Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 586 - 371: Deduction_2

Chapter 586: Chapter 371: Deduction_2

The Luo family woman’s clear and bland eyes concealed her astonishment, looking at Taishiran, she asked,

"Since it is the beginning of a great calamity, we must prepare a foolproof strategy."

The middle-aged beautiful woman continued to speak with a heavy look in her eyes, whispering,

"What Fairy Luo says makes sense. Xu Changge is not an ordinary Primordial. I saw this young man during the Tianyuan Competition, and his swordsmanship was extremely powerful. After such a long time, even someone in the threshold of Mortal Transcendence might be killed by him if they are not careful."

The hunched elder stroked the grain of wood on his cane, deep in thought,

"This old man’s Puppetry Technique should be able to counter the young man’s swordsmanship, but what we need to consider is that woman Lou Ji, as well as how the other party might flee..."

"Xu Changtian."

Taishiran’s sudden words interrupted the discussion of the group.

"....."

All four individuals simultaneously turned to look at Taishiran, their expressions quite peculiar.

Xu Changtian?

What Xu Changtian?

After a moment of silence,

The middle-aged beautiful woman with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, asked softly,

"Xu Changtian... should be the third son of Xu Yinhè, right?"

"Yes," said Taishiran.

The middle-aged chubby man opened his mouth, then closed it, coughing lightly,

"Brother Taishi, according to the information I have, Xu Changtian has just started cultivating for a little over a year, isn’t that so?"

"Yes," maintained Taishiran.

"....."

The middle-aged chubby man glanced at the immeasurable Luo family woman, then at the others once more.

His mind felt somewhat chaotic.

Wasn’t Xu Changtian a profligate?

Could such a maverick be the love interest of the noble Saintess?

Moreover, such a maverick hardly seemed like someone who would need to be assassinated by four powerful individuals who had stepped into Mortal Transcendence for decades, along with a Semi-Saint.

The middle-aged chubby man raised his short, thick, chubby fingers and pointed at himself,

"Is a mere Soul Condensation practitioner warranting the effort of all of us and Fairy Luo’s assassination attempt?"

Unconcerned, Taishiran countered,

"The person at the start of the great calamity cannot be overemphasized, don’t you think?"

The fat on the middle-aged man’s face trembled, and he said nothing.

The stooped elder let out a dry, low chuckle,

"Hehe... one may use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken, and if we don’t succeed in one strike, I fear we may never get such an opportunity again."

Having said that,

The old man’s cloudy gaze shifted to the celestial compass in Taishiran’s hand,

"Since it’s for the greater good of the world, we naturally must not shun our duty. Let’s begin."

Upon hearing this, Taishiran smiled slightly,

"Let’s not rush; we might need to make several plans for this journey."

As he spoke, his hand flipped, and instantly he took out five iron masks from the Sumeru Ring.

Each iron mask was carved with a visage of crying.

A single glance sufficed for everyone present to sense their eeriness.

A muddled spatial fluctuation hovered over these iron masks, blocking all attempts to probe them by will-spirit or Origin Qi.

The middle-aged chubby man’s eyes shone with fascination, and as a Casting Master, he recognized the material at a glance, speaking with surprise,

"This is... cast from Levitation Stone?"

Taishiran smiled faintly, with a wave of his hand, four iron masks accurately hovered in front of the others,

"These are Wailing Iron Masks, a relic from a heretical sect eradicated by a Pavilion Master over three thousand years ago."

Without further ado, he put one of the masks on his face and began channeling Origin Qi into it.

Almost instantly,

A bizarre scene unfolded, Taishiran’s form blurred and the Origin Qi around him became elusive as well, his originally gentle and soft voice turning hollow and resonant,

"This item can conceal all of our aura."

The middle-aged chubby man’s finger traced the surface of the iron mask, his eyes filled with amazement as he marveled,

"The method of forging this item is indeed extraordinary. I did not expect Levitation Stones to have such an effect aside from Sumeru Rings. However, the spatial fluctuations emitted by these Wailing Iron Masks may affect our ability to cast spellcraft during combat."

With just one look, he had pierced the essence of their craftsmanship.

The Iron Mask of Grief’s spatial fluctuations covered their auras, but this cover was essentially creating a layer around them, composed of those very fluctuations.

