Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 291 - 216: The Overt Stratagem of Jiatiange

Chapter 291: Chapter 216: The Overt Stratagem of Jiatiange

Under the bright moon, Feng Jiuxuan stood in his white clothes, pure as driven snow, his silhouette flickering past, his long hair gently fluttering by his temples, his sidelong glance revealing a trace of astonishment.

Xu Yuan stared intently at the scene not far from him.

An illusion...

No.

Compared to an illusion, the "intent" that just passed Feng Jiuxuan’s hair tips seemed more like an indescribable and unclear entity.

Xu Yuan said with a hint of excitement,

"Old Man Luo, I just felt something..."

The Saint’s Remnant Soul snorted coldly,

"I’m borrowing your body to manifest ’intent,’ it’s natural that you can see it."

"What do you mean?" asked Xu Yuan, frowning.

"Quiet. We nearly died there."

Upon hearing this,

Xu Yuan was puzzled by the other party’s words but still obediently did as instructed.

He watched as under Old Man Luo’s control of his "intent," he engaged in a distant battle with his uncle.

The moonlight cascaded down, and everything around was extremely serene.

Soon, Xu Yuan understood the meaning behind Old Man Luo’s words.

He could only sense the "intent" that the Saint’s Remnant Soul manifested through controlling his body, but he had never once sensed the "intent" released by Feng Jiuxuan from beginning to end.

Xu Yuan let out a slightly disappointed sigh.

And after the Saint’s Remnant Soul struck back, the scales of the battle quickly tipped one-sidedly.

Feng Jiuxuan stood in place, unmoving, his eyes pondering as he looked at the Saint’s Remnant Soul.

Meanwhile, the Saint’s Remnant Soul kept controlling Xu Yuan’s body in a continuous and awkward dance to evade.

Old Man Luo, I can’t hold on much longer.

As he watched, Xu Yuan complained in his heart,

"Hey, Old Man Luo, why are you losing face so badly?"

"Losing face?" Old Man Luo replied irritably, "Why don’t you try it, youngster?"

Xu Yuan didn’t mind at all,

"I’m just a Soul Condensation cobbled together from herbs; do you really think it’s fair to compare with me?"

"....."

Old Man Luo fell silent for a moment, then coughed lightly,

"Ahem, I would naturally not be like this in my prime, but now indeed I’m no match for your uncle."

Seeing that defeat was imminent, Xu Yuan said teasingly,

"Knowing you’re not his match, you still put on quite a show earlier, didn’t you, old man?"

Old Man Luo took a deep breath,

"Kid, what exactly did I put on just now?"

"I want to see how strong the youngsters of today are..."

"That’s right, just to see how strong, and now we’ve seen."

"......" Xu Yuan.

"All right."

The Saint’s Remnant Soul chuckled, "Old man, I can’t block anymore, you enjoy it yourself."

"....." Xu Yuan.

Regaining control over his body, Xu Yuan immediately prepared himself fully, grasping the Qingyu Sword to face the enemy.

Then,

his vision went completely dark.

...

...

...

It turned out that Xu Yuan was not a singular talent.

Waking up once again from that total despair of near death, Xu Yuan sighed and prepared to continue training.

Although the world was unfair in many aspects, there was still a certain fairness in becoming stronger.

To grow strong in a short time, one had to endure pain that ordinary people could not bear.

Just like when he first sought to cultivate the Blood Essence Meteoring Art.

Getting up and picking up the Qingyu Sword that had fallen aside, Feng Jiuxuan suddenly spoke, not to Xu Yuan but to the Saint’s Remnant Soul,

"Luo Daofan, come out. I have questions for you."

"......" Xu Yuan was taken aback.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged scholar drifted honestly out from the Soul Ring, seemingly aware that the other party would call him out,

"Sword Saint, you may ask directly."

Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze was scrutinizing,

"Why can you use my nephew’s body to release your ’intent’?"

From a distance of several tens of meters, their gazes met for an instant.

Old Man Luo feigned a sigh,

"Those disciples I had in the past were always troublemakers. In order to solve their predicaments, I had to find a way to enhance their ability to protect themselves. Over ten thousand years, it allowed me to comprehend many things."

A flicker of understanding passed through Feng Jiuxuan’s intense eyes,

"Your ’intent’ earlier had a sense of delay; is it because you cannot adapt to Changtian’s body?"

Old Man Luo smiled faintly, his eyes downcast, and replied directly,

"This precious child of your family hasn’t cultivated my techniques, so he can’t maximize my abilities."

Feng Jiuxuan’s dark eyes narrowed, his voice indifferent,

"No wonder you’re so eager to find someone to inherit your legacy."

Pausing for a moment, Feng Jiuxuan’s fingertips touched the Qingyuan Sword, his tone growing thick with killing intent,

"I remember Changge mentioning that you initially wanted to take Changtian as your disciple?"

"....."

The killing intent from Feng Jiuxuan was so palpable that even though it was not directed at Xu Yuan himself, it still nearly suffocated him.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul appeared to have prepared an excuse,

"It was only for self-preservation; I wouldn’t dare to possess him."

As the conversation reached this point, Xu Yuan also came to realize the implications of Old Man Luo’s exchange with Feng Jiuxuan, as well as the meaning behind their previous aerial battle.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul had been with him for over half a year, and he had almost forgotten about it.

Old Man Luo was using this opportunity to demand compensation from the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

Although it was somewhat coerced initially, in essence, there was only a cooperative relationship between the Prime Minister’s Mansion and Old Man Luo, not a hierarchical one.

Now that Old Man Luo had escorted him, the Third Young Master, back to the capital as agreed and had handed over all the resources from the Secret Realm, there had been no word from his father.

Even capitalists don’t exploit people like this.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan chuckled softly to himself.

Well, capitalists may not, but the feudal empire can.

Nevertheless, the fact that Old Man Luo brought this up at this time likely meant he sensed trouble brewing and was preparing to make an escape.