Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 506 - Three Hundred and Thirty: This Palace Wants to See Her

Chapter 506: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty: This Palace Wants to See Her

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed.

The old man had returned to the side of the youth clad in beast skins, striking him on the back of his head with his palm. His aged voice lowered, tensely scolding:

"Idiot, stop looking!"

Clutching the back of his head, the youth in beast skins looked towards his master in confusion.

"Master, what’s... what’s wrong?"

As he spoke, the youth’s gaze unintentionally drifted once more towards the silhouette of the woman.

Garbed in palace attire, her elegant figure seemingly glided over the snow without leaving a trace, her long hair cascading down her back in stunning grace and elegance, looking entirely at odds with everything around her.

It was like a pure lotus blooming out of the murky mud.

It appeared she intended to enter the city.

Turning her face to the side, the glow from the Inscription Lamps on the ancient city walls reflected in the snow, casting a light upon her face that made her skin seem more translucent, her beauty soft as jade, and her golden pupils shimmering faintly with divinity.

Almost in an instant, the young girl strode past them, heading inside the city walls.

Slap!

An experienced sergeant slapped a White Armor soldier on the head who had been stunned into daze by the woman’s beauty and muttered under his breath:

"Don’t look! That token belongs to someone from the Prime Minister’s Mansion; the cultivation level of that young girl is unfathomable!"

Why did the White Armored soldiers, who are usually so arrogant in front of their master, behave like docile sheep in front of this young girl?

Slap!

While pondering, the youth in beast skins was again slapped on the head by his master; the thick bearskin cap did nothing to mitigate the force of his master’s hand:

"Still looking, you’re still looking! Do you want us both to die here?"

Compared to the sergeant’s tension, the voice of the old man in beast skins carried a hint of resentful fear.

The youth in beast skins immediately reigned in his thoughts.

He had never seen his master like this; to him, his master had always been calm, even if the sky were falling.

Though puzzled, the youth obediently looked away and didn’t ask any further.

An elder and a young man just stood in the open snow of Northern Border City’s walls, nervously waiting for the silhouette of the girl to slowly vanish into the grand and lofty gate of Northern Border City, atop the snow that had once buried countless bodies of Dayan Armored Soldiers and Barbarian Tribes.

After a long while,

The voice of the youth in beast skins came tentatively, as if fearing another slap: "Master, was that beautiful lady really that pretty..."

"Enough."

The old man in beast skins, still shaken, had tied a bag of broken silver onto the horse. He turned his gaze back with emphasis, "Tong Xi, we’re merely martial artists, we could say we practice martial arts, but that person just now was a true immortal."

The youth in beast skins seemed to understand but not quite:

"A true immortal... then why were you so nervous, master?"

"An immortal’s temper is unpredictable, just like those high-ranking officials in the big cities, with dispositions that are unfathomable."

The elder shook his head, saying with a lingering fear: "My junior brother was casually killed just because he glanced a few more times at some immortals who were descending the mountain."

For the first time, the youth in beast skins frowned:

"Then why not seek revenge?"

In his eyes, killing someone warranted retribution, debts were to be repaid; it was the natural order.

The elder opened his mouth, his eyes complex, suddenly hesitating whether to send the young man to the Imperial Capital or not.

Although the Imperial Capital was vast and bustling, filled with countless opportunities, it didn’t seem like a good choice for the naive young man before him.

Amidst the silence, the elder mounted his horse and pulled the youth up too, steering the horse southward as they rode:

"Blame your master’s incompetence, but once we get to the Imperial Capital, you must contain your naïveté, look less, listen less, speak less, do more."

"Oh..." The youth still didn’t understand: "So we’re not seeking revenge?"

"....."

The elder seemed somewhat helpless, and as they gradually moved away, his voice carried a trace of hearty laughter: "If you could become an immortal, it might be possible, if you’re strong enough.

"Tong Xi, remember, in front of those common folk we may be strong martial artists, but in front of true high officials and nobility, we are just ants."

As he spoke, the old man glanced back at the snake-skin bag tied above the horse:

"They agreed to a hundred and sixty liang, even if those military thieves gave us less than half, your master still had to smile and watch their mood; if your master could step into the innate realm, it would be a whole different story.

"Kid, you must become stronger in the future, strong enough that no one dares to bully you!"

The youth appeared to understand:

"Oh....."

"Alright, let’s kill some more barbarians, then I’ll take you to the Imperial Capital..."

The voices of master and apprentice faded into the vast snowy plains, eventually becoming two black dots that vanished from sight, while on the other side of the enormous Northern Border City, new guests... or rather, new masters, were arriving.’

A massive lion-eagle beast, unchecked by the city gates, flew directly over the towering hundred-zhang walls, and with ear-piercing eagle cries, descended into the ruins of the Demonic Beast Department.

Greeted by a group of Demonic Beast Department officials, one man and two women silently leapt down from the enormous lion-eagle beast.

The city was in ruins, yet makeshift wooden shelters had been constructed.

Li Qingyan seemed to have no intention of revealing her presence; before descending from the lion-eagle beast, she handed Bai Muxi and Xu Yuan each a black veil, donning a black tight-fitting outfit herself, and presenting not the Princess’s token but a Colonel’s identity token to the Demonic Beast Department.

Yet with the rank of Colonel nearly at the pinnacle within the Northern Border Army, they faced no obstacles and moved unimpeded within the martial-law enforced Northern Border City.

Guided by the people of the Demonic Beast Department, the trio mounted demonic beasts and headed into the city.