Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 730 - Four Hundred and Fifty-Four: The Letter_2

Chapter 730: Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty-Four: The Letter_2

Xu Yuan lightly rubbed his index finger and thumb against the slightly coarse surface of the rice paper, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes.

"This woman frequents the Hook Bar and still insists on finding herself an excuse."

But Marquis of Zhenxi that old man must be pissed off by Li Junwu.

His only daughter hanging around in women’s company all day long—isn’t that a clear sign she’s going to leave the old Li Family without an heir if this continues?

Continuing to read on, and what remains are just Li Junwu sharing some interesting stories from the Hook Bar with him.

He opened the third letter.

[That old man couldn’t stand it anymore and personally dragged this young lady back to Zhenxi Prefecture from that Phoenix Pavilion. But the old man’s still not giving in. Doesn’t matter, I can’t go to the Hook Bar, there are still plenty of pretty maids in the Zhenxi Prefecture. Reassigning them doesn’t matter; I’d like to see if that old man dares to find me a male servant.]

"....."

Xu Yuan looked at the flamboyant and serpentine handwriting, the corner of his eye involuntarily twitching.

He suddenly felt that his reputation as the leader of the Four Young Masters of the Capital was somewhat overstated.

He would acknowledge Li Junwu as the strongest.

Back in his day, no matter how profligate, he wouldn’t dare mess with his own old man’s head.

The fourth letter, originally written with effort and neatness, had already begun to slant and twist, but one could tell that Li Junwu was excited while writing it.

[Changtian, my old man finally gave in, heh heh, he gave me an elite squad, saying that he’ll give me another after my cultivation breaks through to Integration Body!]

The fifth letter.

[Changtian, I haven’t written to you for a month. These days have been really exhausting. Every day I practice Military Formation Technique with the old man during the day and have to study all sorts of military strategies at night. But tomorrow this young lady will attempt to operate the military formation with the soldiers below.]

[My father said that as the focal point of the military formation, a commander will endure a great burden. He suggested I start with a hundred men at best. Exceeding the body’s limit could result in light wounds or, if severe, madness from channeling an error lead to death.]

[Hmm... I’m a bit nervous tonight and can’t sleep. I’ll write you a letter....]

[...]

[...]

The sixth letter.

[It turns out to be a false alarm. That old man made it sound so scary, but who would’ve thought it’d be this easy.]

[Not to mention the augmentation of a hundred-man military formation, even with a five-hundred-man formation, this young lady didn’t feel any burden. You should have seen the look on my old man’s face—both delighted and dismayed. He’s probably upset that his plans for me to get married have gone down the drain.]

[But Changtian, the feeling of being augmented by the military formation is truly magical. Just with the augmentation of a five-hundred-man formation, I felt I could compete with a Grandmaster. You better watch your mouth when we meet next time, or I might just beat you up, hmph hmph.]

"...."

Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment, his lips curling in a barely concealed disdain:

"I might not be able to beat those Ran Qingmo and others, but can’t beat you, Li Junwu?"

He continued reading down.

[By the way, today I also tried to condense a thousand-man military formation, and unsurprisingly, I succeeded. I really am a genius, and I feel this isn’t even my limit. But pity that my old man won’t agree to further increase the number of the formation.]

[I heard that Li Qingyan’s first formation condensation at Marquis Wucheng’s side was only an eight-hundred-man formation. If it weren’t for my old man’s obstruction, I could surpass her by double.]

[Changtian, I’ve always said, I, Li Junwu, am no worse than her, Li Qingyan.]

At this, Xu Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The Wrapped Chest Princess was only twelve years old when she first condensed a formation. How old are you, Li Junwu? Don’t you have a clue?

Thinking this, Xu Yuan gently shook his head.

And besides, why is this dear brother of mine always thinking about competing with the Wrapped Chest Princess?

Opening the seventh letter, Xu Yuan noticed that there was quite a gap between the date on this one and the sixth letter. It seems Li Junwu must have been busy with military affairs and had no time to write.

[Just heard from my old man in a military intelligence discussion that Northern Border City has fallen, and the entire city has been slaughtered. Then I suddenly remembered that you, this prodigal, seem to be in Northern Border City, so I decided to write you a letter.]

[However, Changtian, do you know what my first reaction was when I heard the news?

[I didn’t worry about your life or death at all. After all, they say a pestilence lasts a thousand years, so you, a disaster-causing playboy, would definitely survive.]

