Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 633 - 407: Sacrifice

Chapter 633: Chapter 407: Sacrifice

This sudden apology made Xu Yuan feel somewhat unnatural at the bottom of his heart.

He had indeed been angry to wake up after a near-death experience to see Tian Ye’s annoying face, but he wasn’t as angry as he seemed on the surface.

His words and expression were more of a performance, an excuse to make a point.

Taking this opportunity, bought with his life, to teach the Washboard Saintess a lesson and subtly change her proud nature.

In this day and age, who still clings to arrogance? Hasn’t arrogance been out of style for over a decade?

But it takes more than one day to freeze a river three feet deep, and changing someone into the shape you want is naturally a long process.

And Tian Ye, being a proud girl in every sense other than her figure, made it even more difficult to progressively twist her nature.

You should have seen her when she first appeared before him, looking like a little female demon.

In seven years, Tian Ye had become much more reserved.

But even so, it was hard for Xu Yuan to imagine words of apology coming from her luscious cherry lips.

She was too proud.

A pride she was born with, which made it impossible for her to turn her guilty feelings into spoken words.

Even when she knew she was in the wrong, she would at most try to make amends with actions.

Like taking on chores such as cutting meat and cooking ingredients, or teaching him one or two rather interesting Secret Techniques.

But beyond that, an apology was impossible, perhaps for her entire life.

In short, she was stubborn to the end.

And now, she was actually apologizing?

For a moment, speechless,

Tian Ye hung her head, trembling slightly, and her cheeks seemed to flush even more.

It was as if that apology had taken all her strength.

Xu Yuan felt like laughing, but he held it in.

After a moment’s thought, Xu Yuan still didn’t speak. He closed his eyes with a stern face and looked away.

His sacrificial effort, her unreasonable trouble, and the uncontrollable ripples in her heart towards him all justified his silence.

Forgiving too easily is something people can quickly forget...

Well, actually, he thought the lesson was working well, and he should press the advantage to engrave that feeling in the heart of the Washboard Saintess.

"..."

As the stalactite dripped, time passed.

After a long time without a response, Tian Ye timidly lifted her gaze to him.

Then, upon seeing his cold profile, her breath caught for a moment.

A petite fang gently bit into the corner of her lip, a faint taste of rust slowly spreading in her mouth.

She really didn’t want to do that just now...

She knew he had destroyed his will-spirit to ensure they could survive together, but when she saw that careless smile on his face as he woke up, her emotions got the better of her.

She hated when he did that, bearing all the risks in silence, yet putting on an indifferent, jovial front.

The tearing of his Primeval Spirit this time almost resulted in him never waking up, and what about next time?

Couldn’t he consider,

what... what if he actually died?

Tian Ye lowered her eyelids, wanting to say something else, but she worried her words might come out as resentful complaints again. Sourness filled her chest, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"..."

In the silent darkness, Xu Yuan quietly opened his eyes, glancing at the self-isolating Saintess.

Tsk, looking so pitiable...

Forget it, he could teach her little by little, slowly and steadily; there was no need to hurry.

After all, this life might still be very long.

"I... how many days have I been unconscious?"

"....."

Upon his question, Tian Ye’s eyes immediately lifted, then subconsciously shifted as she hesitantly spoke:

"Not long, about seven days..."

Seven days...

Looking at Tian Ye again, Xu Yuan noticed a few strands of disheveled hair in the girl’s usually smooth mane and a visible hint of haggardness on her face.

It seemed that the Washboard Saintess had indeed worried a great deal about him these seven days; maybe he had been too harsh on himself.

"Seven days, huh..."

Xu Yuan’s voice returned to its usual calm, as if the prior conflict had never happened, contemplatively muttering, "Just seven days, and the tear in my Primeval Spirit has barely been patched up..."

"Drip drop..."

Another drop of stalactite water fell, splashing a refreshing coolness at the center of his brow.

Xu Yuan glanced briefly at the falling stalactite above him, and asked softly:

"What is this thing?"

"Yin Soul Fluid," Tian Ye replied quietly.

"What?"

"The Yin Soul Fluid of a Yin Ghost."

"......"

Hearing the confirmed reply, Xu Yuan looked around once more in surprise at the still fluid on the ground.

He was of course familiar with Yin Soul Fluid, a treasured substance uniquely found in the depths of ghostly mists.

Whether for concentrating will-spirit, refining will-spirit, or repairing will-spirit, Yin Soul Fluid was a treasure among treasures.

But the question was, how did Tian Ye manage to find such a substantial Yin Soul Fluid formation within three days?

You must understand that the formation of Yin Soul Fluid is extremely harsh. It requires a large number of Yin Ghosts to disintegrate at the same location, and the Primeval Soul Power from within them gradually condenses into the treasure that is Yin Soul Fluid over time.

