Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 684 - Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine

Chapter 684: Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine

The laughter had not yet faded when the elder’s figure instantly reappeared beside Xu Yuan.

Luo Xiran’s reaction was quick, almost instantaneously assuming a defensive posture.

But regrettably, everything was in vain in the face of absolute power.

The withered elder grasped Xu Yuan’s wrist with one hand and his arm with the other, the corners of his lips twisted in a sinister smile with cruel mockery:

"First, I’ll tear off your limbs one by one, then have someone send them to that high and mighty Prime Minister."

As he finished speaking, Xu Yuan immediately felt an intense tearing sensation coming from his left forearm!

Luo Xiran, controlling Xu Yuan’s body, tried to resist. His right hand opened, and the Willow Ghost Blade instantly flew back from more than ten yards away into his palm, then he viciously slashed at the elder in front of him.

The Willow Ghost Blade, with its ominous aura swirling around it, was halted an inch away from the elder’s face.

The withered elder deployed no spellcraft, merely compressing Origin Qi into a shield, which stopped the blade in Xu Yuan’s hand from advancing even a fraction of an inch.

However, this action caught the attention of the withered elder.

He lifted his gaze to the ominous blade and, with a gleam of greed flashing through his cloudy eyes, chuckled:

"Boy, I quite like this wooden blade of yours. Consider it a parting gift for me from you."

As the words fell,

the Willow Ghost Blade in Xu Yuan’s hand had already been forcefully snatched away by the elder and held in his grasp.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan felt not anger but delight.

From the beginning, his intention in drawing the Willow Ghost Blade was not for combat, but to wait for the other party to snatch it away.

After all, the Willow Ghost Blade, not everyone can handle it.

As a blade forged from the refinement of a once Saint Level Ghost, the immense resentment and madness it was coated in could fully transform it into a demon blade that devours its master.

The elder before him was already mired in madness, and under the influence of the Saint Level Yin Source....

And sure enough,

after the withered elder gripped the Willow Ghost Blade, the brutality in his eyes intensified even further.

But before Xu Yuan could feel any satisfaction, he heard a snapping sound.

His brow instantly furrowed with a wrenching pain emanating from his wrist.

Under the grip of violent emotion, the withered elder had completely crushed Xu Yuan’s wrist.

Without the support of bones, the skin and flesh of Xu Yuan’s left arm hung limply.

Then,

in his field of vision, the withered elder’s leg whipped out in a kick to his abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, and the afterimage was flung out like a kite with a broken string.

Xu Yuan’s figure, like a broken kite, was thrown a hundred yards away, crashing into a pile of ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Had it not been for the fungal web inside his body that firmly bound his organs and flesh, that kick could have easily severed him in half. Even so, Xu Yuan felt as though he was about to ascend to heaven.

Lying amidst the ruins, Xu Yuan felt as if time was moving extremely slowly in that instant.

His ears rang deafeningly, a multitude of chaotic images flashed before his eyes.

There were scenes from his previous life, scenes with Big Ice Lump, and also times spent with his family.....

Scene after scene surfacing in his mind, Xu Yuan felt he must be experiencing his life flashing before his eyes.

It seemed like an instant, it seemed like an eternity, and after an unknown amount of time,

his groggy consciousness regained some clarity, and Xu Yuan murmured:

"Luo... Auntie Luo, I’m about to die... are you not done yet?"

Luo Xiran’s response was quick, her voice ethereal:

"The epidemic within him has been fully triggered, or did you think you’d still be able to talk like this?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan’s consciousness became slightly clearer:

"What... What do you mean?"

"You’ve been unconscious for a brief moment, now you can take a look at the sky."

"......"

Xu Yuan paused for a moment, then with great effort and enduring the agony throughout his dislocated body, he propped himself up from the rubble and looked towards the sky.

He saw that the withered elder, who had his eyes on Xu Yuan, was now locked in combat with a middle-aged beauty.

The raging shouts of the middle-aged woman and the vulgar, unrestrained laughter of the withered elder echoed under the dome of the sky.

"Tian Bofang, you old ghost, you’ve truly gone mad."

"What’s wrong? Haven’t I spoken the truth? Back in the day, that Fairy Qing, haha, hahahaha."

"Nonsensical ravings!"

"Please, my Fairy Qing, even though you now have a partner with the Qi surname, don’t you still keep seven or eight men in private? So many lovers, what harm is there if I have a taste of that sweet fragrance?"

"Scoundrel! As Sect Master of Fenglan Sect, you slaughter innocents at will; I shall enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

"Don’t worry, this old blade is not yet dull. I assure you I can give you the thrill of your life, ha ha ha ha ha!!"

In the midst of their conversation, the aftermath of their spellcasting battle rocked the surrounding space. In the half a moment Xu Yuan had been unconscious, nearly half of Huizhou County had been destroyed.

Witnessing this scene, Xu Yuan weakly lay back down among the rubble.

It was a success.

Although the process was somewhat unreliable, Luo Xiran had done as she said and turned the withered elder into a "neutral monster," with the hatred directed towards their own people.

Temporarily out of danger, Xu Yuan began to inspect his own physical condition.

Without looking, he was fine, but once he looked within, his heart turned cold.

He had suffered more severe injuries than this, but the problem was that it was as a Yin Ghost and while in the Illusionary Realm.