Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 991 - 613 Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

Chapter 991: Chapter 613 Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

Two figures, small as rice grains, appeared intermittently in the void above.

The high-altitude winds were strong, howling past and stirring the robes of the two men, serene and silent.

On that distant horizon, the border fortress known as the Zhenxi Prefecture was discernible atop the cliff, fading in and out of view.

Emperor Bai’s eyes, bright as torches, held a grave scrutiny, while the hunched old sage’s eyes were filled with remembrance and sighs.

In the silence,

the hunched old sage suddenly let out a deep sigh:

"After the Tatar Chao turmoil ended years ago, I made a special trip here once. Back then, the Qianxia Gorge was riddled with scars, and even that fortress town had been razed to the ground in the war. In the blink of an eye, so many decades later, this place has become so prosperous again."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Bai slowly redirected his gaze, turning to look at the face of the elder beside him, etched with wrinkles:

"With the imminent war, do you still have the leisure to indulge in nostalgia and lament the present?"

"As one ages, it’s only natural to become more talkative."

The old sage’s lonely eyes flashed with a touch of melancholy, and then he chuckled twice, saying:

"Speaking of age in front of you, a millennium-old Great Demon, seems I’m a bit muddled."

Speaking,

a thoughtful look flashed across the old sage’s eyes as he stared at the distant Zhenxi Prefecture City and asked with a smile:

"But Emperor Bai, don’t you millennia-old Great Demons also feel sentimental when revisiting old haunts, considering the world’s great transformations?"

"I once did."

Emperor Bai fell silent for a moment, not evading the question, his voice level: "But having seen too much, one naturally becomes numb, or rather, forces oneself into numbness."

The old sage curled up a smile:

"It seems that those picture books I loved in my youth did not deceive me, demons can have emotions too....."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Emperor Bai snorted coldly:

"If you wish to reminisce, you can wait until Zhenxi Prefecture City is destroyed."

Saying this,

Emperor Bai’s dragon-like eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous intent rapidly emanating from him

"But before we take action, I hope you can tell me how you managed to make a deal with that peculiar family of three."

The hunched old sage stroked his white beard on his chin, seemingly anticipating this question, his voice ambiguous:

"About that, it’s a long story."

Emperor Bai gently raised his hand, a terrifying dot of distorted air appearing between his palm:

"No worries, before we fight, I have the time to listen to you tell it at length.

"Why was Qing’er lured to the Evil Spirit Abyss, and why was she severely injured by the offspring of that Bug Saint.

"I hope you can provide a logically coherent reason."

Seeing this, the old sage’s eyes also flashed with a sharp light, chuckling as he said:

"Actually, there’s nothing I can’t talk about. That Saint Level Yin Ghost has made a few deals with us before, and this time’s deal was simply me brazenly asking what they wanted."

Emperor Bai asked:

"What about Qing’er’s matter?"

The old sage smiled and said:

"As for the Princess’s issue, I can swear that we had no knowledge of the relationship between that Yin Ghost and Mu Xingyi, nor did we know of their ominously born child. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths to capture the Bug Saint, just to find out the whereabouts of Li Junwu and the Desert Goddess."

"....."

Emperor Bai’s hand, covered with Dragon Scales, clenched tightly, the frightening light in his palm instantly dispersing, seemingly accepting the answer, and asked:

"What do they want?"

"The man by the side of Jiatiange’s Saintess."

"That Integration Body?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"For the birth of their child, they must devour that man. However, the specifics of what’s special about him, the couple did not share with me."

"..."

After a brief silence, Emperor Bai spoke unhurriedly:

"Does this mean that while we are breaking the siege, we also have to face the Saintess from Heaven’s Watchtower?"

"Theoretically, yes."

The hunchbacked elder noticed something in the other’s expression and his eyes also took on a hint of seriousness: "That woman... do you fear her that much?"

Emperor Bai pondered for a moment before replying softly:

"The Energy Mechanism within her is not inferior to the Sword Saint of Di’an in a single night."

"...."

Hearing this assessment, the expression on the hunchbacked elder’s face gradually turned odd.

The Saintess of Heaven’s Watchtower...

In the matter of the Great Desert, they had already reached an agreement with Heaven’s Watchtower.

Heaven’s Watchtower provided intelligence with their millennia of foundation, while they, the reclusive Immortal Sects, would execute the specifics, finally allowing Heaven’s Watchtower to swallow the Dachao Royal Court, whereas the Qin Family would handle the covert replacement at the Marquis of Zhenxi’s Mansion.

