Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 805 - 505: The Sword Comes Out

Chapter 805: Chapter 505: The Sword Comes Out

"What? My uncle is already here?"

The flickering flames cast a long, slender shadow beside the man. He paused in his steps and turned to look at her with a surprised expression, "When did he arrive?"

With a gentle sway of her waist, Lou Ji walked with a feminine charm, speaking in a casual tone:

"I’m not sure exactly when, but by the time I noticed, he was already there."

Standing still for a couple of moments, Xu Yuan quickly caught up with Lou Ji and gave an awkward chuckle:

"Couldn’t he have given me a heads-up if he was coming early? It’s not like it’s a secret."

Lou Ji rolled her eyes helplessly, oozing charm:

"You know as well as I do; if he doesn’t want to be summoned, even your father can’t manage him, let alone an outsider like me knowing his whereabouts."

While speaking, Lou Ji turned her cheek aside, her long eyelashes drooping as her eyes half-closed, a devilish smile playing on her lips:

"Seeing how you looked back then, I almost thought you were completely unmoved by that blonde girl. Why the sudden fear now?"

"....."

Xu Yuan quickened his pace slightly, not continuing the topic, and instead asked softly:

"Sis, are we really okay walking this slowly?"

Although their walking pace wasn’t slow and they had already covered several miles in the walkway within less than half a moment, Xu Yuan had witnessed the vast aftermath of a Saint’s battle.

He had seen it both in his past life in Cang Yuan and in this life’s reality.

The fierce momentum of the Barbarian King upon entering the realm of a Saint could indeed be deemed immense; though he had never seen his uncle in earnest action, the final boss fight that occurred in Cang Yuan with their old father gave a hint of it.

That battle had turned the entire Di’an City into ruins.

In Cang Yuan, Di’an City wasn’t very big, just a few maps.

But in reality, Di’an City was a mega-city, sprawling so vast that one couldn’t see its end even from a high vantage point.

And from the occasional information Lou Ji let slip, it seemed that uncle’s strength might exceed their old father’s. After all, when one dedicates their life to an ideal, some things invariably have to be sacrificed.

Lou Ji’s enchanting eyes curled into crescents:

"Are you afraid the battle will affect you?"

Xu Yuan candidly nodded:

"I can’t withstand the aftermath of a Saint."

"Changtian, have you forgotten?"

Lou Ji raised her snow-white arm, rubbing Xu Yuan’s hair, squinting her eyes, her voice very soft:

"You are now in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and today is the last day of the grand feast."

"..."

Silence for a moment, Xu Yuan let out a subdued chuckle.

In the plot of Cang Yuan, many top members of the Prime Minister’s Mansion died outside, killed in one-on-one solo fights with the main protagonist. If top-tier bosses were to gather in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, even players at the Saint level wouldn’t stand a chance without cheats, being overwhelmed by crowd control.

"That’s also true; I might be overthinking it."

With his concerns eased, Xu Yuan’s thoughts grew agile, and he quietly asked, "Sis, do you think the person transported over really could be the Xi’en Emperor?"

Lou Ji countered with her own question:

"Do you think that girl was deceiving you?"

Xu Yuan shrugged, not answering, but his expression clearly showed he didn’t believe it.

He wouldn’t believe a word from O’Reilly’s mouth.

As an emissary sent to Dayan, the Xi’en Emperor must have been aware. To still respond to the Transmission Formation and come alone to an unknown grand territory of an empire required immense courage or immense confidence.

"I actually think it might be true," Lou Ji chuckled softly, speaking leisurely, "Even if it’s not the Xi’en Emperor himself, it would at least be a Saint."

Xu Yuan glanced at the dark corridor behind them and asked quietly:

"Why do you think so?"

"Of course, it’s a woman’s intuition." Lou Ji’s smile was radiant, "I think that blonde girl wouldn’t dare to do it unless she was confident that the other end of the Transmission Formation would respond to her."

Xu Yuan chuckled lightly, shaking his head:

"Xu Yuan, for someone who works in intelligence, trusting intuition isn’t a good habit, and risking a Saint’s life to save a Primordial princess of Di’an Empire? It seems mostly insane."

Lou Ji glanced at Xu Yuan with a hint of mockery in her eyes,

"Changtian, Hua Hong is also a Primordial, and Jiang He and Xu Xinyao are merely at the Soul Condensation stage. Do you think their importance is less than that of a Saint?"

"...."

"True, cultivation can determine many things, but it can’t decide everything. That blond girl probably has something unusually important for the Di’an Empire."

Lou Ji spoke softly, lifting her gaze to the cramped corridor’s ceiling above.

Her eyes seemed to penetrate the vast Formation covering the subterranean, though the dense layers of earth, to see the bustling feast happening inside the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

After looking at the sky for a few moments, Lou Ji shifted her gaze and continued walking forward,

"Additionally, if they didn’t come, wouldn’t this whole plot fail? Your father is still waiting to use this opportunity you created to eliminate those who pay lip service but act otherwise."

Xu Yuan followed at a leisurely pace, smiling,

"If they really came, wouldn’t father have other plans?"

"Of course,"

Lou Ji’s delicate hand waved slightly, "If they really came, your maternal uncle would probably relay some words from your father to that Saint from Di’an.

"After all, given the current situation, striking a deal with the high-level officials of the Di’an Empire, especially concerning the Boundary Void Stone, would yield far more benefits than killing a Saint."

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In the dark, cramped dungeon, two men as if fallen from the mortal plane met each other’s eyes, and at that moment, the air between heaven and earth seemed sharply defined.

In a silent space, O’Reilly, kneeling on the ground, unconsciously pressed her lips together.

The Emperor and the man in white were merely standing there, yet she felt her breath becoming slightly constricted.

This made her uncomfortable.

She preferred looking down rather than looking up.

But in this moment, due to the overwhelming aura emanating from the two men, she was forced to lower her head.

"Thud..."

A gentle footstep echoed in the silent dungeon, and the man hidden in the shadowy corner took a step forward.

Yet moving forward, his figure remained engulfed in the shadows.

The sacred and flawless radiance around the Emperor seemed to corrode, and as the man moved, darkness spread again throughout the dungeon...

No, not quite.

The dungeon merely reverted to its original state — dark, decayed, and damp.

The sound of each step from the man was light, yet each seemed to tread onto the hearts of those present.

The Emperor watched the man holding the sword, and as the man took another step, under the purple-black robe, translucent golden hair moved without wind as if in greeting or provocation.

Feng Jiuxuan halted.

The darkness under his feet was dispelled by the sacred light, casting rays on his white garment, whiter than snow.

Rather than this gloomy dungeon, the two figures should have met on the peak of a famous mountain or above the rushing waters of the Hailuo River amidst storm or snow.

The scene would have been beautiful.

But, unfortunately, all there was in this dungeon was eerie silence.

Feng Jiuxuan slowly drew his sword from its sheath.

A Sword’s Chant pierced the silence, as if cleaving the light and darkness of the dungeon into two.

The unique prison’s interior walls trembled minutely, which then turned into cracks, spreading across the six walls of the dungeon like a spider’s web.

Without any words, Feng Jiuxuan merely stood drawing his sword.

And the Emperor simply watched quietly as the man unsheathed his sword.

A harsh wind erupted in the enclosed space, waves undulating, O’Reilly’s complexion turning slightly pale, strands of blood emerging on her delicate skin, but under the surrounding luminance, they healed instantly.

The sword had yet to be drawn, but its presence was already felt.