External Energy Mechanism couldn’t penetrate it, but similarly, their spellcraft would also be distorted as it passed through this "cover."

Taishiran glanced at him and chuckled lightly,

"Compared to directly exposing our identities, such an effect is hardly significant, isn’t it?"

The woman surnamed Luo looked at the Iron Mask and then put it on herself; her crisp voice became hoarse:

"Taishiran, I appreciate the gesture."

After everyone had put on their masks, Taishiran looked around and whispered,

"This item consumes a great deal, I’ll need everyone to protect me as I use the Astral Instrument Panel to detect Xu Changtian’s general location."

As he finished speaking,

the Astral Instrument Panel rose into the air, hovering several feet off the ground.

Riding on the wind, Taishiran suspended himself beneath the Astral Instrument Panel with his hands clasped together in a seal.

A mighty surge of Origin Qi began to churn around him, forming an immense windstorm that enveloped the entire mountaintop.

Without a sound,

two enormous celestial discs were projected onto the sky, their divine light nearly outshining the golden afterglow on the horizon!

As Taishiran formed one seal after another, the intricate celestial discs on the firmament began to move like gears, gradually overlapping one another.

The people present were not idle either,

The middle-aged beauty glanced at the other three and said with a composed low chuckle,

"This is attracting too much attention. I’ll help Brother Taishiran conceal the anomaly."

With that, she raised her jade finger and made several strokes towards the dome above. An invisible canopy immediately enveloped the celestial discs projected on the sky.

Within the canopy, the resplendent golden glow illuminated the forest. Outside the canopy, everything remained as peaceful as ever.

After completing these tasks, the group atop the mountain silently awaited the results of Taishiran’s divination.

But what happened next was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Just as a tea’s time passed in a snap of the fingers, as the two giant celestial discs were about to combine, they shattered suddenly as if made of glass!

The broken discs transformed into specks of starlight falling downward, amidst which Taishiran’s figure, wearing an Iron Mask, was entangled.

Hum—

Drifting down, Taishiran landed on his knees on the ground, and a stream of fresh blood spouted from below the Iron Mask, staining the brown soil with specks of deep crimson.

This sudden change took everyone there by surprise.

Although the Astral Instrument Panel was consuming a vast amount of energy, for Taishiran’s cultivation level, handling it should have been more than manageable.

The hunchbacked old man and the middle-aged plump man wanted to come forward to investigate but were stopped by Taishiran raising his hand:

"I’m fine," he said, "just a little internal injury from forcibly interrupting the spellcraft."

As he said this,

Taishiran retracted the Astral Instrument Panel back into the Sumeru Ring, lifted his hand to pull down the mask halfway, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips:

"I’ve found the location. The auras of two Celestial Fates Divine Souls intertwined, Xu Changtian should currently be with the Saintess."

The middle-aged plump man frowned slightly, "If the Saintess is by Xu Changtian’s side, how can we make our move? Once we act, even with these Iron Masks concealing our auras, the Saintess will surely be able to discern our identities."

"No need to worry about that,"

Taishiran appeared unconcerned about this: "At most, the Saintess will take action to stop us, but she will never reveal our identities."

As he spoke,

he raised his gaze solemnly toward the northern sky:

"What’s important now is that there seems to be something off about that kid named Xu Changtian."

Upon hearing his grave words, those present showed grave expressions in their eyes.

A bone-chilling gleam flashed in the hunchbacked old man’s eyes:

"Brother Taishiran, when you forcibly terminated the spellcraft earlier, was it because of something specific?"

Taishiran, who had been adjusting his disordered breath, stood up from the ground, not beating around the bush, and said directly:

"The kid noticed me at the very last moment."

"....."

His words fell silent, and no one spoke for a moment; only the cold wind brushed their cheeks.

After a while,

the woman surnamed Luo spoke with some hesitation:

"According to our ancestral records, not even the Saintess should be able to sense its detection."

Underneath the mask, Taishiran pursed his lips dusted with iron rust:

"Below the Mortal Transcendence, none should be able to sense this divination.

"Everyone, I fear Xu Changtian’s cultivation might be more extraordinary than we thought."