Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 709 - 442 Beat Up

Chapter 709: Chapter 442 Beat Up

Above the boundless plains and hills of Jingbei, an immense fog that blotted out the sun and sky sprawled between heaven and earth, its ominous aura causing all birds and beasts within hundreds of miles to flee in the opposite direction.

Atop this eerie fog in the sky stood a man clad in snow-white robes with long hair, silently poised.

After receiving the message from the Tianxun Crystal Orb, he had hurried over without a single rest, arriving at the location agreed upon with Lou Ji.

But looking at the strange fog below that should have been a county town, a flicker of unease passed through Feng Jiuxuan’s narrow eyes.

He was unclear about what had happened before his arrival, but judging by the fog beneath that almost blocked the detection of Sacred Origin, whatever had transpired here was definitely not good news.

Changtian...

A profound worry flashed in the depths of Feng Jiuxuan’s dark eyes as he slowly drew his Spirit Sword, Qingyuan, from the Sumeru Ring and held it in his hand.

However, the concern in his heart did not affect his rational judgment.

Lou Ji.

With Lou Ji’s cultivation level, it was absolutely impossible for her to perish here, and as long as she was alive, she would not abandon such a strange phenomenon and leave.

He decided to summon her first and inquire about the situation.

Taking a deep breath, his white robe billowing as if wind-stirred, Feng Jiuxuan was about to amplify his voice using Origin Qi when he saw a slender and graceful figure flying out from the profound black fog below.

The moment he saw her, the tension in Feng Jiuxuan’s furrowed brow eased slightly. Before she even approached, he urgently asked,

"Lou Ji, where is Changtian now?"

Stopping three zhang away, Lou Ji answered bluntly,

"He is still in the black fog below."

"......"

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan let out a long sigh, his tensed nerves slightly relaxing, but then he noticed something amiss in Lou Ji’s demeanor.

It was an expression he had never seen on Lou Ji’s face before.

Too serious, so grave it was almost unsightly.

His heart sinking slightly, Feng Jiuxuan asked gravely,

"You couldn’t protect Changtian?"

Lou Ji did not deny it, nodding her head slightly,

"Mhm."

"With your cultivation level..."

"Now is not the time to discuss that."

Lou Ji cut off Feng Jiuxuan’s reproachful words, pointing a slender finger down at the black fog and speaking quickly, "The black fog below was released by Changtian. Although he is still alive, his body has undergone a transformation."

The substantial amount of information contained in her brief words caused Feng Jiuxuan, newly arrived, to be momentarily stunned; he wanted to ask exactly what had happened, but then he grasped the crux of the issue.

At this point, what previously transpired here was no longer important.

What mattered was that Changtian was still alive.

And whether this so-called transformation that had occurred to him was reversible.

But he was merely a sword cultivator, not knowledgeable in transformations and the logic of medicines and stones.

After a moment of silence, Feng Jiuxuan’s grip on his Qingyuan Sword tightened slightly,

"What do you need me to do?"

Lou Ji glanced downward,

"Subdue and capture Changtian alive."

A look of surprise flashed across Feng Jiuxuan’s eyes,

"Why do you not do it?"

A touch of helplessness flickered in Lou Ji’s eyes,

"I tried before you arrived, but due to the transformation, Changtian’s strength now nearly rivals a Semi-Saint. Coupled with his strange abilities that restrain me, I am unable to capture him alive without endangering his life."

As the wind whistled mournfully, surprise appeared in Feng Jiuxuan’s eyes for the first time.

He was very aware of Lou Ji’s strength; had it not been for that incident in the past which damaged her foundations, she might have already become a Saint by now.

She was saying... she couldn’t capture Changtian alive?

Lou Ji paid no attention to the expression in Feng Jiuxuan’s eyes, her gaze fixed intently on the fog below, her voice very serious,

"I attempted it two days ago, and now Changtian can devour flesh and blood. As of today, everyone in the city below has been absorbed by him," Xu Yuan said.

Feng Jiuxuan had a general understanding of the situation and didn’t press further, merely casting a faint glance at Lou Ji.

The tacit understanding formed from years of working together allowed Lou Ji to instantly comprehend his intention.

He was about to take action.

Without any hesitation, Lou Ji’s slender figure transformed into a purple stream of light and shot towards the distant sky.

As she sped away, Luo Xiran’s voice suddenly rang in Lou Ji’s ear:

"Chief Lou, are you not going to inform that Saint about Changtian’s intelligence?"

Upon hearing this, Lou Ji glanced back at the white-robed man standing between heaven and earth and softly replied:

"He, probably doesn’t need it."

...

...

...

The boundless heaven and earth were shrouded in a majestic black mist, crawling on the ground like a terrifying behemoth, devouring all the surrounding light.

In the silence,

"Swoosh—"

The white-robed man standing in the void slowly drew the Qingyuan Sword, its blade quietly humming. Under the sunlight, the edge suddenly emitted a chilling, cold light.

With an indifferent gaze, Feng Jiuxuan looked down at the massive fog that filled his entire field of vision. There was no surge of Energy Mechanism around him; he simply thrust his sword downwards.

The blade moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye, yet it seemed not to ripple the ground at all.

White clouds drifted across the sky, and the black mist continued to spread outward, everything as it had been when he arrived.

But this tranquility lasted only a moment,

Then,

"Hum—"

There was no sword light, no surging Energy Mechanism, not even a grand rumble, only a faint Sword’s Chant.

As the Sword’s Chant rose, the strange fog that had enveloped the ground dissipated like smoke in the wind from a farmer’s house.

"...." Luo Xiran.

In the subsequent quiet,

Luo Xiran spoke with slight hesitation in her voice:

"Chief Lou, are all the Saints of your era like him?"

"....."

Lou Ji didn’t immediately respond, but after witnessing the scene, the anxiety in her heart settled, and she smiled:

"Not sure, but in this world, among the people I know, there should be none who can beat Feng Jiuxuan."

In the eyes of the two women,

After Feng Jiuxuan swung that sword, he returned the Qingyuan Sword to its sheath and began descending slowly to the ground, holding the scabbard.

Luo Xiran asked softly:

"Is he... preparing to engage in close combat with Changtian?"

Lou Ji, now completely relaxed, responded languidly:

"Senior Luo might not know, but Changtian used to be quite naughty as a child, always causing trouble. Almost all of the higher-ups in the Prime Minister’s Mansion had punished him, yet he never learned his lesson.

"The only exception is probably this uncle. Since the time Changtian stole something from Feng Jiuxuan’s room and got a beating, he never went there again."

Luo Xiran’s voice carried a weight:

"But, can the current situation be the same as before?"

"What’s different?"

Lou Ji softly countered, her gaze full of smiles as she looked at the figure who walked slowly towards Xu Yuan from behind, chuckling:

"This would be the second time Feng Jiuxuan disciplines Changtian. I wonder if it’ll teach him a lesson."