Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 541 - 347 The Name of Tianyan

Chapter 541: Chapter 347 The Name of Tianyan

The next day, the rooster crow broke the dawn.

The dawn after a snowy night always arrived a little earlier than usual. After being silent all night, the streets began to awaken once again.

Looking down from the sky, the streets slowly became crowded with people and vehicles, leaving countless tracks in the slushy snow.

In contrast to this early dawn bustle was Linjiang’s Smoke Willow Alley.

This street, which was extraordinarily lively at night, seemed extraordinarily quiet at the break of dawn. The diligent hostesses and their patrons, for the most part, had fallen into slumber, with only the occasional carriage lazily rolling out of the stables.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone onto the face of the man sleeping atop a wooden bedstead.

Bathed in the morning light, he seemed to feel a bit of discomfort, as his serene expression gradually turned into a frown, and then, at a certain moment, his eyes suddenly opened.

After staring at this unfamiliar bed curtain for a few breaths, a hint of sluggish confusion flashed through Xu Yuan’s muddled pupils.

However, before he could think further, a female voice abruptly rose from the depths of his heart:

"Awake?"

"....."

Listening to this familiar voice, Xu Yuan’s sluggish thoughts took two seconds to remember who it belonged to:

"...You didn’t say a word all the way here, I thought you had gone mute."

Luo Xiran snorted coldly:

"Impertinent. My silence was due to concern that you, a little devil, harbored doubts in your heart. If I had any interaction with that contemporary Saintess, would you be at ease?"

"Heh... that you have a heart at all."

Forcing a smile, Xu Yuan rubbed his slightly swollen temples as he struggled to sit up from the bedstead, his gaze sweeping around the room.

What met his eyes somewhat surprised him.

The large chamber was ancient and elegant, with everything from a screen embroidered with ladies, a precious ancient zither, a sandalwood chessboard, and a tea table, to even a stage some ten meters away from the bed.

Seeing these furnishings, Xu Yuan squinted his eyes in pain.

Hook Bar...

Why was he in a Hook Bar?

Leaning on the soft cushion at the head of the bed, Xu Yuan rubbed his temples hard, trying to remember, but his mind was nothing but a mushy mess.

It was as if someone had plunged a stick into his brain and then stirred it vigorously.

Whenever he attempted to think, nausea and dizziness surged to the forefront.

Halting his thoughts, Xu Yuan spoke with a dry voice, sounding somewhat pained:

"..Where are we?"

Luo Xiran did not reply immediately; after a few breaths, a breeze lifted, and from the Blood Divine Stone emerged a graceful figure.

Luo Xiran landed on her lotus boots, exuding composure, and with a faint glance at the pained-looking youngster, uttered two words:

"Hook Bar."

"I of course know it’s a Hook Bar."

Xu Yuan glanced up with difficulty and glared at this old woman: "What I’m asking is why are we here?"

Luo Xiran chuckled lightly and knelt down by the tea set in the room, not beating around the bush:

"Wu Yuan brought you here."

"Qingyan..."

Xu Yuan bit his lip corner, pounding his temples: "Where is she?"

Luo Xiran toyed with the tea set on the low table, replying softly:

"She watched over you all night. Someone came to see her just a moment ago, so she left."

"...."

Someone came to see her...

This statement, like a spark, gradually brought the memories from before his blackout the previous night into Xu Yuan’s mind.

The cracked black silk wrapped chest, Tianyan’s stick, the immense sense of security, and... the way she looked at him.

As the memory settled on her divinely radiant golden eyes, a hint of gold suddenly appeared in Xu Yuan’s dark pupils.

But at the instant the golden light appeared,

the discomfort of nausea and dizziness he felt before the blackout surged once again, rapidly spreading through his heart...

Halting his recollections, the discomfort immediately faded, and the golden light in his eyes also gradually dissipated.

Silently leaning against the bedstead.

After a while,

Luo Xiran’s voice, filled with laughter, resonated, her tone gentle:

"Little devil, it seems the perceptiveness of your Innate Taoist Body is somewhat lacking."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes:

"Do you know what happened last night?"

