Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 810 - 507 Di’an Imperial City_2

Chapter 810: Chapter 507 Di’an Imperial City_2

Moreover, didn’t this act by the Da Yan Kingdom risk sparking war with Xi’en?

As his thoughts flickered, a thunderous sound echoed from above the Sky Dome, but this was not Feng Jiuxuan and the visitor from Xi’en clashing again. Instead, it was the response from within the City Defense Offices of the Di’an City.

As the absolute heart of Da Yan, whether it was the soldier’s guards, the city defense measures, or the high-rank cultivators, all were the finest of Da Yan.

The moment that towering sword light ignited, the City Defense Formation belonging to the Imperial Capital of Da Yan had already lit up. Several streams of escaping light soared into the sky from various parts of the Imperial Capital, each one terrifyingly swift, tearing through the sky with a thunderous roar.

The iron-clad Imperial Guards, under the organization of various military academies, had already started preparing to break camp and were rushing to the front of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, along the expansive Beast Paths of Di’an City.

The Crown Prince’s chariot parked in front of the inner gate of the Prime Minister’s Mansion seemed as negligible as a small boat at this moment.

Li Junqing scanned the situation in the sky and said in a low voice, "The Imperial Guards and people from the City Defense Office are here, along with some high-ranking members of the Sects."

Li Yucheng didn’t pay attention to those escaping lights because his eyes were already firmly fixed on a third figure in the sky.

The gap in their cultivation levels prevented Li Yunqing from detecting this person, but Li Yucheng had managed to spot him.

He was a burly old man with flowing beard, dressed in white warrior clothes, carrying a giant sword on his back. His robe danced wildly with the wind and snow, his calm gaze fixed on the two figures in the void.

As a Saint himself, he was undoubtedly the first to arrive at the scene.

Yet at the sight of this figure, Li Yucheng’s eyebrows gradually furrowed:

"The State Preceptor has also arrived."

"....."

Li Junqing, who had already begun to prepare for fleeing, was immediately taken aback, his voice carrying a touch of incredulity:

"The State Preceptor? Why would he come back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion to wade into this muddy water?"

Although he didn’t understand the State Preceptor’s temperament well, from a political standpoint, no matter what huge changes occurred within the Prime Minister’s Mansion, it would be all beneficial and no harm to the Sect Alliance he was affiliated with.

The best choice was to wait and see how things unfolded.

Why come over to this floor at this time? Was it to join the fight?

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Within the elegant pavilion at the peak of Jiulong Mountain, all was quiet and solemn.

The elder wrapped in the Imperial Dragon Robe remained reclined on the window-side soft couch, his gaze still on the snowflakes outside the window, but now his cloudy eyes betrayed a strange pensiveness.

Li Yaoxuan had seen the man in the bizarre mage robe emitting a holy radiance, and it seemed the man had also seen him.

Their gazes met across hundreds of miles.

Although it was but a moment, Li Yaoxuan saw something familiar.

He had felt this same feeling from the Monster Emperor in the Ancient Abyss, as well as in himself.

But compared to him and the Monster Emperor, the newcomer’s gaze carried something else.

Dominance.

The kind of dominance that disregarded everything else.

As if saying, in heaven and earth, I stand supreme above all.

It was a kind of absolute condescension.

Li Yaoxuan’s eyes contained no trace of resentment, but rather, they showed a hint of contemplation.

Most geniuses possess their own pride—it’s a privilege endowed by the heavens. Yet, there are so many talents in this world, and the difference between geniuses can be even greater than that between humans and dogs.

However, after seeing those who truly can suppress an era, such pride naturally fades away as they recognize that they are merely ordinary mortals.

The person who arrived tonight clearly had not undergone such an experience.

The expression on Li Yaoxuan’s face was somewhat playful.

He did not know why the man, who appeared to be the Xi’en Emperor, dared to provoke Xu Yinhè in the Imperial Capital, but he looked forward to how his old friend would handle it, and to the astonishment and shock that would wash over the Xi’en Emperor when his arrogance was shattered by his friend.

Mr. Nie, hiding nearby, cautiously observed the Emperor’s expression.

After decades of companionship, he saw a touch of nostalgia in the Emperor’s calm face.

Mr. Nie knew what the Emperor was thinking.

Since his youth, the Emperor had enjoyed watching the pain and fear of those proud geniuses as their arrogance was crushed.

But now, there was no one left to bring him such satisfaction.

