Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 848 - 532 Feng Yuanqin_2

Chapter 848: Chapter 532 Feng Yuanqin_2

"Hmm... no need, personal matters aren’t suitable for others to hear."

"Is that so..."

Qing did not seem surprised and continued to instruct, "Although he probably won’t act against you, having watched him for so many years, I fear... Never mind, I’ll seal my hearing and wait for you at the door. If anything happens..."

As Qing spoke, her gaze swept past Xu Yuan and glanced at Ran Qingmo,

"Directly notify me using Origin Qi or Will-spirit."

As her words fell, accompanied by a heavy metallic friction sound, the tightly closed iron door was slowly opened, revealing a slightly dim room inside.

At the sight of the layout within the room, Xu Yuan’s eyes instinctively narrowed.

Dim, but there was light...

This was not normal.

Prisoners in this era had no rights to speak of, and the cells within Black Prison, like the one where O’Reilly was held, were all absolutely dark; yet, this cell where Yin Liulan was, had light.

Feeling a hint of confusion, Xu Yuan was about to ask Qing for the reason, but saw that the woman had already leaned against the wall to rest with her eyes closed.

"She has already sealed her hearing."

Ran Qingmo quietly reminded on the side, "Shall we go in now?"

"Of course."

Xu Yuan chuckled lightly and stepped directly into the cell before him, but upon seeing the layout inside, a hint of surprise involuntarily flashed in his eyes.

This cell was different from the ones described in "Cangyuan Chronicles"; it was actually a suite.

Illuminated by a flickering oil lamp, although the room was dim, it wasn’t claustrophobic. It was about twenty square meters in size, and at the end of the room there was a wooden door.

"Drip..."

"Drip..."

"Drip..."

There was some old furniture in the cell, which had already accumulated a layer of dust, indicating the prisoner living inside had not been near the outside world for a very long time. However, judging by the wooden texture of the furniture, the material was quite extraordinary, just like the special supply cell Xu Yuan had once stayed in.

As Xu Yuan walked in slowly, he took out two silk handkerchiefs and handed one to Ran Qingmo to cover their mouths and noses from the dust, then silently walked up to the wooden door and stood still.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Yuan still decided to be polite and knock first.

"Tap tap tap..."

The gentle knocking resonated in the silent cell, but there was complete silence inside.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan glanced at the girl beside him and Ran Qingmo was also blinking and looking at him.

"....."

"....."

Staring at each other.

When unsure of what to do, people subconsciously seek the opinions of those around them, but unfortunately, the person with him now was Big Ice Lump; if it were Li Qingyan, she might have been able to give him some advice.

With a Wan’er smile, Xu Yuan knocked on the door again and said loudly,

"May I come in?"

"...."

The darkness, the ancient uninhabited cell, with the chilling convective wind had a rather eerie feeling.

But still, there was no response inside.

Seeing this, a smile rose in Xu Yuan’s heart.

The old man inside, who was about to be targeted for his wealth, must have heard the noise. Still playing the high and mighty while being a prisoner?

"Creak—"

As the old wooden door creaked open, Xu Yuan pushed the door and entered. While covering his mouth and nose with the silk handkerchief, he said softly,

"If you don’t make a sound, I’ll take it as your consent..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud roar suddenly exploded in front of Xu Yuan, the strong power stirring up an intense wind that hurt his cheeks.

As his pupils focused, Xu Yuan saw an Ink Sword straddling his view, and on the sharp edge of the sword, a withered palm was tightly clenched.

Nameless had made his move.

And Ran Qingmo had blocked the blow for him.

As this thought appeared in his mind, several bursts of wind swept towards him from behind!

Six withered and thin long arms, like a spider, flitted past Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo, striking heavily on the gray-robed elder in front of them.

Qing, sensing the fluctuation of Origin Qi, had also made her move.

The air fell silent for a moment, followed by a dull sound.

"Bang!"

The blow just now seemed to have exhausted all of the Nameless’s accumulated Origin Qi, leaving him without any resistance power, his whole body was struck heavily and sent flying backward.

