Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 265 - 204 Northern Frontier and Imperial Capital

Chapter 265: Chapter 204 Northern Frontier and Imperial Capital

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"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty!"

When the Barbarian Strange King appeared in the human camp, it had already been completely occupied by the barbarians. One after another, the tall and mighty barbarians set down their spoils and knelt before him, performing the rituals of the Barbarian Tribes.

Moving forward, the Barbarian Strange King eventually stopped in front of the large tent at the heart of the camp.

Here were gathered three hundred surrendered elite troops of the Guards, all kneeling on the ground with their clavicles pierced, including a robust middle-aged man who was seated cross-legged in the center.

Surrounding them, the flickering light of the fires cast shadows on the fully armored tower-like barbarian elites, armed and standing erect.

As if sensing something, the middle-aged man in the center slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the barbarians who were approaching through the snow.

With the support of his trusted aide beside him, the middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and calmly stared at the incoming Barbarian Strange King.

Amidst the crackling of the campfire’s flames,

the Barbarian Strange King walked up and stopped two meters in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was burly, but he still seemed somewhat shorter in front of the tower-like figure of the Barbarian Strange King.

The middle-aged man stood with a straight back:

"Are you the Barbarian King?"

"Indeed, I remember you," the Barbarian Strange King said, gazing at the other, and slowly uttered a rather awkward sentence in Dayan’s language:

"A commanding officer by Wu Yuan’s side on Dali Mountain."

The middle-aged man responded with a smirk:

"It is truly humbling and frightening that Lord Barbarian King remembers me. But back on Dali Mountain, I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing Lord Barbarian King, as you always hid behind your camp and never showed yourself."

The Barbarian Strange King was not angered, and said calmly:

"I believe that your surrender was not merely to seek death."

The middle-aged man nodded and said:

"You’re smart, Barbarian King. I surrendered for two reasons."

The Barbarian Strange King nodded in return:

"After you’ve spoken, this king can grant you dignity in death."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists in gratitude:

"Then I must thank you, Lord Barbarian King. First, on behalf of our Princess, I am to deliver a message to you."

At these words, the corners of the Barbarian Strange King’s keratin-covered lips seemed to curl into a smile, deep with meaning:

"It has been two months since we parted on Dali Mountain. This king thought that today on Yunshun Mountain, I would see Wu Yuan again. But the noble had urgent matters and left early. What does she want to say to me?"

The middle-aged man looked straight at the Barbarian Strange King, neither servile nor overbearing, and said in a deep voice:

"The Princess asked me to tell you, Lord Barbarian King,

’Time and tide wait for no one, I shall temporarily return this horns artifact to the Strange King, and reclaim it later along with your head.’

As he spoke,

the middle-aged man pulled out half of a horn-shaped artifact from his cloth attire and handed it to the towering Barbarian King before him.

The Barbarian Strange King accepted it with an unchanged expression, indeed the bone spike he had lost at Dali Mountain to Wu Yuan:

"Good, this king can wait for her.

"The second matter?"

"......"

The middle-aged man didn’t speak immediately. Under the gaze of the barbarians, he knelt down and made a deep bow to the south.

Then, he stood up, looked back, and glanced at the three hundred kneeling soldiers, saying with a smile:

"My Thousand-Thorn Camp wishes to present a special gift to you, Lord Barbarian King, on behalf of the Princess."

No sooner had he finished speaking, than the atmosphere seemed to shift abruptly. With a flash of murderous intent in his eyes and no warning, the middle-aged man transformed his fist into a palm and stabbed toward his own chest.

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The Barbarian Strange King saw it, his demeanor still calm, without the slightest intention to stop him.

Because half of the three hundred surrendered troops behind the middle-aged man were making the same move.

Source Crystals.

These humans directly swallowed the Source Crystals brimming with violent Origin Qi into their bellies.

Immediately after, a loud laughter spread throughout the camp:

"Princess, my life has come to an end. In the next life, I, Kong Yanghao, still wish to be your subordinate!"

