Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 517 - Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: Promise_2

Chapter 517: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: Promise_2

"Oppressing the poor and destitute can be even easier than accepting bounties to hunt Demonic Beasts. Little by little, a tower is built, and these uncontrolled low-rank Cultivators become a disaster far greater than the Demonic Beasts,"

she said.

Luo Wei turned her gaze, looking toward the ink-dressed girl who was dangling her bare feet in the clear pond, eyes downcast:

"You must have seen these things in your travels, right, Qingmo?"

"Mentor mother... Xu Yuan has told me about this," Ran Qingmo replied softly.

"Oh?" Luo Wei’s eyes flickered, "What did he say?"

Ran Qingmo thought for a moment, imitating the tone he had used originally:

"Chaos is inherent to all things at their onset. The edicts of The Imperial Court guide us, strict laws enforce order over time, yet it’s a shame..."

She stopped there, not continuing.

"Is it a shame that the Sects interfere?" Luo Wei prompted.

"...Yes."

"This kid really has a way with words."

Luo Wei narrowed her eyes, smilingly said, "Every issue has two sides. From his perspective, it’s not wrong to say so, but have you thought about it, Qingmo? These edicts from The Imperial Court need our Sects’ cooperation. With so many Sects in the world, how do we define the boundaries between them, how do we delineate the responsibilities between The Imperial Court and the Sects, who pays the expenses, and who contributes the effort? With interests overriding each other, how can there be such an easy affair in the world?"

As she spoke,

Luo Wei rubbed her temples, her voice taking on a hint of seriousness:

"The so-called martial institutions, regardless of their noble intentions, ultimately serve as tools for Li Yaoxuan and Xu Yinhè to dismantle the current world order."

Ran Qingmo looked at her mentor mother in front of her, a myriad of emotions flashing through her crystal-clear eyes, but they finally settled into confusion.

Seeing this, Luo Wei sighed a little helplessly and simplified the topic a bit:

"The Imperial Court wants to break the thousand-year covenant and obliterate our Sects, but they don’t have enough power on their own, so they use the martial institutions to stir up the world’s order."

"Oh..."

A flicker of insight passed through Ran Qingmo’s eyes, but then it turned into confusion once more, "Then mentor mother, why did I..."

"You’re talking about Xu Yinhè’s plans to act against our Sword Sect?" Luo Wei spoke with a hint of amusement.

Ran Qingmo nodded, placing her hands on her snow-white knees, they gleaned invitingly in the sunlight.

A smile appeared in Luo Wei’s graceful eyes:

"Because Li Yaoxuan is dying. Once he’s dead, the conflict between the Imperial Family and the Prime Minister’s Mansion can no longer be concealed."

"......"

Ran Qingmo bit her lip corner, seeming like she wanted to say more, but didn’t.

The Prime Minister’s Mansion’s schemes against the Sword Sect were real, something Xu Yuan and his father had discussed.

And then, there was Tianyan...

Luo Wei, looking at her disciple’s expression, tenderly said:

"Whatever it is, you can tell your mentor mother directly."

Ran Qingmo shook her head silently, speaking in a low voice:

"Is Mentor Father heading to the Imperial Capital because of this?"

Luo Wei smiled softly:

"Do you still want to follow your Mentor Father to the Imperial Capital?"

"Yes..." Ran Qingmo hesitated, then nodded affirmatively, "Yes."

Luo Wei let out a sigh of resignation and gently pulled the young girl into her embrace, just like when she was a child:

"Qingmo... Your Mentor Father’s journey to the Imperial Capital is very dangerous, which is why he doesn’t want to take you."

"Dangerous...?" Ran Qingmo’s eyes widened slightly, sparkling as she asked, "Is it... because the Emperor is dying?"

Luo Wei glanced in the direction they had come from and spoke softly:

"Qingmo, you have a pure nature, but you should also be aware of these things. Every year, the Northern Border Sects ask the Sect Alliance for a large sum of money under the pretext of defending against the Barbarian Tribes and The Imperial Court. Now that they have been abandoned, their demise is probably just a matter of this month or the next. Coupled with the emergence of Jiatiange and the impending death of Li Yaoxuan, bloodshed in Di’an City is inevitable. It’s too dangerous for you to accompany that old man, your Mentor Father, there."

Ran Qingmo hung her head:

"But I still want to go..."

"To see Xu Changtian?" Luo Wei laughed.

Ran Qingmo’s head rested against her mentor mother’s ample chest, her hands tightly clutching the rolled hem of her skirt, murmuring softly:

"I also want to accompany Mentor Father. It’s so dangerous... He..."

Luo Wei let out an amused chuckle, her eyes filled with tenderness as she couldn’t help but give her disciple’s cheek a firm pinch, causing it to swell red:

"You silly girl..."

"Hahahaha!"

A hearty laugh suddenly erupted from the bamboo path.

