Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 581 - 369: Persistence_2

Chapter 581: Chapter 369: Persistence_2

Since there will be damage to the foundation either way, it is better for her to take action herself.

At least, she could ensure the damage was minimized.

Bai Muxi pursed her lips lightly upon hearing this, lowered her eyelids, and stopped arguing:

"Yes..."

"....."

As Chief of the Black Scale Guards, Lou Ji’s actions were always swift and decisive.

The moment she made her decision, a dozen jade bottles appeared out of thin air in front of her.

The jade bottles contained a variety of Elixir Medicines.

There were pills, Medicine Powders, and even liquid medicines, as well as topically applied Spiritual Ointments.

Hum—

As the Cultivation Technique was activated, Lou Ji’s Amethyst Pupils emitted a bewitching light, and her hair danced in the air.

A glance over the jade bottles caused six of them to shatter into dust without warning.

The liquids and powders inside were instantly enveloped by a purple flame that sprang from nowhere, and a scent of medicine gradually spread throughout the chamber.

These were all top-level medicinal ingredients that could aid in breaking through one’s current realm, but they still needed to be adjusted according to Changtian’s current symptoms...

"Chief Lou."

A sudden voice interrupted Lou Ji’s thoughts.

Tianyan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, her crisp voice devoid of any emotion rose in the silent chamber: "On this matter, I think you should ask Changtian for his opinion. If he successfully assimilates the Celestial Fates Divine Soul, his future limit will be much higher."

At these words, Lou Ji’s eyes narrowed, and her amethyst pupils instantly swept toward Tianyan, her voice slightly cold:

"Saintess, the damage to Changtian’s foundation began because of you, so any words you say now, I will take as the utterances of a spy."

Upon locking eyes for a moment,

Tianyan, supporting Xu Yuan, replied indifferently:

"I’m just making a suggestion."

"Really?"

Lou Ji showed no kindness in her face towards Tianyan, "Now that I’ve heard this suggestion, you can shut up."

"Sister...."

Xu Yuan spoke up at this moment: "I...."

"Changtian!" Lou Ji cut him off sharply for the first time.

"Sister."

Xu Yuan didn’t give up, his weak voice carried a bit of determination: "Let me finish speaking!"

"...."

Lou Ji’s eyebrows tightened, the eyes that were usually charming and majestic looked somewhat fierce at this moment.

And Xu Yuan saw this look in her eyes.

He understood what Lou Ji was thinking.

His status within the Prime Minister’s Mansion forced her to contemplate many things deeply.

Moreover, if the nature of this incident were to be exaggerated, it could even be construed as Jiatiange declaring war on the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

After all,

In Lou Ji’s view, the entire incident was nothing more than the Saintess of Jiatiange luring the Crown Prince of the Prime Minister’s Mansion into a trap right under her nose with the Yantian Art as bait.

At best, it would damage his foundation; at worst, he might end up in a vegetative state.

That she did not attack Tianyan outright was already a great restraint on Lou Ji’s part.

Under Xu Yuan’s gaze,

The fierceness in Lou Ji’s eyes gradually dissipated. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and after some fluctuation in her emotions, she stopped her actions:

"Alright, speak.

"But Changtian, if you make the wrong judgment, I will report the truth to your father."

The implication was clear.

As the Crown Prince of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, he needed to be sufficiently ruthless, completely rational; those who act on emotion could not control such a vast Prime Minister’s Mansion.

She would report to Prime Minister Xu, suggesting Xu Yuan might not yet be ready.

"Heh..."

Xu Yuan chuckled, understanding her meaning. Enduring the dizziness that came and went in his head, three choices flashed through his mind.

First, dual cultivation with Xiao Bai to degrade his realm and damage his foundation.

Second, forcefully break through his current realm, damaging his foundation.

Third, withstand the operation of the Secret Technique of Will-spirit, risking becoming a vegetative person, in exchange for the properties of the Celestial Fates Divine Soul.

If this were in the "Cangyuan Chronicles," he would most likely choose the first option.

A damaged foundation could be slowly healed, but a missed opportunity for dual cultivation may never come again.

But in reality...

At this thought, Xu Yuan massaged his temples:

"Sister, I’m not trying to speak for Tianyan, and I’m very aware of my own condition. I think I can give it a try."

"A try?" Lou Ji’s brows furrowed even more.

Xu Yuan licked his slightly cracked lips and chuckled lowly:

"After all, fortune favours the bold, doesn’t it? This is a chance to possess the properties of the Celestial Fates Divine Soul."

Hearing this, Lou Ji suddenly laughed, but with a tinge of frustration:

"How do you plan to try in your current condition?"

"...."

Xu Yuan sighed lightly, the dizziness in his gaze gradually receded, replaced by a calmness like that of a tranquil lake.

The occasional glint of golden blood in his eyes was very bewitching.

Gesturing for Tianyan, who was supporting him, to let go, Xu Yuan sat up straight, met Lou Ji’s gaze, and said:

"My condition is not as bad as you imagine."

"...."

Seeing his change in demeanor, Lou Ji’s eyes revealed a trace of surprise, then she frowned and said softly:

"Forcing yourself in this matter is not a wise choice."

"Forcing myself? Heh..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan let out a soft chuckle.

The patter of rain came from outside the tower.

This unexpected laughter sounded oddly out of place in the tense and silent chamber.

After a while, the laughter stopped.

Lou Ji watched the smile on his lips:

"What are you laughing at?"

Xu Yuan did not answer her question. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he responded faintly:

"Lou Ji, this degree of pain... to me, it really isn’t much."

Lou Ji’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a dangerous curve:

"Isn’t much? I remember you’re the one who always dreaded pain the most. Otherwise, why did you always avoid me within the Prime Minister’s Mansion?"