The next instant,

a whirlwind rose abruptly, flames shot into the sky, and a massive mushroom cloud surged into the night of snow and wind........

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In the forty-fifth year of the Jiaying era,

blizzards from the heavens descended upon the Northern Frontier, Wu Yuan retreated in defeat from Yunshun Mountain, and all five thousand soldiers of the Qianji Camp sacrificed their lives.

Seven days later, Marquis Wucheng suddenly appeared in Northern Border City, leading the Northern Border Army from the four towns into the barren snowy plains of the North.

At the same time, a piece of gossip started to spread in the bustling Di’an City.

The third young master of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Xu Yuan, had returned to the Imperial Capital.

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Compared to the tumultuous battle situation in the Northern Frontier, Xu Yuan’s life in the Imperial Capital was quite peaceful.

His father had no immediate intention of having him take over any affairs, and the apparent heir was still that annoying elder brother.

Therefore, his life was quite leisurely.

It wasn’t until two days later that Xu Yinhè called him to the study and gave him a letter, asking if the person mentioned inside was Zhou Chen or himself.

The signature was Li Junqing, a younger brother whom Xu Yuan had only recently recognized.

Upon reading the content of the letter, Xu Yuan laughed out loud.

It was very restrained, with no flowery jargon, but the intent to flatter and kill with praise was apparent at a glance.

Xu Yuan had thought his father would ask him about some matters, but Xu Yinhè just gave him a veiled reminder that if he went out for entertainment, he should not blow his cover if he encountered the Third Prince in pleasure quarters.

However, Xu Yuan currently had no intention of visiting those places at all because he needed to focus on cultivation.

The Nine Elemental Calming Art allowed him to cultivate at all times, but still, the speed couldn’t keep up with his own dedicated cultivation sessions.

In this world that could be considered highly martial and extraordinary, although cultivation wasn’t everything, lacking it was absolutely unacceptable if one wanted to sit in his father’s position.

Therefore, his life in the Imperial Capital was similar to his time in Jingjiang Prefecture; the only difference was probably the unlimited supply of cultivation resources such as Elixir Medicine and Source Crystals.

As the heart of Dayan, Di’an City had an extremely abundant supply of various materials drawn from all places, and naturally, the Prime Minister’s Mansion’s storeroom was no exception.

During this time, Xu Yuan had truly come to understand what it meant to be so rich it’s disconcerting.

He nibbled on various precious Elixir Medicines, worth a hundred taels each, like jelly beans, going through over a thousand taels of silver in a day.

Occasionally, he would even consume a Supreme Grade Elixir worth ten thousand taels.

Compared to the expenses of cultivation, his previous expenditures on nightlife at the Hook Bar seemed utterly negligible.

Pop pills, cultivate, eat, pop pills, cultivate, enjoy medicinal baths, sleep.

The life of a rich man is just that dull and boring.

Occasionally, Xu Changge, his elder brother, would take time out of his busy schedule to visit him, bringing a bit of pain to Xu Yuan’s dull and boring life.

Under the guise of helping him train his combat skills.

They practiced sword techniques together.

Gentleman’s agreement, Xu Changge would only use his sword skills and not utilize Origin Qi, whereas Xu Yuan could use Saintly Soul Power.

Having more than a decade’s worth of instinct integrated into his body in the Illusionary Realm, Xu Yuan wasn’t very apprehensive about this elder brother at first.

However, after being hung up and beaten a few times, Xu Yuan took the pain to heart.

Right, he simply played dead, slackened, and outright refused to spar anymore.

Besides that, what struck Xu Yuan the most about the Prime Minister’s Mansion in the Imperial Capital was the abundance of high-level cultivators, as common as cabbages.

Occasionally, after a meal, walking around the wetland lake, he would see five or six Third Grade Great Masters reporting on their work, with most Protectors having at least a Grade Fifth cultivation or higher, and even the least of the maids and attendants generally possessing around an Eighth Grade cultivation level.

About half a month into such a life, the news of Xu Yuan’s return to the capital was deliberately let out.

As a result,

his dull and boring life gained one more activity: visiting the Hook Bar to listen to music.