However, it seemed that tonight there might be one.

"Your Majesty, that Saint seems to be from Xi’en. Shall we do something?" Mr. Nie’s voice rose appropriately.

Li Yaoxuan slowly turned his gaze to his loyal companion, pondering for a moment:

"Hmm... What do you think we should do?"

Mr. Nie bowed his head deferentially:

"This servant believes that this matter is most likely deliberately orchestrated by Prime Minister Xu, who probably does not wish for us to intervene. However, we cannot do nothing. At the least, we should arrange for the Imperial Guards to break camp and send the Zongzheng to supervise the army."

As the rulers of Da Yan, such actions in the Imperial Capital by someone from the royal dynasty would have an extremely negative political impact.

The Commander, the supreme military authority within the City of Di’an.

The Zongzheng, the powerful leader in charge of managing the Imperial Family’s clan.

His cultivation was very high, but no one knew just how high it was.

The two of them setting out revealed the attitude of the royal family.

Even if they chose to watch from the sidelines, the blade’s edge could still coerce tonight’s onlookers.

Li Yaoxuan’s eyelids lowered in contemplation, and then he let out a low chuckle,

"Then pass on my oral decree, have the City Defense Formation on standby, and the head of the Imperial Guards must immediately lead three battalions to take over the defense of the Prime Minister’s Mansion and ensure the Prime Minister’s complete safety."

"....."

Hearing this, Mr. Nie trembled inside but did not respond.

Li Yaoxuan chuckled again,

"Rest assured, although my end is nearing, I have not become senile yet. He will certainly handle the matter well before the Imperial Guards arrive."

This was his absolute trust in Xu Yinhè.

Mr. Nie let out a long sigh of relief and, as if recalling something, he said in a low voice,

"Your Highness, it seems the State Preceptor has already arrived over there."

"Ran Jianli is there to meet his beloved disciple, he won’t get involved in this matter."

Li Yaoxuan waved his hand to extinguish the lights in the pavilion and reclined on the couch, his deep voice slowly carrying over,

"I am tired. I hope they don’t disturb my rest tonight."

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"Master, you’ve come..."

The crisp and cold voice echoed in the silent night, a girl in black clothing looking up at her master, who was taller than her by a head.

On the vast wetland lake, which had frozen over on this cold winter night, two figures stood in front of a window in a small building at the lake’s heart.

Ran Jianli cracked a smile and raised his large hand, placing it on the girl’s head and gave it a rub,

"Haven’t seen your master for so long, did you miss me?"

Ran Qingmo lowered her head and honestly replied,

"I... have been cultivating."

The old man’s eyes showed a little disappointment, but considering this disciple’s nature, he let it go. But still, he asked one more question,

"What about that boy?"

Ran Qingmo fell silent for a moment, her head lowered, and she replied with a hint of dejection,

"Xu Yuan... he still hasn’t returned to the mansion."

"Are you saying you miss him?"

"Sometimes, when I finish my cultivation practice."

"Humph, I knew it."

"...."

Ran Qingmo stood gracefully in place, looking puzzledly at her master, her beautiful eyes blinking, seemingly not understanding why her master was getting angry.

Facing the gaze of his disciple, Ran Jianli sighed lightly,

"Never mind, forget what your master said."

"Oh..."

Ran Qingmo softly responded, her eyes lifting towards the sky as she asked in a low voice, "Master... is that man above Xu Yuan’s uncle?"

"Yes, he is."

Hearing this question, Ran Jianli also collected his emotions, "Tonight I came to show you, Qingmo, the desperate struggle of the pinnacle figures in this world."

Ran Qingmo blinked at this, her dark and lovely eyes flickering,

"A desperate struggle?"

"Yes." Ran Jianli’s expression grew solemn.

"Aren’t you going to help, Master?"

"He doesn’t need it."

"Oh..."

Ran Qingmo responded, her eyes showing a mixture of understanding and confusion, but she could somewhat guess it had to do with the positions of the Sword Sect and the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

"Spirit Condensation!"

Suddenly, Ran Jianli exclaimed in a low voice, reversing his grip on the Giant Sword behind him, and with a swoosh, it was thrust into the ground.

With that action, the small building at the heart of the lake was instantly enveloped in an obscure sword intent, making it seem elusive to outsiders, like a mirage.

After completing these preparations, Ran Qingmo revealed an excited smile,

"Qingmo, watch carefully, it’s about to begin."