Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 641 - 410 Changes

Chapter 641: Chapter 410 Changes

Mist steamed up, thunder surged.

In this boundless Sword Casting Valley, an elder raced at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The enormous sound of breaking through the air almost disturbed all the creatures and Yin Ghosts within the ghostly fog below.

Yet the thick and mountainous pressure emanating from the elder’s body even instilled a hint of fear in those Yin Ghosts who only knew violence and slaughter.

The howling wind was tumultuous, his white hair disheveled, as Luo Zhiyuan raced forward with a grim face at full speed.

These past few days, he had not had it easy.

As the Saint of Jiatiange and the Great Commander of the Luo surname within the seven families monitoring heaven, he held immense authority in his hands. Aside from the revered Tower Lord, there were scarcely any under heaven who could surpass him.

Having held a high position for many years, it had been quite some time since he last felt the emotion called nervousness.

And now, this very thing had truly happened.

Because not long ago, those useless subordinates of his informed him that Saintess Tian Ye had gone missing.

According to the laws of Jiatiange, anyone venturing outside with the Saint Heirs is seen as a protector of the Saint Heir.

If there is any fault, no matter the identity or the level of cultivation, they are to be investigated rigorously without neglect, and the Pavilion Master will personally handle it.

At this thought,

Luo Zhiyuan’s wrinkled face darkened as if ready to drip with gloominess.

The legitimacy of all power within Jiatiange stems from the possession of the "Saint’s authority" and the ability to deduce the heavens with Yantian Art.

But the Yantian Art is but an inanimate object, lacking self-awareness. Thus, the Pavilion Master and the Saint Heirs who have cultivated the Yantian Art naturally become its representatives.

Such legitimacy also led to the birth of a malformed power structure.

Regardless of one’s cultivation level, age, or background, even if previously just a three-year-old beggar by the roadside, once chosen as a Saint Heir or Saintess, one’s status would directly surpass any Saint, becoming a representative at the same level as the Pavilion Master.

Although the Saint Heirs and Saintesses are candidates for the Tower Lord, the Tower Lord is not their superior.

Rather than a superior, the Tower Lord is more like a guide to the Saint Heirs and Saintesses.

Of course,

that’s just the position and does not involve real power.

But even if it does not involve power, just the status of the Saintess, equal to that of the Tower Lord, is not something Luo Zhiyuan, a mere Saint, can bear alone.

Failing to protect her, the charge of causing the death of a Saintess is equivalent to causing the death of the Tower Lord.

If this is truly pursued, perhaps the entire Luo surname clan will have to peel off a layer of skin!

With myriad thoughts in mind, Luo Zhiyuan once again doubled his speed.

The soul jade tablet of Saintess Tian Ye had been shattered, indicating she had encountered a life-and-death crisis. He must rush there as swiftly as possible.

As fast as lightning, covering several miles in a blink.

The full-powered escapement speed of a Saint tossed the boundless mists into complete turmoil.

But it was precisely because of his reckless actions that certain existences in the deepest parts of the Sword Casting Valley had taken notice. Dozens of cold and terrifying presences had already nearly locked onto him; fortunately, these deepest existences only observed for the moment, without taking action to stop him.

Under top speed, it took only a quarter of an hour for Luo Zhiyuan to reach the source of the Soul Power fluctuations.

As his speed slowed and he hovered in the void, Luo Zhiyuan’s solemn gaze swept over the area below. The thick fog, dense as night, held no secrets from his eyes.

Beneath him, the landscape was all marshland. The branches and leaves of trees, along with countless corpses, settled in the stagnant rot of millennia, while bubbles gurgled up, emitting a marsh gas with a chilling and lethal poison.

However, Luo Zhiyuan ignored all these. His gaze almost instantly locked onto the woman below.

Dressed in black, her fair silk garments, who else but the Saintess who had been missing for nearly a decade?

Feeling somewhat reassured, Luo Zhiyuan finally exhaled the foul breath he had been holding, only then to notice another woman standing next to Tian Ye.

Looking at her features, she appeared to be the very Tianyan they were pursuing.

Doubt mixed with caution rose together, and Luo Zhiyuan’s recently relaxed brows knitted once more.

The probing technique quietly infiltrated its way through.

With Sacred Origin dispersed, in a matter of breaths, a hint of peculiarity appeared in Luo Zhiyuan’s aged eyes.

Both women were injured, and it seemed Tianyan held no intention to fight with the Saintess; they both just stood quietly on a poisonous, rotting tree, silently gazing in a certain direction.

Also, judging by the fluctuations of their Will-spirits, they appeared to be whispering, conversing about something.

With a moment of contemplation, Luo Zhiyuan suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

The situation here was strange; it was best not to act rashly and first to inquire about the reasons from the Saintess.

As the thought passed, Luo Zhiyuan’s figure had already appeared in front of Tian Ye and Tianyan...

"....."

Seeing the sudden appearance of the elder, Tianyan’s emotionless golden pupils gave the former a brief glance before shifting back to the direction she was originally facing.

Meanwhile, Tian Ye surveyed back and forth between the old man and Tianyan with an interested gaze.

But to her disappointment, it seemed that old Luo truly was blind.

He not only failed to notice the aura of the Yantian Art emanating from Tianyan, but he also outright ignored those golden pupils identical to hers.

"Saintess."

Luo Zhiyuan bowed to Tian Ye in accordance with Jiatiange’s ritual, then turned his glance toward Tianyan: "And who might this be?"

"Tianyan."

Tian Ye, somewhat bored on her enchanting face, pointed down to the marsh below, "Stop looking; she is the Tianyan we’ve been seeking. But you’ve arrived quite timely. Just go down and help me save someone."

