Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 828 - Five Hundred Nineteen

Chapter 828: Chapter Five Hundred Nineteen

Feng Jiuxuan was the first to return to the mansion, which actually wasn’t surprising considering the sword he had used to cleave the Sky Dome already demonstrated his strength.

Even if the higher-ups at Jiatiange were fully prepared, they wouldn’t be a match for him, let alone for an assassination without any warning.

The moment he saw that figure, Xu Yuan silently took his feet off the table.

It wasn’t out of fear, but primarily out of respect for his elder.

He stood up and bowed.

"Maternal uncle."

"Uncle."

The two soft greetings arose in the silent hall.

After the greetings, Xu Xinyao looked strangely at Xu Yuan, who stood firm as a pine tree next to her.

Previously, this third brother of hers, even when meeting their father at home, would at most just shout a greeting; why had he suddenly started to formally bow today?

But soon, Xu Xinyao’s gaze was fixed on the spherical object that Feng Jiuxuan was holding in his hand.

It was a head.

The holy golden hair was stained with blood, and the angular, god-like face bore a calm expression that told of his painless departure.

Feng Jiuxuan walked slowly into the bright hall holding the head of the Xi’en Emperor from the snowy outside, without any regard for the two juniors at home.

"Thud..."

After placing the head of the Xi’en Emperor on the desk, Feng Jiuxuan looked at his three nephews in front of him, his expression still as calm as a tranquil lake:

"Where is your father?"

"Ran Jianli has arrived; father is over there."

Xu Yuan replied softly, his eyes sweeping back and forth over the head of the Xi’en Emperor on the desk.

The cut on the neck was smooth, without any blood oozing out, and it could even stand upright on the flat surface of the table.

The scene was somewhat eerie, but Xu Yuan was already used to it.

The outside world wasn’t peaceful, and even Xu Xinyao, the Saint Mother, was accustomed to bloodshed during her travels.

A head was nothing.

He stared at the head, mainly wondering if this Xi’en Emperor would suddenly open his eyes and play dead.

According to the cultivation system of Dayan, by reaching the Primordial Realm one could keep a head alive; as the strongest Saint of Xi’en, such a mere decapitation shouldn’t have been fatal...

Amidst Xu Yuan’s thoughts, Feng Jiuxuan had already turned towards the direction of the marshy lake inside the Prime Minister’s Mansion, as if deep in thought:

"I didn’t notice Ran Jianli had arrived just now..."

"Maternal uncle."

Xu Yuan hesitated a bit and interrupted Feng Jiuxuan, pointing at the head of the Xi’en Emperor on the table, "He... is he dead?"

"He is dead."

Feng Jiuxuan replied, glancing back at the Xi’en Emperor with a rare trace of admiration in his elongated eyes: "He was strong, but his body was only slightly more robust than a mortal’s."

A strange expression flashed across Xu Yuan’s eyes.

Even though he had received a clear answer from Feng Jiuxuan, and even though Di’an City had nearly been destroyed tonight because of the Xi’en Emperor, he still felt something indescribable and peculiar.

It was quite reckless.

He had seen the cunning and depth of O’Reilly; the Xi’en Emperor, who commanded such respect from her, shouldn’t have been merely a muscle-bound brute.

But looking at the head in front of him, Xu Yuan was momentarily at a loss.

It was now difficult to say whether the Xi’en Emperor was overly confident or had left behind a contingency.

This Xi’en Emperor was completely like a major BOSS template, appearing only briefly before being slain by another BOSS template, Feng Jiuxuan; it was indeed peculiar.

At this thought, Xu Yuan suddenly paused.

He realized he had overlooked a very important person.

Where was O’Reilly?

Although the Xi’en Emperor and Feng Jiuxuan fought fiercely in the Sky Dome, O’Reilly shouldn’t have died in the aftermath of their battle.

Lifting his eyes to Feng Jiuxuan, Xu Yuan slightly quickened his pace:

"Maternal uncle, where is O’Reilly?"

The blood-stained Feng Jiuxuan in white raised his eyebrows slightly, then said softly:

"He used a momentary gap as the cost to teleport that woman away."

She ran away?

Hearing this, Xu Yuan’s sense of peculiarity grew even stronger.

That meant the Xi’en Emperor definitely came to rescue O’Reilly; but what on O’Reilly could compel the Xi’en Emperor to pay with his life to save her?

"..."

As thoughts whirled in his mind, Xu Yuan tried to piece together the fragmented information at hand, but unfortunately, he still failed.

The information was too scant; although there were some speculations, these were baseless and he needed more substantial evidence to support them.

With this in mind, Xu Yuan no longer hesitated, turning to Jiu Xuan, his eyes carrying a hint of gravity:

"Maternal uncle, the body of the Xi’en Emperor hasn’t been destroyed, has it?"

Feng Jiuxuan remained silent, giving him a glance as his finger slightly lifted.

Accompanied by a thud, a headless body clad in a purple-black mage robe appeared in the hall.

The cut was just as neat, also leaving no blood behind, clearly showing the stark white spine and the internal flesh and meridians of the neck.

Xu Yuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Jiuxuan glanced at the headless body and headless head, chuckling lightly:

"You once said, Changtian, that the Qi cultivated by those of Xi’en concentrates in the heart; I made sure to keep it intact."

"Thank you, maternal uncle."

Xu Yuan nodded his head, then promptly knelt down.

Although unfamiliar with Xi’en’s system of cultivation, he had some speculations through observing O’Reilly.

And now was the time to confirm it.

He wanted to see what was so special about this Mage of Xi’en’s heart.

His Spiritual Vision probed out, surging towards the body of the Xi’en Emperor.

But the moment it made contact, his Spiritual Vision was immediately repelled.