initiative to come find me in Jingjiang Prefecture before."

"......" Jiang He.

The communication was angrily cut off by the other side.

The hall was temporarily quiet for a while.

Xu Yuan slightly organized his thoughts and looked towards Xu Yinhè, who was showing a contemplative expression on the main seat, and asked:

"Father, a month’s time might not be enough, right?"

The Qionghua Secret Realm is located in the Guanyin Mountain Range near the southwestern Wanxing Mountain Range; round trip would take at least two months.

Xu Yinhè’s eyes showed a rare hint of complexity as he said:

"Time is pressing, I’m planning to let your uncle go."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan’s eyes slightly sharpened.

Uncle Feng Jiuxuan, the Sword Saint.

Xu Changge heard this and hesitated before asking:

"Is uncle willing to go?"

The other brothers and sisters didn’t quite understand, but he remembered very clearly.

Because of their mother’s death, the relationship between this uncle and father was not good.

He even said bluntly once,

If Xu Yinhè betrayed mother’s vision, he would personally slay him.

Xu Yinhè was silent for a moment and then sighed:

"The Northern Frontier is in urgent need of men, it can only be so."

After speaking, Xu Yinhè slowly got up and raised his eyes to look towards a tower to the northwest of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and Xu Changge also followed his gaze.

"....."

After thinking for a while, Xu Yuan also pretended to look that way.

As soon as he looked, the father and son had already withdrawn their gazes.

Xu Changge stood up and saluted towards the entrance of the hall:

"Uncle."

It was only when he heard this that Xu Yuan came back to his senses and looked sideways.

The sky was gloomy, and the rain was trickling down.

A figure clad in robes whiter than snow suddenly appeared within the hall.

His face was sharp and distinct like a sculpture, with large lotus patterns faintly visible on his white robes, half of his jet-black hair was tied up high on the back of his head with a white silk thread, and beneath his willow brows were black eyes deep like pools of ink that couldn’t be diluted. He was carrying the Spirit Sword Qingyuan.

Merely standing there made him somewhat unbearable to look at directly, in the physical sense of the word.

Time seemed not to have left any traces on him, like an unsheathed sword’s edge.

Feng Jiuxuan swept a gentle gaze over Xu Changge and Xu Yuan, but when his eyes fell on Xu Yinhè sitting in the main seat, they suddenly turned cold, and he uttered two words:

"What’s the matter?"

Xu Yinhè, still seated, calmly met Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze:

"I need you to do me a favor."

Feng Jiuxuan did not speak.

Xu Yinhè continued:

"Changtian discovered a Secret Realm that contains a large number of Sumeru Rings. Time is short; I have to trouble you."

"Changtian...."

Feng Jiuxuan muttered softly, slowly turning his eyes towards Xu Yuan who was still sitting.

And as his gaze landed on Xu Yuan,

Both Feng Jiuxuan and Xu Yinhè’s expressions stiffened.

Because,

The Spirit Sword Qingyuan was trembling.