Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 812 - 508: Strength_2

Chapter 812: Chapter 508: Strength_2

He’s very strong.

During his contemplation, Ran Jianli’s grip on the giant sword’s hilt suddenly loosened, and a smile curved at the corner of his lips.

No, this seems to be a trap.

This Saint of Xi’en is setting a trap for Feng Jiuxuan by exploiting his pride; it seems this Saint of Xi’en lacks the pride typical of the strong.

While thinking this, Ran Jianli slightly shook his head.

However, in such a situation, one must use every means possible to have a chance of clinging to a sliver of life.

As soon as the thought crossed Ran Jianli’s mind, he saw that the sea of fire above the Sky Dome instantly extinguished, replaced by countless surging ribbons, like a gentle breeze, like roaming dragons, dancing continuously in the snowstorm.

The sudden change made a look of puzzlement flash across Ran Qingmo’s eyes:

"Master, what are those ribbons?"

Ran Jianli did not answer immediately.

With Ran Qingmo’s level of cultivation, he could only see the ribbon-like streamers surrounding the Xi’en Emperor and Feng Jiuxuan, but Ran Jianli, being a Saint himself, saw them clearly.

Those streamers were like constructs of Sacred Origin energy; they appeared smooth on the surface, but were densely engraved with all sorts of patterns and spells. These patterns and spells, fluttering across the sky, had firmly ensnared Feng Jiuxuan in their midst.

These spells were somewhat similar to the formations of Dayan but were fundamentally different in principle.

The formations of Dayan required engraving onto solid objects, whereas what the Saint of Xi’en had condensed were entirely energy constructs.

As his thoughts pondered this, Ran Jianli’s hand holding the giant sword moved slightly as if considering different ways to counter from his position.

If he were in Feng Jiuxuan’s place, how would he break through?

Would he attempt to sever these inscribed energy ribbons with his sword technique?

Or would he directly unfold his Dao Domain?

As he pondered, Ran Jianli suddenly sensed something amiss, his gaze shifted from the ribbons, suddenly raised upward, eventually settling on the layer of clouds from which snowflakes were steadily falling.

Then,

His originally calm and relaxed eyes suddenly became extremely grave.

The clouds above were also engraved with spells.

The snowflakes drifting down from there now carried an added divine luminescence.

"Ha...."

It was a sound of surprise, yet also of admiration.

A trace of excitement appeared on Ran Jianli’s wrinkled and weathered face.

Tonight, he had come to the Prime Minister’s Mansion with only two things in mind.

First, to protect his precious disciple.

Second, to personally investigate the changes within the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

But now,

He suddenly had one more thing he wanted to do.

He wanted to go up there and personally slaughter that Saint of Xi’en.

Ran Jianli didn’t consider himself obsessed with martial arts, but he also enjoyed the thrill of fighting against equals.

Unfortunately, it had been a long time since he had felt that thrill.

As he aged and his cultivation and status continuously rose, his every action began to represent much more.

He remembered the last time he fought, it was when he was in the Mortal Transcendence realm.

After breaking into the Saint realm, it had been over thirty years since Ran Jianli had fought anyone.

The carefree days of youth and the breathtaking moments flirting with life and death were almost forgotten by time, but now such an opportunity lay before him; how could he not be excited?

Ran Jianli’s breathing tightened slightly, his robust body trembling slightly, as he subconsciously gripped the giant sword.

"Hum—"

The giant sword in his hand, as if sensing its master’s emotions, let out a deep Sword’s Chant!

The heavy Sword’s Chant spread, sweeping out, and the entire Prime Minister’s Mansion was engulfed in flying dust and stones!

Sensing this energy mechanism, Ran Jianli immediately came to his senses, trying hard to calm the turbulent emotions in his chest.

As the leader of the Sect Alliance, as the Sword Sect Leader, he had to be rational.

Taking action now would be justified, with the righteousness of Great Flame in hand, but it would be better for both the Sect Alliance and the Sword Sect to stand by and watch from a safe distance.

After all,

This matter was entirely stirred up by the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

As Ran Jianli hesitated and struggled with the idea of charging the sky to confront that Saint of Xi’en, Ran Qingmo suddenly raised her slender index finger and poked him in the waist, calling softly:

"Master....."

Ran Jianli snapped back to reality, suppressing the excitement in his heart, giving a light cough, his tone forced gentle:

"Qingmo, what’s wrong?"

"Xu Yuan’s father has arrived."

"Ah?"

"...."

Ran Qingmo blinked, looking past Ran Jianli’s shoulder.

Ran Jianli’s eyebrows slightly raised, he slowly turned around, and his eyes grew a little colder.