Moreover, according to the information he had obtained about Yin Soul Fluid,

almost every site where Yin Soul Fluid has formed is occupied by a formidable Yin Ghost. After all, Yin Ghosts themselves are composed of Soul Power, and such treasures are naturally alluring to them.

Given the scale of this site, the strength of the Yin Ghost must be at least that of Mortal Transcendence or above.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan subconsciously glanced at Tianyan.

Unable to utilize his Will-spirit, Xu Yuan was unable to discern her aura. Even without the aid of the Will-spirit, his Origin Qi was mobilizing extremely slowly, but with his naked eyes, he could still see a faint pallor of weakness on her exquisitely perfect little face.

With Tianyan’s condition, she couldn’t possibly be a match for a Yin Ghost of Mortal Transcendence.

As he puzzled over this, Xu Yuan frowned and asked,

"How... did you find this place?"

Tianyan gently pursed her thin lips, glancing at the cave’s perimeter:

"It was Tian Ye. Your self-inflicted injuries were too severe. The soul-nurturing medicines and stones we had could only keep you hanging on to life at most, so I had no choice but to seek Tian Ye’s help."

"....."

Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment.

Tian Ye...

For Jiatiange’s vast influence, finding such a pool of Yin Soul Fluid wouldn’t be too difficult, but...

"Why did she tell you?"

"Because of you."

"....."

Xu Yuan blinked.

Tianyan continued speaking in her crisp, faint voice, "She said she likes you a lot. If you died, she would be very disappointed, so she told me about this pool of Yin Soul Fluid."

As Xu Yuan lay on the ground, he chuckled and curled his lips slightly:

"Heh, I really am beloved by women."

After that, Xu Yuan waited for Tianyan to reprimand him with disdainful words for his licentiousness, but this time, all he was met with was silence, and after the silence, her faint voice:

"Actually... you could have chosen her. While you were unconscious, I studied the ’Lock of Mutual Life,’ a Secret Technique once set, it’s impossible to undo. With your methods, Tian Ye... she..."

"Alright, alright."

Xu Yuan interrupted her rambling, oddly smiling:

"How can the Saintess of Jiatiange be as self-pitying as a complaining wife?

I’ve said it before, I won’t fail you, and I never will."

"....."

Tianyan’s heartbeat, inexplicably quickened. She could feel her heart pounding faster than when she cast powerful spellcraft.

With her lips slightly pursed, and a slight smile, Tianyan said softly,

"...At least you have some principles."

"Ha, of course," Xu Yuan replied with a laugh in his voice, looking around, only to see that the area was enveloped in a thick fog.

With his current condition, he wasn’t capable of penetrating the fog to see what lay beyond.

After a quiet moment, Xu Yuan asked softly,

"So, where is Tian Ye?"

Upon hearing this, Tianyan pointed towards the perimeter of the cave, her slender index finger tipped with a halo of light.

Hum—

A beam of golden light traced through the darkness, shooting towards the midst of the fog.

A moment later, Xu Yuan caught a dazzling gold light out of the corner of his eye.

Turning to look in the light’s direction,

a few yards away, another golden-eyed girl was sitting on a half-yard-tall boulder in the cave.

Still in that tattered dress, with legs dangling, she propped her elbows on her knees, idly playing with a Sumeru Ring.

And around her, a cubic prison constructed of golden runes had her tightly trapped within.

As the prison lit up, Tian Ye also slowly turned to look back. Upon seeing Xu Yuan awake, a look of delight flashed in her enchanting eyes, and she coyly shook the Sumeru Ring in her hand towards him, parting her red lips slightly.

Without hearing words, but by reading her lips, it seemed like she was saying:

No need to thank me.

Xu Yuan rolled his eyes.

Crazy woman.

As he opened his mouth to inquire about the voice he faintly heard when he was near death, his gaze shifted and what he saw made him shut his mouth immediately.

There lay a corpse, a female body, buxom, but with a broken neck, just lying quietly by Tian Ye’s feet.

Xia Qing was dead.

And above her body, a dark shadowy creature was attached, its powerful presence nearly twisting the surrounding space...

Were it not for the cage of golden runes separating them, that presence might have been enough to tear open Xu Yuan’s Will-spirit, which he had just barely begun to repair.

A Yin Ghost of Mortal Transcendence...

Xu Yuan suddenly turned to look at Tianyan:

"This is....."

Tianyan’s gaze was calm, her low voice devoid of any emotion:

"The master of this lair."

A slight weight settled at the bottom of Xu Yuan’s heart:

"What about Xia Qing?"

"The sacrifice to save you."