"....."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiyuan’s mind raced. Although he wasn’t clear about what had happened during Tian Ye’s disappearance this past decade, he still roughly understood some things.

After a slight hesitation, Luo Zhiyuan asked with his hoarse voice, "May I know who the Saintess wishes to save? Could it be Jing He?"

"You’re not so senile after all," Tian Ye said with a slight smile.

"....."

Luo Zhiyuan didn’t respond immediately. He glanced in the direction Tianyan was looking, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

Under the Saint’s powerful perception, he clearly sensed a huge cave space beneath this swamp.

Without looking closely, the terrifying aura that emanated was enough to indicate that a Saint Level Ghost was lurking below.

Glancing back with an unchanged expression, Luo Zhiyuan slightly bowed and said:

"Saintess, our objective for this trip is merely Tianyan and the Enchantress Divine Tree Seed, Jing He’s fate is not important."

This response was tantamount to a polite rejection of the proposal to save someone.

Seeing this, Tian Ye was not surprised at all and continued to stare at Luo Zhiyuan with a smile.

Luo Zhiyuan’s face remained calm, with no sign of retreat.

The Saintess holds a high position, and a Saint would generally not offend her, but that’s all there is to it.

If it involves the life and death of the Saintess herself, she has no right to directly command a Saint.

"But what if I told you that the Enchantress Divine Tree Seed is in Jing He’s hands?"

Tian Ye’s voice floated over lightly, and Luo Zhiyuan’s brows immediately furrowed, making a judgment in an instant:

"Then I’m afraid this matter also requires a more considered strategy, the ghost willow below will need time to devour the Enchantress Divine Tree Seed..."

"There’s no time left."

"Saintess, the ghost willow below is powerful, I alone am not fully confident in handling it."

"But I have already formed a life-lock with Jing He."

"...."

Luo Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this.

This Saintess was known for her whimsical and unpredictable nature within the circle of Saints, and it was unimaginable that she had reached such an absurd extent.

"If you don’t believe me, you might as well use the Sacred Origin to probe my Celestial Fates Divine Soul."

As if Tian Ye knew what he was going to say next, she smiled, "If you don’t hurry, by the time Jing He’s life and death are determined, I, as the Saintess, might be left vegetative right under your watch, Luo Saint. When the Pavilion Master conducts a personal investigation, it won’t be easy for you, will it?"

"...."

Luo Zhiyuan’s eye twitched, and as he extended his Sacred Origin to sense, his aged face contorted as if he’d eaten something disgusting.

He felt as if the Saintess in front of him was being utterly ridiculous.

Indeed, upon Tian Ye’s Primeval Spirit, there was a trace of another person.

Luo Zhiyuan’s voice was already suppressing a certain anger:

"Saintess, why on earth would you do such a thing?"

"If I didn’t do it, I might have already been dead."

Tian Ye’s voice was quite nonchalant as she pointed to Tianyan, who had been silent all along, "She and that Jing He turned out to be much stronger than I had anticipated, so I had no choice."

"....."

After a moment of silence, Luo Zhiyuan made his decision.

For someone like him, there would be no hesitation over such pressing issues.

"I understand, Since the Saintess has used such a secret technique to save your life, as your guardian, it is my duty to eliminate dangers for you."

As he spoke,

Luo Zhiyuan slowly raised a hand, and arcs of electricity formed in his palm before he threw it downward with force.

The electricity entered the soil without stirring any ripples.

Having done this, Luo Zhiyuan looked up at Tian Ye, and spoke in a low voice, one word at a time:

"Nevertheless, I shall report everything that happens here to the Pavilion Master in full detail."

There exist four Saintesses and Saint Heirs in the current era, so losing one means there are only three left. A reduced evaluation from the Pavilion Master signifies an increased difficulty in inheriting the position of Pavilion Master.

But Tian Ye couldn’t care less about this threat.

If she truly wanted to be the Pavilion Master, all she needed to do was to display her true talent.

With her "Tianyan" identity, she need not compete for the Tower Lord’s seat.

Smiling and nodding her head, Tian Ye waved her hand to hurry him, "I know, I know, Old Man Luo, you better hurry up, Jing He might be in danger at any moment..."

"Saintess, you needn’t worry about that."

As he spoke, Luo Zhiyuan almost gritted his teeth, "At least let me make some initial probes against that beast."

Struggling against a Saint Level Yin Ghost in Sword Casting Valley could attract the attention of other entities deep within the valley, and even five lives wouldn’t be enough for him to spare.

Therefore, he must keep the Energy Mechanism within certain limits.

Contemplating this, Luo Zhiyuan closed his eyes to sense the thread of electricity he had sent into the depths of the earth.

As the seconds ticked away, the expression on his wrinkled cheeks grew increasingly peculiar.

Until at a certain moment, Luo Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, which previously held a calmness like the stillness of an ancient well, now carrying a hint of astonishment.

Tian Ye raised an eyebrow and asked crisply:

"Old Man Luo, what did you see?"

After a slight hesitation, Luo Zhiyuan rubbed his brow and murmured back:

"That Yin Ghost’s actions are somewhat strange... It seems to be trying to possess that young man."

He couldn’t understand why a Saint Level Ghost would want to possess a human, but his lack of understanding did not mean Tian Ye was clueless.

In that instant upon hearing this,

Tian Ye’s eyes, which normally showed a lack of interest, suddenly flashed with a peculiar light, then she covertly glanced at the young girl beside her.

Possession.

This realm was already a void gone for ten thousand years, but if she could possess this girl right here on Earth...

Could it be possible to achieve resurrection by borrowing a body?