Looking at this sentence, Xu Yuan felt a slight sneer in his heart.

But then he noticed that the part of Li Junwu’s writing that had become sharper seemed to have paused for a long time at this point,

the ink at the end of the sentence spreading out, leaving behind a thick ink blot....

The pen that had paused resumed its movement, splashing out some mundane gripes similar to the ones from the past days.

[Let’s not talk about that anymore, I’ve been too tired these days to write to you. I was so exhausted I almost forgot about you, the playboy.

[Sigh.... For the first time, I understand that a person can actually live so wearily. The twelve hours of the day, even when split up and ground to dust, aren’t enough. I wish there were twenty-four hours in a day

[Luckily, I’ve broken through to Integration Body; otherwise, I would have probably been unable to hold on, practicing cultivation, training troops, studying military formations, leading the soldiers out for drills...

[Oh, by the way, a ten-day ago I led some of my subordinates into the Great Desert on patrol and encountered an army of those barbarian cubs. Guess what happened?

[With the force of my squadron alone, I directly crushed their force of more than two thousand men. This first battle was much stronger than Li Qingyan’s first battle.]

Seeing the other party’s "casual" boast, Xu Yuan’s emotions involuntarily felt amused, as if he had returned to the days when the Four Young Masters of the Capital were stirring up trouble in Di’an City.

Back then, when the four of them walked their caged birds, they would often mock and undercut each other like this...

His emotions abruptly ceased, and Xu Yuan’s eyes suddenly revealed a touch of melancholy.

Gong Yuanzeng and Wang Chengping’s fathers were both part of the imperial faction. Ever since the last gathering, there had been no contact, leaving only Li Junwu, his dear sworn brother.

The reason being that her father, the Marquis of Zhenxi, didn’t bother with court politics and only cared about defending the Western Desert.

Heaving a soft sigh, Xu Yuan looked at the stack of letters on the desk and silently opened the second-to-last one.

[Before the decisive battle at the Northern Frontier, Li Qingyan disappeared. You, this scourge, hadn’t actually died, had you?

[Xu Changtian, I warn you, if you dare to die on your own, I will skin you... Hmph, never mind, a pestilence won’t die. You definitely won’t.]

Looking at the first line of the letter, Xu Yuan’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Not because of the content, but because Li Junwu’s formerly caterpillar-like, serpent-like ugly handwriting had changed. Though still not outstanding, it now carried a certain sharp and crisp quality.

The military, a place that not only trains people but apparently calligraphy as well.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan leaned back in his chair and continued to read down.

And Li Junwu wasn’t the type to be overly sentimental. After briefly expressing her worry, she went on to talk about the miscellaneous matters in the military and the overall situation in Xize State.

Xu Yuan had already learned the gist of the information from various sources, but Li Junwu’s letter detailed the process more thoroughly.

The initial victories of the Barbarian Tribes tempted the royal court, like hyenas in the desert drawn by the scent of blood, to come hoping for a share of the spoils.

Li Junwu either fought alongside the Marquis of Zhenxi or led her own troops, engaging in more than a dozen skirmishes with the royal forces, and they all ended in decisive victories.

After reading the details, Xu Yuan suddenly felt that Li Junwu seemed truly formidable.

It seems there are indeed those who are born with knowledge. In just a few short months, this dear sworn brother had grown from a mere playboy into a general capable of leading troops.

As he pondered, Xu Yuan tore open the seal of the last letter.

The date was very recent, just a ten-day ago, and the content was largely similar to that of the second-to-last letter.

But when he reached the very end of the entire letter, Xu Yuan’s eyebrows suddenly raised.

[Oh, right, I came across a rather interesting incident before]

[Twenty days ago, I led two cavalry units deep into the Great Desert into the Valley of Death for a reconnaissance mission and encountered an elite force from the royal court.

[A thousand men, all in the Soul Condensation realm, escorting a very beautiful woman from the Western Region. It turned out she was the royal court’s Goddess, but unfortunately, I had too few troops with me. Even after ambushing them, the woman got away, otherwise, I could have let you, Changtian, get a glimpse of the allure of the Desert Goddess]

[However, after this ambush, while cleaning the battlefield, my lieutenant found a map of the royal court and an unsent letter asking for help on the body of a trusted aide.]

[Changtian, that Desert Goddess, seems to want to flee the royal court]