He saw a middle-aged man in a Black Dragon Robe slowly coming down the stairs of the small building, his footsteps steady and calm.

Ran Jianli, looking at Xu Yinhè, spoke with an abruptly cold tone:

"Prime Minister, you have quite the method, my Sword Gang didn’t even sense your approach."

Xu Yinhè’s expression remained unchanged as he walked up to the master and apprentice, standing firm before them, and said softly,

"It was you who got distracted just now."

"Hmph."

Ran Jianli huffed coldly and gave him a deep look before shifting his gaze back to the Sky Dome, his tone somewhat unfriendly,

"What are you doing here?"

"Doing here?"

Xu Yinhè glanced at him, his profound eyes smiling, "If I remember correctly, isn’t this my residence?"

"..."

Ran Jianli fell silent for a moment and, taking Ran Qingmo’s wrist, began to walk towards the door,

"Qingmo, let’s go. Follow me back to the State Preceptor’s Residence..."

Ran Qingmo’s eyes widened as she instinctively grasped the windowsill.

She didn’t want to leave yet.

But the next moment,

"Crack."

The wooden windowsill was torn off completely, and Ran Qingmo’s hand, gripping the dislodged windowsill, was dragged outside by the burly old man, her lotus boots leaving a groove on the wooden floor. Her dark eyes blinked once, her gaze seeking help from the elderly Xu Yuan standing to the side.

Watching all this, Xu Yinhè was silent for a moment before finally speaking out,

"State Preceptor, I just sensed the Sword’s Chant of my sword and came over to check."

Halting his steps, Ran Jianli looked with complex eyes at his precious disciple who refused to leave his side and said to Xu Yinhè,

"If you have something to say, say it directly."

Xu Yinhè raised his eyes to the luminous swirl in the sky,

"My brother doesn’t like to be disturbed, so I hope you, State Preceptor, can restrain yourself."

"Heh."

Ran Jianli chuckled dismissively, releasing his disciple.

Ran Qingmo straightened up and looked at the wooden window frame in her hand, then cautiously glanced at Xu Yuan’s father across from her. Hesitant, she placed the frame into the Sumeru Ring.

She planned to try and fix it back in place once her master and Xu Yuan’s father had left.

Ran Jianli, aware of his beloved disciple’s intentions, felt a twitch in the corner of his eye uncontrollably but still focused his attention on the Chancellor of the Great Flame before him, boldly setting his price,

"I can refrain from taking action, but first you tell me the identity of that Xi’en Saint."

"He is the Xi’en Emperor."

"What?"

"I’m puzzled myself, but that’s what the intelligence reports say."

"Is that so..."

Ran Jianli murmured, a myriad of thoughts flashing through his mind, followed by a carefree laugh, and spoke softly with arms crossed,

"Since you’re being so generous, I won’t act tonight, but such a major incident, Xu Xiang, aren’t you going to help Feng Jiuxuan?"

With that, Ran Jianli’s eyes carried a deep significance,

"That Xi’en Emperor is strong. If Feng Jiuxuan falls tonight, your Prime Minister’s Mansion might have a tough time."

Xu Yinhè caught the implication in the other’s words, but his expression remained utterly calm.

"Falls tonight," not at the hands of the Xi’en Emperor.

The noise tonight was too great, and too many were watching.

It seemed like only the Xi’en Emperor and Feng Jiu Xuan were in the Sky Dome, but secretly, who knows how many Saints, like him Ran Jianli, were eager to try their hand.

Among these people, some were targeting the Xi’en Emperor, but not all.

Xu Yinhè exhaled lightly, uttering four words,

"It’s almost over."

Ran Jianli chuckled,

"Do you have that much confidence in Feng Jiuxuan?"

Xu Yinhè fixed his gaze on Ran Jianli for several breaths before slowly saying,

"Twenty years ago, Feng Jiuxuan was already stronger than me."

"......"

Ran Jianli raised his eyebrows at these words and stepped back to the window.

He didn’t think Xu Yinhè would joke with him about this.

Above the Sky Dome, light flickered, and two shadows dashed through the dark clouds and snowy night, with sword light and spells ringing in unison, and sounds that seemed to shatter the void continuously emerged.

If not for the Protective City Formation of the Imperial Capital opening a shield at a lower altitude, by now large swathes of the city would have been reduced to ruins from the shocks above.

Ran Jianli looked on for two breaths, his eyes showing a hint of doubt,

"It’s almost over? Why do I feel like they are just getting started?"

Xu Yinhè sighed softly, his voice melancholic,

"State Preceptor,

"Feng Jiuxuan is still using only the strength he had twenty years ago."

As his words fell,

The world changed abruptly, the snow surging upwards, as a huge void began to open against the clouds’ flow.