Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 933 - 580: Who is More Mysterious?

Chapter 933: Chapter 580: Who is More Mysterious?

Overcast, light rain, drifting fog.

Listening to the rain patter outside, Xu Yuan sat in the pavilion, his eyes lowered reading the book in his hands.

The pages had yellowed with age, and the ink marks on the title page were somewhat blurred, but one could still make out the title.

Qianji Chronicles.

The author was untraceable, recounting what they had seen and heard along their travels through Qianji Gorge.

Qianji Gorge, being a lawless land, had given rise to many uncivilized barbarian tribes.

They had the most primitive customs and beliefs, as well as the bloodiest sacrificial rituals.

Compared to these tribes, the Earth Palace Remnants seemed civilized.

The most the Earth Palace Remnants did was believe in natural selection, driving the useless into ghoul nests to fend for themselves, whereas most tribes in Qianji Gorge actively engaged in cult-like blood sacrifice rituals.

Chopping off limbs, arranging amputated arms and legs on the ground in specific patterns, then splitting open the bellies of those already reduced to mere sacrificial objects, letting their blood flow along carved channels to form a grotesque pattern of blood.

The author described this part in great detail, vivid enough that one could almost sense the bloodiness through the text.

However, due to the passage of time, this part had become somewhat fragmented.

For instance, the patterns crudely imitated by the author, and also... the names of deities worshipped by those tribes!

Indeed, every land nurtures its own people.

Closing the ancient tome, Xu Yuan gently shook his head.

Based on the information he now possessed, these blood sacrifice rituals in Qianji Gorge should be considered a primitive bad habit.

After all, there was no such thing as the power of faith in this world.

Inside the Central Lands’ Fourteen States, many ethnic groups once had similar primitive rituals and worship, but by the Dayan era, these had largely disappeared.

The reason was simple.

Unruly, disrespecting the Imperial decree.

The Imperial Court and the Sects put effort into helping you develop and build; yet you don’t thank the officials, the Imperial Court, and not even the Sects, but instead, you thank some non-existent deity?

Is that not quite ignorant?

Thus, such practices gradually disappeared within Dayan Territory, eradicated by the concerted efforts of the Sects and the successive Imperial Courts.

Some were erased on a spiritual level, while those consistently unruly faced physical measures, with tens or hundreds of thousands of clansmen vanishing overnight.

Born on Imperial soil and not worshiping the Emperor but some deity? Then you might as well be sent directly to it.

In the feudal Imperial era, there were no human rights, not to mention any distinction between mortals and immortals.

But returning to the point, these blood sacrifice rituals were not entirely "feudal superstitions."

Indeed, some powerful creatures enjoyed these arrangements, forming pacts with tribes through these sacrificial rites.

Such as the Qilin Wolves of the Great Desert.

Exhaling deeply, Xu Yuan’s gaze fell on the rain veil outside the pavilion.

Mountain rain approaches, amid the misty, rain-soaked scenery.

Whenever it rained, a gentle, almost imperceptible fog enveloped the entire gorge, concealing this mansion within the vast abyss.

Based on what Xu Yuan knew in his past life, Qianji Gorge, situated inland, should have little rainfall, yet this place managed to have rain twice a month... Lady Wan indeed had some tricks up her sleeve.

Rolling up his sleeves, Xu Yuan dipped his arm into the fine rain, feeling its cool tickling sensation, unconsciously curling the corners of his lips.

In two days, through Spiritual Vision, Xu Yuan had begun to grasp Lady Wan’s methods of manipulating people’s minds.

This rain and fog were part of Lady Wan’s spellcraft.

Her method of controlling minds involved those strange substances floating in the air, and this rain and fog were the condensation of those substances.

If one considered those strange substances in the air to amount to one in clear weather, then this mist would be five, and the rainwater would be twenty.

Just like the current light rain, silently nurturing everything, conventional methods had no way of detecting it.

Bai Muxi fell ill from long periods of staying indoors to cultivate, while Ran Qingmo escaped disaster by leaving early and returning late every day. As for Xu Yuan himself...

He withdrew his hand, Xu Yuan stared at the crystalline dew on it, his expression calm yet profound.

This thing was completely ineffective on him.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan clenched his hand tightly, and when he opened it again, the dew had already disappeared.

The night before, after removing the impurities from Xiao Bai’s body, Xu Yuan actively tried to absorb them into his own body, only to discover that they could actually aid his cultivation.

Although it was just a tiny bit, it definitely increased.

This Lady Wan, she doesn’t seem human.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan once again placed his hand under the rain curtain, and the droplets that fell onto his hand instantly disappeared...

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Inner chamber hall.

The faceless young woman, still slim and graceful, continued to caress her belly, but her gaze was unblinkingly fixed on the direction of the pavilion.

During the rain, the entire expanse under the Heavenly Canopy was within her sensory range.

At this moment, she sharply sensed that a part of her spellcraft had suddenly disappeared.

It was very subtle, but at her level, even the slightest fluctuation could be sensed microscopically.

She poured her mind and conscience into the rain curtain, rushing towards the pavilion where the change occurred, but she only saw a rocking chair.

No one was sitting on it, but it was gently rocking back and forth.

"Creak..."

"Creak..."

Under the dim sky and obscured by the mist, the unoccupied rocking chair at the edge of the pavilion rhythmically rocked, its sound particularly eerie amidst the patter of the rain.

"Mommy, what’s wrong?"

The childlike voice, seemingly noticing the unusual behavior of his mother, emerged crisply from the belly of the young woman.

The woman hidden in the shadow fell silent for a moment, then gently spoke:

"That gentleman seems unwilling to like Nuonuo, warning mommy not to mess around."

"Ah... why does he have the right?"

The child’s voice sounded somewhat puzzled: "If everyone is happily eaten by me, wouldn’t that make everyone happy? Isn’t that great?"

The young woman gently comforted the boy in her belly:

"Perhaps... because the gentleman and Nuonuo are of the same kind."

"If he is of the same kind, he should be even more willing to be eaten by me."

Saying this, the childlike voice naturally continued: "Isn’t that what you do, mom?"

"Mommy is willing to be eaten by you because she loves you."

The young woman’s eyes in the darkness shimmered gently: "But the gentleman doesn’t know Nuonuo, so why not send him away, mommy?"

"No!"

"If the gentleman leaves, you can eat your favorite Sister Su...."

"Pfft."

Before she could finish speaking, a not fully developed little hand directly pierced through the young woman’s slightly bulging belly, splattering blood on the twisted crimson patterns on the ground.

The childlike voice carried a hint of frenzy, seemingly trying to crawl out:

"I don’t care, mommy you promised to let me eat that gentleman. If your words don’t count, Nuonuo will go find the gentleman myself!"