Now that it had come to this, what was the meaning behind the Saintess causing such a stir?

Thoughts raced through his mind swiftly, but the hunchbacked elder could never fully grasp what the Pavilion Master of Heaven’s Watchtower was plotting. However, the habitual way of thinking from his years in a high position led him to spot something amiss.

Heaven’s Watchtower had absolutely no reason to turn against them.

Hiding the true strength of the Saintess must have some purpose, but currently, there was nothing in the Western Desert that Heaven’s Watchtower could additionally plot for.

Swallowing the Dachao Royal Court could rely on the special status of the Desert Goddess and the Qilin Wolf, but Zhenxi Prefecture could only rely on the Mu Clan Commerce Guild.

The control of the Desert Goddess and the Qilin Wolf, the heart of the former king, had already been handed over to that woman, the Pavilion Master of Heaven’s Watchtower, to personally receive, while the control of the Mu Clan Commerce Guild would not change sides due to the Saintess’s strong power.

Given this, the actions of the Saintess should not be based on the interests of Heaven’s Watchtower?

But why would the Saintess of Heaven’s Watchtower act contrary to the Pavilion Master?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant; the hunchbacked elder found no answer and revealed nothing in front of Emperor Bai.

In this deal, both the Ancient Abyss and Heaven’s Watchtower’s objective was to acquire the Qilin Wolf, but such Ancient Beasts must never be handed over to Alien Races.

According to his and Heaven’s Watchtower’s original plan, at the moment when all the dust had settled, it would be the time for them and Emperor Bai to completely turn against each other.

He would join forces with the Pavilion Master of Heaven’s Watchtower, preparing in advance to launch a siege on Emperor Bai, attempting to behead the Lord of the Ancient Abyss to provoke internal turmoil within the Ancient Abyss... in case Dayan would erupt into a civil war in the future, which the surrounding Ancient Abyss might take advantage of....

In this silence, Emperor Bai, looking at the elder’s odd expression, asked softly:

"Actually, you needn’t worry too much. You must have seen as they entered the city, the Saintess did not notice our existence. There must be some limitations to her exerting such power."

Upon hearing this, the voice of the hunchbacked elder, rough as if bark being sanded, sounded faintly:

"I am aware of this matter, what I am actually worried about is something else."

Emperor Bai’s eyes slightly narrowed:

"Prime Minister’s Mansion?"

"Of course."

The hunchbacked elder let out a small sigh:

"The Prime Minister’s Mansion holds the Boundary Void Stone; if that Sword Saint gets teleported over, with the Protective City Formation’s shelter, and with the Saintess, unexpected complications are likely to arise."

Emperor Bai glanced at Zhenxi Prefecture City, which was faintly discernible in the clear sky, and calmly asked:

"Hasn’t your Qin Family thoroughly infiltrated the Zhenxi Prefecture City?"

"That’s a card we will only play when we are left with no choice."

The hunchbacked elder’s voice was equally serious: "If we break the formation from within the city, once the news is transmitted by the Communication Crystal, our position would instantly become precarious."

"There is no gain without sacrifice."

In Emperor Bai’s dragon-like gleaming eyes, his voice was low and seductive:

"If that Sword Saint dares to teleport in alone, you... wouldn’t you want to take the opportunity to sever Xu Yinhè’s arm directly?"

As the words ended, the two men looked at each other, speechless.

After a moment,

"If possible, I really don’t want to be so rushed. The Desert Goddess and Li Junwu have been confirmed to be hiding in Zhenxi Prefecture City. Even if those two girls realize that the Zhenxi Army is no longer reliable, a thorough search will eventually turn them up."

The hunchbacked elder exhaled softly and looked in the direction of the southwest:

"It’s just a pity that the war between the Marquis of Zhenxi and the Dachao Royal Court is about to conclude, with less than a month left. Three large-scale military operations have been conducted, and the Tartar People lost every battle, continuing to fight would likely leave them severely weakened.

"They are nothing but a bunch of weaklings. I wonder what Nalan Ting, such a mighty ruler, would think looking down from the heavens, seeing his descendants acting like this?"

As he spoke,

The resolute sharpness emerged in the hunchbacked elder’s withered eyes:

"Emperor Bai, if that Sword Saint really dares to teleport over, I will naturally arrange for someone to break the formation from within the city!"