Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 816 - Five Hundred and Ten: Bamboo Forest

Chapter 816: Chapter Five Hundred and Ten: Bamboo Forest

A single sword strike ended it all,

The chill wind roared past, leaving the bamboo groves and pavilions outside Di’an City eerily silent.

A distinguished-looking middle-aged man gazed long at the phenomenon in the Sky Dome, and in the cold winter night, he slowly exhaled a breath of white mist:

"Such a stunning sword strike..."

The man was gone, yet the sword’s radiance remained.

The invisible sword radiance, as if carved by a divine axe descended from the heavens, left a scar across the dome that stretched to the horizon, its dazzling halo, like the aurora, pouring down upon the mortal world, lingering long into the black snowy night.

Seeing this, the hunched old man slowly sat back down inside the pavilion, his voice carrying a trace of admiration, yet not a hint of concern:

"It seems all our worries were unnecessary. Who would have thought that young lad from the Feng Family would reach such a realm? After tonight, in terms of reputation, I fear no one will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sword Saint’s name for quite some time."

The middle-aged man glanced back at the old man:

"You aren’t worried?"

The hunched old man cracked a grin:

"Worried? Why should I be? I’m too pleased to be worried. Although I indeed wanted to see Di’an’s destruction, I also wanted to see that foreign Saint pay the price for it.

"After all, how could I claim to be a person of Dayan otherwise?"

The middle-aged man remained noncommittal:

"Your words don’t carry much weight coming from you."

"Believe what you want, but what I say is true."

The cold wind sneaked through the gaps in the pavilion, messing up the old man’s white hair at the temples. As he spoke, he took a deep look at the middle-aged man across from him and said softly:

"Emperor Bai, if you faced the Sword Saint, what chance would you have of victory?"

"If victory could be decided by mere observation, there wouldn’t be so many life-and-death struggles in this world."

The middle-aged man slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression as calm as ever, with no further comment: "More than Feng Jiuxuan, what truly piques my curiosity on this visit to the Dayan Territory is that Prime Minister of Dayan."

At these words, the old man’s shadowy eyes narrowed slightly, and then he let out a low laugh. The laughter, dry like the cries of a ghost, murmured through the silent snowy night:

"Xu Yinhè?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his gaze dropping to his own palm, which bore some claw-like scales:

"Feng Jiuxuan may now be remarkable, but of the humans I’ve seen, he’s not without peer. I’ve seen stronger than him, but Xu Yinhè is different."

A flicker of unusual light passed through the old man’s eyes.

Lord of the Ancient Abyss, Emperor Bai.

This Great Demon had lived longer than the Dayan Empire itself, a veritable living fossil, having witnessed people and events unknown to outsiders.

Gently twirling his goatee, the hunched old man’s eyes reflected a trace of contemplation, and his smile held a shade of darkness:

"Are you worried about that boy Xu Yinhè?"

The middle-aged man didn’t hide his concern, his voice growing solemn:

"Yes, if Xu Yinhè’s realm exceeds that of Feng Jiuxuan tonight..."

"Don’t worry."

The hunched old man chuckled, interrupting the middle-aged man: "Although the lad hasn’t made a move in quite some time, and I’m not entirely sure, I suppose he’s probably not up to Feng Jiuxuan’s level."

The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment, the image of that dashing and spirited youth coming to mind, his voice slightly fluctuating:

"I have seen him once. He does not seem like one who would let others surpass him."

"You’re right. When these two lads were younger, Feng Jiuxuan indeed never won against that Xu surname, but, sadly, these years his focus hasn’t been on cultivation."

The old man seemed somewhat excited to discuss this, rubbing his hands together with a chilling chuckle:

"Humans, once they set their minds on some impractical endeavors, must let go of many things."

"What a pity."

The middle-aged man looked towards Di’an City, falling silent for a moment, his voice laced with a sigh, and a tinge of relief: "When I first saw Xu Yinhè, I thought your Human Race might produce another figure like the Heavenly Gate Sword Immortal."

The old man raised his eyebrows upon hearing the words:

"Emperor Bai, you actually hold such a high regard for that young man named Xu?"

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the stooped elder:

"I think, considering you’ve been forced to skulk and show your tail, you probably aren’t qualified to say that."

The stooped old man, hearing this, wasn’t angered and chuckled in a sinister ’kokoko’:

"Maintaining closeness with friends, Emperor Bai, if you keep this up, I might actually get angry. But let’s leave it at that for now, after all, you are not wrong in what you say."

As he spoke, he shook his head and snorted lightly:

"However, with the current level of Origin Qi in the world, it is unlikely that we’d see someone akin to a Sword Immortal.

"A single sword that split Yin Mountain into Tianmen Mountain—that kind of person, in this world, is likely untouchable even by military formations, tsk tsk..."

"Perhaps," replied the middle-aged man noncommittally.

"Tapping—"

The idle chat concluded, the stooped old man lifted a finger and gently tapped on the stone table before him, parting his dry lips in a grin:

"Emperor Bai, the matter tonight has indeed provided us with a wake-up call. It would be best if we set a trap to eliminate Feng Jiuxuan and those Minister’s Sages first."

Emperor Bai showed a hint of contemplation:

"Difficult, it’s impossible to kill him inside Di’an City unless Feng Jiuxuan leaves Di’an City and his whereabouts are exposed."

"I knew you would say that..."

The stooped elder laughed meaningfully, as if he had a plan in mind, but he did not elaborate. Instead, he continued with a smile, "Alright, the interlude has passed. Now, let’s discuss the main issue at hand.

"Emperor Bai, we’re cooperating with Jiatiange to go to the Western Desert. Does your Ancient Abyss have any interest in joining in?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have already heard of this matter:

"The Desert Goddess?"

The stooped elder laughed ’hehe’:

"The Dachao Royal Court wastes the gifts of heaven and does not cherish such treasures; how could we possibly miss out on such an opportunity."

"But I recall that the Tartar People are also our allies."

"In this world, there are no eternal allies. From the moment the Northern Barbarians fell, from the moment they fell out with the Goddess, that alliance dissolved. Weakness isn’t a sin, but it’s a big mistake for the feeble who lack self-awareness."

As he said this, the stooped elder smiled eerily:

"Your Ancient Abyss has always been interested in that Divine Beast Qilin Wolf in the Great Desert, haven’t you?"

Emperor Bai fell silent for a while, just as he was about to speak, his calm gaze suddenly shifted to the side of the bamboo grove.

And as his gaze moved, the stooped elder across from him also raised an eyebrow, looking towards the secluded depths of the bamboo grove beside the pavilion.

There, it seemed someone had been transported.

A moment of silence.

The stooped elder bared his teeth and smiled:

"It seems heaven has granted us a little gift. Will you take action, or shall I?"

"The Qi mechanism of the Demon Race is too unique and might be sensed by the Sages within the city."

"Then let me do it, to think there would come a day when I must act personally, an old bag of bones like me."

With those words,

the stooped old man suddenly raised his arm to the side and hooked it ever so slightly.

"...O’Reilly."

Ever since being transported out of the city by that "father" figure with a Spatial Magic Ring, she had not dared to delay for even a moment, activating the Spatial Magic Ring to flee in the direction away from the Dayan Imperial capital continuously.

But,

what did this scene before her mean?