Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 503 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Eight Leaving

Chapter 503: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Eight Leaving

Since Chi Su desired to use his saintly body as a hope for the remnants of the Barbarian Tribes within the Extreme Black Lands, as his enemy, she Li Qingyan naturally aimed to disrupt his plans.

To utterly annihilate was the greatest respect for an enemy.

The body of Chi Su was instantly enveloped in flames, causing the chaotic Origin Qi around to become furious.

A quarter of an hour later,

The Barbarian King Chi Su completely dissipated from this world at the heart of the Holy City he had built.

The three of them fell silent for a moment.

To be honest, although their interactions were not many, Xu Yuan actually quite admired this Barbarian Strange King Chi Su.

Even with opposing stances, it did not affect his admiration for this Barbarian Strange King.

Talent, strategy, and an undying ideal to the end.

If it weren’t for the advent of the Cloud Qi Bomb, a celestial weapon, the combined forces of the Dayan Dynasty and the Sects totaling six hundred thousand might have indeed faced complete defeat due to this sudden and catastrophic blizzard that hit their rear.

With both the time and terrain in their control, it was a pity that the human element was lacking.

Otherwise, Chi Su might have truly been able to become a player in this world, rather than just a piece.

Of course, whether those two elders in the Imperial Capital would have waged this war of annihilation without the advent of the Cloud Qi Bomb is another matter.

But as much as he admired him, looting the body was still necessary.

After all, admiration couldn’t fill the stomach, and although he was now quite wealthy, who would complain about having too much money?

In the silence of the two women,

Xu Yuan slowly bent down and picked up the Sumeru Ring that belonged to the Barbarian King from the ground.

It was very hot, but the Formation Patterns on it were not damaged, proving that the Wrapped Chest Princess, as a Primordial powerhouse, was still able to precisely control her Dao Charm.

With the Sumeru Ring in hand, Xu Yuan did not immediately explore its contents.

The treasures within, belonging to the Barbarian King as the leader of his people, including various supplies, precious herbs, ores, and even the Scroll of Techniques of the Barbarian Tribes, were all a considerable fortune.

However, since Chi Su was killed by both him and Li Qingyan, how to share the spoils was a bit of a technical matter.

Lost in his thoughts,

Li Qingyan spoke up with a voice tinged with weariness, the fire of Dao Charm she had cast earlier put a significant burden on her injured body:

"You can keep that Sumeru Ring, Changtian."

"Hmm?"

Xu Yuan voiced his surprise, glancing back at her, "You don’t want it?"

Li Qingyan’s voice was soft:

"The Barbarian King’s body as a Saint has more value than the Sumeru Ring. I destroyed it, so naturally, I should not take anything else."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan frowned slightly and did not immediately respond.

The body of the Barbarian King as a Saint had already decayed almost to nothing in the past few days; destroying it or not really made little difference.

He liked to do less and gain more, but he did not like taking advantage of his own woman in such matters.

Owning too much, in the end, was likely to result in repaying with his flesh.

Ha, just a joke.

Li Qingyan seemed to perceive Xu Yuan’s thoughts and said softly:

"If you feel unworthy of accepting it, then consider this Sumeru Ring a thank-you gift for bringing me up from beneath the ground."

"You really don’t want to owe me any favors," Xu Yuan remarked.

"I am Li Qingyan after all."

"Then... then I am..."

"You belong to me."

"Tch, why be so precise with family?"

"Humph..."

Li Qingyan chuckled lightly: "Take your Wan’er, call that fate-deciding person, and let’s head directly south to return to the capital."

Xu Yuan held the Sumeru Ring of Chi Su, appearing hesitant:

"Don’t you need to handle military affairs?"

"....."

Li Qingyan’s smile stiffened, and after a long silence, she replied softly, "There’s nothing to handle, no need for marching, no need for decisions; the Colonels below are capable of coping, my presence would only be for boosting morale."

Seeing the desolation in her eyes, Xu Yuan probed tentatively:

"General... are the casualties heavy?"

"..."

Li Qingyan gently pursed her lips, not responding. She gave Luo Xiran a respectful hand gesture, "Senior, I’ll take my leave first. Please take care of Changtian."

After speaking, her crimson robe merged with the night and disappeared....

Standing in place, Xu Yuan gently rubbed the Sumeru Ring on his fingertip and sighed softly.

When Li Qingyan slew Chi Su, he actually sensed the impact of that strike on the White Armor Army below.

The backlash from the disintegration of the army formation due to the severe injury of the commander wasn’t too heavy, but to gain the power to fight a Saint, all the soldiers below had consumed three Vigor Energy Pills.

The backlash from the formation directly triggered the side effects of the Vigor Energy Pills.

With both injuries combined,

in an instant, he sensed the life force of over a thousand White Armors at the Northern Border vanish.

And for them to disappear from the senses of one who had not yet undergone Mortal Transcendence, there was only one possibility...

Besides, the remaining White Armors from the Northern Border were almost all grievously injured.

Although he provided many precious healing elixirs to the Armored Warriors afterward, the number of those who have not recovered in the following days is likely to multiply several times.

And for those who survive, it is highly probable that they will never make any further progress in their cultivation.

Li Qingyan’s achievements of slaying a Saint with an army of tens of thousands will be sung throughout the world, but these soldiers...

For every general’s success, there are countless bones.

The reputation of a commander is built upon a pile of bones, those of enemies and their own men alike.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yuan glanced at the charred bones of Chi Su.

Any pity they felt for Chi Su, who gave everything for his people, was a desecration of the sacrifices made by these soldiers.

Xu Yuan clenched his fist slightly, and his slender phoenix eyes shimmered with a blood-like light.

Some things, he suddenly understood at that moment.

Letting out a long breath and collecting his thoughts, Xu Yuan projected his will-spirit into Chi Su’s Sumeru Ring.

Then,

he was slightly startled.

Not because the ring was overabundantly stocked, but because it was so barren it was almost empty.

A few medicinal herbs and ores, some elixir medicine from Dayan, a corpse of a spiritual fox along with its demon core, and some barbarian script carved on animal hides.

These were the entire belongings of the Barbarian King.

Xu Yuan opened his mouth in astonishment, glanced unconsciously in the direction where Li Qingyan had left, then at the spot where Chi Su’s body had been incinerated, took a deep breath, and then smiled ambiguously.

Chi Su truly was a fine king for the Barbarian Tribes...

......

A day later,

a military grade B-level lion eagle beast took off from the Barbarian Tribe Holy City, speeding southward and gradually disappearing into the darkness of the sky.

Watching the flying demonic beast grow distant, two figures stood silently in the void.

Suddenly,

a low, respectful voice of a middle-aged man sounded,

"My lord, won’t you meet with Qingyan?"

"Ha....."

A laugh tinged with age came from Marquis Wucheng, who glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, his eyes looking towards the horizon with a hint of affection, "Isn’t this as good as seeing her? Plus, if that girl doesn’t want to see this old man, why force it?"

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly but still spoke softly,

"But that Mortal Transcendence... is a bit odd."

"What Mortal Transcendence? That’s just a little Soul Condensation ghost," Marquis Wucheng’s voice grew colder upon hearing this, "It’s clearly the third son of that old scoundrel by his looks."

The middle-aged man’s pupils constricted upon hearing this,

"If that’s the case, are you really going to let him go just like that...."

"En Sheng, don’t speak of what you shouldn’t," Marquis Wucheng cut him off, focusing on the direction where Li Qingyan left, his voice complex, "There are some things Qingyan must choose for herself."