Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 472 - Three Hundred Eleven: Why?

Chapter 472: Chapter Three Hundred Eleven: Why?

Boom—

Amidst the violent trembling of the Blood Nest, the three women at the top of the altar each had different expressions on their faces.

Bai Muxi bit the corner of her lip, her eyes faintly filled with strands of expectation.

Li Qingyan’s phoenix eyes flickered with crimson firelight, as Origin Qi swiftly diffused and swept over the entire Blood Nest’s Formation Patterns.

Concerning her actions, ’Qi’ almost instantly became aware of them and looked back, her phoenix eyes filled with scrutiny:

"What are you doing?"

"...."

Amidst the ’boom’ of the tremor, Li Qingyan locked gazes with the ghostified being before her resembling herself for a moment, her voice cold:

"Since you aren’t clear about the Formation of your own lair, allow me to check it for you."

Upon hearing this, ’Qi’s’ phoenix eyes took on a hint of amusement:

"Oh? So you, a woman, understand Formation Path too?"

"Somewhat."

Li Qingyan replied indifferently, "What, worried that I’ll tamper with it?"

"Heh..."

A light chuckle sounded as ’Qi’, who was originally standing by the edge of the Blood Pool, appeared beside Li Qingyan almost instantly. Her arm casually leaned on Li Qingyan’s shoulder, as she slanted her eyes provocatively and spoke with mockery:

"If you were a cultivator of Dao Domain, I would indeed have some reservations, but Martial Path mastery of the Primordial level is not enough to make me wary."

Dao Domain’s attack methods varied greatly, and lethal moves emerged endlessly. Even transcendent beings might fall prey to them if not careful.

But as for Martial Path... before one can wield the Dao Domain, it primarily relies on close combat and physical confrontation.

When the philosophy of overwhelming all techniques with brute force meets an opponent with a stronger physique, there’s barely any chance to stir up waves.

Red sleeves danced, as if twin beauties of unparalleled elegance silently faced each other.

"So you’re worried about Changtian, anxious that he’ll use this great Formation against you."

Li Qingyan dismissively lifted her hand to remove ’Qi’s’ leaning arm from her shoulder, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her phoenix eyes: "I recall you just said you wanted to stay with him until the end of time, didn’t you? So why are you now so distrusting of him?"

"My trust is reserved for Changtian after he fully transforms into a ghost."

’Qi’ was unfazed by Li Qingyan’s sarcasm, smilingly rubbing the wrist Li Qingyan had pushed away, pulling Bai Muxi closer: "And until then, of course, some precautions are necessary."

"......"

Knowing that the other party was planning to use the two of them as pawns, Li Qingyan no longer paid attention to this ghostified queen, her special perception of Origin Qi scanning through the rugged Formation Patterns that spread throughout the cavern.

A leader must at least understand the control of military Formations for the charge and slaughter but as a commander, understanding the Path of martial practice is essential.

Because battlefields change in the blink of an eye, and the world’s spellcraft is also quite odd and varied.

One doesn’t need to be proficient, but at the very least, in the event of an emergency, the commander should be able to distinguish the means employed by the enemy forces with the assistance of aides and strategy officers, and take countermeasures.

And Formation Path is one of them.

After all, warfare is fundamentally about using every means possible to crush the enemy forces, and Formations are one of the methods to exterminate adversaries at the least cost.

In the military travels, she had seen many Formations,

Illusion Arrays, Trapping Formations, Slaying Formations...

Against individual opponents, against armies, against cities...

The list goes on.

After Origin Qi had roughly scanned the Formation Patterns, Li Qingyan immediately realized that the Formation enveloping the entire Blood Nest was actually designed to trap and kill high-level Cultivators.

Being only somewhat knowledgeable, Li Qingyan couldn’t identify the key points, but she sensed that the energy flow logic of this Trapping and Slaying Formation was somewhat chaotic.

Most Trapping and Slaying Formations in this world are inward-facing, yet at this moment, the energy flow direction of this Formation was converging towards the outside...

"Plunk!"

Suddenly, a splash erupted from the Blood Pool, and a figure with a blood-colored silhouette gently landed beside the three women.

Casting a glance at the two red-clad women standing together, Xu Yuan used his spiritual vision to briefly discern the true from the false, and spoke:

"The Formation has been activated by me; we’re ready to leave at any moment."

With that,

Xu Yuan glanced sideways at ’Qi’ and asked in a low voice:

"Luo Xiran, how is Chi Su’s condition now?"

’Qi’s’ beautiful eyes sparkled with a smile, as she took a few graceful steps forward, staring into his crimson eyes and tenderly said:

"He should still be stabilizing his realm. It’ll take him a while to get here."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan felt a temporary relief in his heart.

It seemed that breaking through to the Saint realm was taking far longer than he had anticipated...

"Changtian..."

While musing, the ’Li Qingyan’ before him suddenly tiptoed and delicately sniffed at his neck with her petite, upturned nose:

"I... somehow feel that you’ve changed a bit?"

"......"

Xu Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and without a sound, he raised his palm to hold her shoulder. As he pushed ’Qi’ slightly away, he grinned and said,

"Really, what’s changed?"

’Qi’ tilted her head and examined Xu Yuan for a few moments, glancing at his palm:

"Hmm... maybe it’s just my imagination."

As soon as she finished speaking,

Xu Yuan snorted lightly, ready to remove his hand. But then, an unexpected turn of events happened!

The ’Li Qingyan’ looking ’Qi’s’ right shoulder suddenly split open, and her upper body slightly tilted to the left; her red robe along with the flesh below started to tear apart.

In an instant,

The elegant and stunning ’Li Qingyan’ had a two-foot-long ferocious maw tearing diagonally through her shoulder.

White, sharp fangs lined the horrid mouth, and sticky, repulsive tentacles of flesh instantly wrapped around and ensnared Xu Yuan’s hand resting on her shoulder!

"......."

Seeing this, Xu Yuan suppressed his disgust and did not draw back his hand.

Damn it.

A blood flesh monster was, after all, just a blood flesh monster. No matter how much it resembled his Wrapped Chest Princess on the outside, it was nothing but a mass of flesh forcibly shaped together.