In the blink of an eye, all the dust settled.

However, Qing didn’t seem to use his full strength either, as the Nameless old man’s gray clothes fluttered in the air for a few moments before he landed steadily on the ground.

The Nameless old man’s figure appeared stooped due to his age, with his long, unruly beard, making it hard to discern his true face. Still, the gaze that shot from his eyes firmly locked onto Xu Yuan’s.

In a moment of eye contact,

Xu Yuan’s gaze towards the old man became somewhat hostile.

"Old man, that’s quite a surprising welcome gift. I almost lost my head there."

"....."

The Nameless old man did not speak.

But, whether it was an illusion or not, after Xu Yuan’s words fell, the stooped gray-clothed old man seemed somewhat bewildered, and his bent back seemed to sag even lower.

After a few breaths of silence,

The Nameless old man’s snowy beard moved as if he was sheepishly smiling.

"Old... I’m... hehe... don’t be angry, compare being angry... since you’re here... come, sit down... oh, look at my memory, I’ll clean up for you first... it’s too messy... too messy."

Perhaps because he hadn’t spoken in a long time, the Nameless old man’s voice was trembling and disordered. While speaking, under Xu Yuan’s slightly puzzled gaze, the white-haired, stooped old man began tidying up the house on his own.

Inside the house it was cleaner than outside, perhaps due to the Nameless old man’s constant activity in the room, without much dust settling. However, the furniture and floor were covered with all sorts of books, seemingly for his entertainment.

While tidying up the inner room, the Nameless old man stealthily glanced at Xu Yuan at the door, continuing to speak in a soft voice:

"Hehe... The girl that you’ve brought is quite pretty and has good cultivation. Hmm... Your wedding must have been held already..."

"...."

Xu Yuan frowned and didn’t say anything.

Seeing his reaction, the Nameless old man quickly smiled sheepishly.

"Ahem, it seems I’m a bit too hasty. Sit first, let’s talk after sitting down..."

Watching the Semi-Saint old man’s cautious attitude towards him, Xu Yuan unconsciously looked back at the prison entrance, only to see Qing had already stepped out. She didn’t seem to be worried about the old man making another move on him.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan was even more certain of the old man’s identity.

Thinking about it, Xu Yuan suddenly asked softly,

"You... were trying to kill me just now, right?"

Silence fell upon the room instantly, and the Nameless old man’s book-collecting movements froze.

After a while,

The old man slowly straightened up and looked at Xu Yuan, wiping his wrinkled hands somewhat awkwardly on his gray robe, whispering,

"I... I didn’t know it was you who came. Don’t... don’t be angry."

"....." Xu Yuan didn’t respond.

The Nameless old man quickly turned towards Ran Qingmo, saying hurriedly,

"Don’t doubt me. If I had really wanted to take your life, the girl just now couldn’t have stopped me, right, girl?"

As he finished speaking, the oil lamp flickered silently.

Beside him, Ran Qingmo gently tugged at Xu Yuan’s sleeve, whispering,

"Xu Yuan... the grandfather really did stop on his own just now."

The Nameless old man’s spirits lifted instantly, he hurriedly nodded,

"Right... Right! That’s exactly it..."

Then,

The Nameless old man suddenly paused and asked cautiously,

"Changtian, do you... want to sit for a while before leaving?"

"...."

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan, now certain of the old man’s identity, quietly exhaled, leading Ran Qingmo slowly into the inner room while asking,

"How did you recognize me, Grandfather?"

"...."

Hearing the address, Feng Yuanqin’s murky eyes suddenly brightened, and he rubbed his hands,

"How could I fail to recognize my own grandchild? Qian’er often mentions her three sons; judging by your age, you can only be the youngest. It’s a bit messy here. Next time... next time you come over, Grandfather will make sure everything is tidied up for you."

After speaking,

Feng Yuanqin glanced tentatively at Xu Yuan’s expression.

Xu Yuan fell silent momentarily, then responded with a light laugh,

"Alright."