Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 683 - Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine

Chapter 683: Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine

Upon a close encounter, the overwhelming might of the withered old man nearly shattered Xu Yuan’s body and soul.

It was evident,

that the possession and augmentation by Luo Xiran were far from enough for Xu Yuan to stand against Mortal Transcendence, let alone withstand a casual punch from one.

The gap was simply too vast.

As the old man’s palm pierced through his chest, watching the madly smiling elder before him, Xu Yuan felt his breathing gradually becoming more difficult.

Fortunately, every inch of flesh and blood in his body was firmly secured by the Black Death Bacterial Armor manipulated by Luo Xiran, preventing his injuries from worsening further.

But soon, as a once Semi-Saint specter and a Primordial powerhouse from the Illusionary Realm, Xu Yuan quickly realized something even more dangerous.

The wounds inflicted by the withered elder were not merely physical injuries. For beings like them who had stepped into the realm of Mortal Transcendence, every attack carried a unique "attack effect," or Dao Charm.

In just a moment, Xu Yuan felt an indescribable burning sensation spreading from his right chest throughout his body.

It reminded him of the Black Hawk that was instantly roasted moments ago.

[Luo Xiran, I’ve listened to you, hurry up and think of something!]

Xu Yuan’s somewhat anxious voice echoed at the bottom of his heart.

Since his arrival in this world, even though he had faced numerous life-and-death crises, Xu Yuan had never felt death so close at hand.

The elder’s Dao Charm had already invaded his body; now the opponent merely needed a single thought to roast him alive.

[Kid, don’t panic.]

Luo Xiran’s ethereal voice was heavy but exuded calmness.

While she spoke, Xu Yuan gradually noticed the burning sensation that had invaded his body was starting to fade.

It was those Black Death Mycelial Mats.

Countless mycelial mats, like myriad ants, were quickly devouring the burning heat that had entered his body.

And it wasn’t just Xu Yuan who sensed this change; the withered elder with the manic smile on his face also harbored a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

He didn’t understand.

He couldn’t comprehend how a mere Soul Condensation, could resist him, a Mortal Transcendence powerhouse.

The elder, staring at the handsome young man whose chest he had pierced, suddenly cracked a twisted smile:

"Kid, if you beg for mercy, I might let you live a little longer. Your father humiliated me back then, so I’ll settle this account with you for now."

[Kid, stall him for a while, I need some time.]

Before Xu Yuan could respond, Luo Xiran’s voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this, veins on Xu Yuan’s forehead nearly burst out.

Can you be a bit more reliable?

Wasn’t it agreed that contact would suffice?

[Sorry, I’ve underestimated the Mortal Transcendence of your era a bit.]

"...." Xu Yuan.

Internally cursing, but seeing the situation at hand, Xu Yuan had no choice but to face the music.

Looking at the maniacally smiling elder before him, Xu Yuan prayed inwardly for the villain to speak longer as he squeezed out a sentence from his lips:

"My... father?"

"Yes, your father Xu Yinhè!"

Impacted by the unknown pestilent disease, the joy and pleasure in the old man’s heart made him refrain from immediate action as he explained with a smile:

"Back then, I happened to encounter him in Di’an City’s Fairy Tower and went up to greet him, but he didn’t even glance at me, the arrogance! Wouldn’t it be wonderful to see his face when he learns that his beloved son was tortured to death by someone he looked down upon all those years ago, hehehehahahahaha!"

The rampant laughter, amplified by the uncontrollable might of his Origin Qi, nearly deafened Xu Yuan.

"...."

Listenting to the elder’s rantings, Xu Yuan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

In his old man’s eyes, you were probably just a nobody; why would he bother with a nobody?

However, given the circumstances, Xu Yuan still forced himself to speak despite the piercing pain with every breath due to his lung injury:

"If it was my father who offended the senior, why... why don’t you go to Di’an City and look for him then?"

"Look for him?"

The withered elder’s face stiffened at the question, and then he had an epiphany, "That’s right, why doesn’t this old man go to Di’an City and find Xu Yinhè?"

As he spoke, he pulled his palm out of Xu Yuan’s chest and abruptly turned away.

With the palm blade withdrawn, Xu Yuan collapsed weakly on the charred ruins of the building, kneeling without strength.

Thanks to the mycelial mat, not a single drop of blood spouted from his wound.

On the contrary, the hole in his chest began to fill up, visible to the naked eye, with the bacterial armor.

However, Xu Yuan’s gaze remained firmly fixed on the retreating figure of the elder, his eyes showing a hint of bewilderment.

Could this pestilent disease really be this potent?

Should he speak up and stall for time, and this old man actually intends to go find his father in Di’an City to die?

But as his thoughts flashed for an instant, the elder’s departing steps suddenly hesitated.

It’s bad.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan immediately realized he had been played.

In Xu Yuan’s view,

the elder slowly twisted his head back around, and the blood-stained, crazed smile was mocking:

"You, you didn’t really think I would go looking for Xu Yinhè to die, did you?"

"...." Xu Yuan.

"Torturing you to death, and then hiding away, letting Xu Yinhè unable to find this old man, isn’t that more delightful?!! Hahahaha!!"