Luo Xiran looked at him, her eyes revealing a trace of interest:

"What do you think? I was once a Saint, and also one of the candidates for Saintess."

After these words, silence fell.

Although still feeling dizzy, as the initial chaos of awakening gradually subsided, Xu Yuan’s thought processes slowly began to recover. He whispered softly to himself:

"A candidate for Saintess...?"

Although he had only started on the path of cultivation a little over a year ago, the confidential documents from the Prime Minister’s Mansion had given him a vision far beyond that of an ordinary Great Grandmaster.

The bizarre phenomenon just now was clearly something Tianyan had left for him.

As for what was left...

Thinking this, Xu Yuan raised his eyes to look at the carefree woman across from him, licked his dry lips, and uttered three words:

"Yantian Art?"

Luo Xiran’s eyes showed a hint of surprise:

"You little devil actually know?"

Upon hearing her words, Xu Yuan felt a rush of relief and chuckled softly as he leaned against the bed’s headrest, offering an explanation in a murmur:

"I know a bit. Your brother once told me that only the Soul Chapter of the Yantian Art could restore my memory."

Luo Xiran’s hand, playing with the tea utensils, paused slightly, and she frowned:

"Why did that guy tell you everything?"

Xu Yuan glanced at her and, circulating the Blood Essence Meteoring Art to suppress the discomfort within him, said with a light laugh:

"The man has defected, so naturally, there are no reservations in discussing such intelligence."

As he spoke, the Blood Essence Meteoring Art had already dispelled the nausea and discomfort in his heart.

His voice, once coarse and dry, regained its smoothness, and Xu Yuan’s tone was teasing:

"Besides, even if he hadn’t told me, you would plan to tell me now, wouldn’t you, Xiran?"

Luo Xiran’s expression gradually became serious as she stared at Xu Yuan:

"I’m willing to divulge because the Tianyan Saintess has already passed the cultivation technique onto you."

"..."

Their eyes met for a moment, and Xu Yuan chuckled softly, shaking his head.

Her words made her stance clear—although she wouldn’t betray him, she would equally not do anything to betray Jiatiange.

With that thought, Xu Yuan slowly got up from the bed and sat down on the cushion opposite Luo Xiran. He casually picked up the freshly poured cup of fragrant tea and drained it in one gulp, staring at her:

"So, can you tell me now how to practice this technique?"

Luo Xiran, seemingly accustomed to his impertinence, poured another cup:

"As I have already said, comprehension."

Xu Yuan put down the tea cup, frowning slightly:

"What does that mean?"

Luo Xiran’s bright eyes were smiling as she pushed the teacup in front of her closer to him:

"The Yantian Stele—has my older brother ever mentioned this object to you?"

Xu Yuan looked down at the rippling tea:

"He mentioned it. It’s said to be the foundation artifact of Jiatiange, isn’t it?"

"Yes."

Luo Xiran nodded slightly, her voice gentle:

"The four Chapters of the Yantian Art are extremely profound, incapable of being recorded or taught, only comprehended by studying the Yantian Stele."

"Isn’t there a fifth Chapter in the Yantian Art?" Xu Yuan suddenly interjected. "And once the fifth Chapter is comprehended, one can impart the Yantian Art to others."

"...."

Luo Xiran seemed startled at his words, then sighed:

"It seems Luo Daofan really did tell you everything he knew,

"Indeed, there is a fifth Chapter to the Yantian Art, but one must integrate the four Chapters into oneself before it can be comprehended."

Xu Yuan’s eyes shimmered, and he cut in again:

"This, Old Man Luo also mentioned."

Luo Xiran chuckled:

"Then, did Luo Daofan tell you the name of the Yantian Art’s fifth Chapter?"

Xu Yuan shook his head with a light laugh:

"He didn’t. That old man didn’t even know all the names of the common four Chapters, how could he possibly know the fifth..."

"The fifth Chapter is called Tianyan."

"..." Xu Yuan suddenly fell silent.

Luo Xiran watched Xu Yuan, her eyes deep, a smile on her lips:

"Hmm... also bearing the name of Tianyan."