Ran Jianli, with a Giant Sword strapped to his back, strode forward, his white beard and robes fluttering in the wind, looking every bit like a Sword Immortal if not for the Giant Sword disturbing the image.

Luo Wei rolled her eyes as he turned back.

Ran Jianli came up beside the mother-daughter pair, planting his Giant Sword diagonally into the ground.

"Just overheard this conversation as I arrived."

As he spoke, he settled beside them uncaringly and said, "Hmm... seems I still matter more in our Qingmo’s heart."

"Enough,"

Luo Wei glanced sideways at the smug look on her husband’s face and warned:

"If you dare eavesdrop on Qingmo and me again, you’re banned from our room for a month."

"....."

After a moment of silence, Ran Jianli deliberately chose to skip the topic, his rough hands gently rubbing over Ran Qingmo’s small head:

"Qingmo, if you really want to accompany your master to Di’an City, it’s not impossible."

Ran Qingmo raised her eyes, blinking.

Ran Jianli withdrew his hand and stroked his long white beard, "As long as you make a breakthrough to Primordial before your master leaves, I’ll take you with me, how about that?"

Ran Qingmo silently dropped her head again, looking pitiful without speaking.

Breaking through to Primordial is so hard.....

A trace of distress flashed through Ran Jianli’s sharp eyes, he hesitated:

"Then... would achieving Integration Path do? Tsk, if that’s really not possible, Qingmo, you could just..."

"Jianli!"

Luo Wei frowned and glared at her husband, "If something really does happen when you’re with Qingmo in Di’an City, do you expect me to spend my life alone in Zhuyuan Pavilion?"

Hearing this, Ran Qingmo’s breathing slightly quickened, she lifted her eyes to look at her master and mistress, her clear and dust-free ink pupils swept over with a hint of panic.

She understood the meaning behind her mistress’s words.

The master...

Was going to the capital with a resolve to die.

Luo Wei exchanged a glance with Ran Jianli, then reprimanded him through a private message:

"What are you talking nonsense for?"

Ran Jianli’s eyes, deep in their sockets, looked innocent:

"Isn’t this what you had said?"

Luo Wei’s expression remained unchanged, her voice conveyed through messaging carried a hint of anger:

"We had agreed not to tell Qingmo about this, why would I say anything if you didn’t bring it up?"

Ran Jianli’s expression also remained unchanged as he replied privately:

"Ah, old man is just making a promise, anyway, Qingmo won’t complete it anytime soon....."

Whish——

The gentle sound of bare feet emerging from water resonated amidst the spray of the waterfall, as the young girl sitting between the two silently stood up.

".... Luo Wei glanced at him.

"...." Ran Jianli gave an awkward smile.

In the silence of the trio,

Ran Qingmo bent down, picking up her silk stockings and lotus boots, clutching them to her chest while holding her Ink Sword, she said softly:

"Master, Mistress, I am going to cultivate, I... I will definitely achieve Integration Path."

Having said this,

Under the gaze of the couple, the girl walked into the unwelcome bamboo building without turning back, and then with a "bang," she shut the door.

After a long silence,

Ran Jianli suddenly clenched his fist.

Without a sound, the enormous dark pond before him was suddenly split into two by an invisible Sword Qi, exposing its gloomy and deep bottom.

The pain in Ran Jianli’s eyes was evident, he gritted his teeth:

"Xiao Wei, I need to give that little bastard in Di’an City a good thrashing. If Xu Yinhè dares to stop me, I’ll beat him up as well."

Luo Wei scolded her husband with a glance:

"What has that Xu fellow got to do with any of this?"

Ran Jianli exhaled deeply, pointing towards the north:

"If it weren’t for Qingmo wanting to see that boy in Di’an City, would she have found out about these matters?"

"...." Luo Wei.

"...."

"...."

"Ah-choo!"

Without any warning, Xu Yuan sneezed, instinctively wrapping his coat tighter around himself as he glanced at the snowy sky.

Gazing from a high place was indeed cold, but as a Soul Condensation expert, he shouldn’t catch a cold... right?

Well... probably someone was thinking of him.

With these thoughts, some of which were more whimsical than others, Xu Yuan returned to the entrance of the Colonel’s tent, feeling slightly nervous.

He was somewhat worried that upon entering, he would see Tianyan being bullied by Li Qingyan until she was in tears again.

Thinking it over, Xu Yuan was about to lift the tent flap when, before his hand touched it, the flap was pulled open from the inside.

Three graceful figures came out one after another.

Li Qingyan wore a veiled hat, Tianyan had an expressionless face, and Xiao Bai followed behind with her head lowered.

Xu Yuan, seeing this combination, opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, Li Qingyan spoke first, her tone cold:

"Shut up, prepare to leave."

"Ah?"

Xu Yuan blinked, looking at Li Qingyan, then at the expressionless Tianyan, he licked the corner of his lips, "Isn’t... isn’t it a joint departure?"