Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 489 - Three Hundred and Twenty-One: Healing Wounds

Chapter 489: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One: Healing Wounds

"...."

As her words reached his ears, Xu Yuan’s hand, hooked around the bend of her slender and shapely leg, slightly tightened, and a look of intensity converged in his eyes.

What does she mean... she’d agree to anything?

This truth Brother Xun spoke of, after every great battle, inevitably comes restocking.

Her slender figure softly descended, her bloodstained garment and red sleeve dancing together in the gentle breeze.

He looked at her:

"Oh? Anything at all?"

"...."

As she sheathed her sword and stored the severed head in the Sumeru Ring, Li Qingyan reached back with her hand, hooking it around his neck. The tender feelings in her heroic brows, akin to water, seemed as if they could be drawn out into a sparkling thread, and the fresh blood on her lips made her appear like a resplendent flower from the other shore:

"The palace always keeps its word, so what would my dear Prince Consort like to do to me?"

Xu Yuan subconsciously licked the coagulated blood at the corner of his mouth, and as a rusty taste spread across his taste buds, he quickly realized something was amiss.

This was a conditional promise.

Once he regains the realm of Soul Condensation, will he still be able to breach her defenses?

Impossible, the gap is too vast; he simply hasn’t the means.

A Soul Condensation powerhouse can’t even break the defenses of a Cultivating Energy Great Grandmaster, let alone a variant of the Martial Path, or this Wrapped Chest Princess adept in military formations.

Tsk... even now, this cunning woman is thinking of luring him with false promises.

As he landed on the ground, the ruins around him stirred up a gentle puff of snow-like smoke due to the buffering.

A glint of amusement flashed through Xu Yuan’s eyes as he softly asked:

"Can you walk on your own?"

Li Qingyan let go of his neck, glanced at the coming strongmen of the retinue, and retorted with a smile:

"What do you think? Even if I cannot, I must persevere before the soldiers."

As she spoke, Li Qingyan withdrew her hand and patted his shoulder, signaling him to let her down.

As she gently bent over to let Li Qingyan’s boots touch the ground, she stumbled and plunged forward.

Xu Yuan quickly caught her waist, his voice carrying a hint of gentle admonishment:

"Must you be so stubborn?"

Li Qingyan stabilized herself with the help of his arm, her brows knitting slightly from pain:

"You don’t understand. As long as I am alive, I cannot show even a trace of weakness before my soldiers..."

"That same old commander theory of yours?"

Xu Yuan interrupted her, but simultaneously withdrew his hand from her slender waist: "Pride comes before a fall."

While speaking, Xu Yuan took a specially made small jade bottle out from the Sumeru Ring and presented it before her:

"Take this."

"..." Li Qingyan first looked at the purple pill in the jade bottle, then glanced at Xu Yuan, her red lips slightly parted, then closed again, her gaze peculiar.

"...." Xu Yuan found himself unable to maintain his composure.

Li Qingyan steadied herself, scolding him with a smile in her eyes:

"Stop fantasizing; I know what this is, a Lubrication Pill."

"Just now, I was merely wondering why such a precious healing sacred medicine, offered to The Imperial Court by the Holy City only once every three years, would be in your hands, Changtian."

Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow and laughed:

"So, why the surprise?"

As Li Qingyan straightened her clothes, she spoke clearly:

"If it’s just an ordinary Lubrication Pill, it would not be difficult for Minister Xu to acquire it with his abilities. However, this Lubrication Pill, covered in pill patterns, is different. The last time the Imperial Family received such an item was during the grand feast for my father’s birthday, and its healing effects are second only to the divine Nine Revival Pill."

A look of surprise passed through Xu Yuan’s eyes as he glanced unintentionally at the jade bottle in his hand.

More than a decade ago?

Such an expensive gift for a first encounter?

The image of the girl disguised as a man surfaced in his mind, and Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment; it seemed he had no choice but to acknowledge that sister-in-law.

As repayment, if he had the chance, he’d slip Xu Changge a dose of medicine.

Yes, just like that.

While pondering this, Xu Yuan turned to Li Qingyan and teased:

"Since it’s so valuable, let’s consider it a loan for now. You can repay it later at market price."

"With something so precious, can’t you be a bit more frugal?"

Li Qingyan looked at Xu Yuan with a helplessness in her eyes, as if she were regarding a spendthrift: "Although my injuries are severe, they can be treated with rest."

With that, she raised her eyes slightly, looking towards the headless body still standing in the void:

"Now that the Barbarian King is slain, the Barbarian Tribes will fall. I won’t have to join the battle for the time being."

Xu Yuan hesitated upon hearing her words:

"You really don’t want it?"

"Do you take me for one of those coy and capricious young ladies?"

"Tsk, not cute at all."

"Heh, you..."

"However, I do happen to like a bit more sensuality."

"...."

Li Qingyan’s eyes twinkled, she didn’t look back, but a trace of a smile crossed her lips.

"Enough of your nonsense, come with me."

"What, finding a room to reward me?"

"... I can’t hold up anymore, I need to find a place to rest."

"Same difference."

"...."

Giving the jovial man a glare, Li Qingyan walked on without another word.

With the area below their mid-air battle as the center, one-fifth of the entire Barbarian Tribe Holy City had been reduced to ruins, presenting a harrowing sight. Nevertheless, some buildings stood out from the ruins, like cranes among chickens.

These residences, built with earthquake-resistant materials plundered from Dayan and in imitation of Dayan architectural style, were likely meant for the noble chieftains among the Barbarian Tribes.

However, compared to the grandeur and delicate charm of Dayan’s architecture, the imitated courtyards of the Barbarian Tribes exuded a kind of violent aesthetic crudeness.

And they were very large.

Entering the courtyard, Xu Yuan surveyed the surroundings, familiar yet unfamiliar architectural styles around him—these buildings were almost all to scale, about twice the size of those within the Dayan Territory.