Miss Fairy, Please Hear Me Out

Word that Xu Yuan, the Third Young Master, was about to leave on a journey seemed to have spread through the inner decision-making circle of the Chancellor’s Manor.

Even though he was in Stillwater, 10,000 miles away from the Imperial Capital, Xu Yuan still received a number of farewell gifts. For example, an entire chest of military fasting pills, a cloth sack filled with all sorts of properly calibrated poisons, and a demonic beast egg with absolutely no sign of life.

Mhm. In short, most of them are rather abstract. Xu Yuan did not really mind. He knew very well that thanks to his glorious past achievements, not everyone in the Chancellor’s Manor liked him, this good-for-nothing young master.

Many people sent gifts only out of respect for his father, or for colleagues like Lou Ji and Hua Hong. Compared with those people, however, the gifts from elders close to him, such as Lou Ji and the others, were much better.

Take Hua Hong, for instance. This chairman of the wealthy Calm Sky Merchant Association, the old housekeeper who had followed his mother for her entire life, the Chancellor’s most trusted confidant, and a second rank powerhouse standing at the peak of the age, was not stingy at all. He directly had someone send him a full one thousand taels of fine silver.

When Xu Yuan woke up and saw it, he burst out laughing. That old money-grubber probably knew that sending silver notes would look too paltry, so he had people move two chests of actual silver to the entrance of his courtyard in the middle of the night.

Of course, where there were abstract people, there were naturally reliable ones too.

For example, Lou Ji, and his maternal uncle, the Sword Saint Feng Jiuxuan.

Lou Ji had Ying’er give him two tokens. If he ran into trouble while traveling the world, he could take these tokens to either the Listening Wind Tower or the Sword Whisper Pavilion. The Listening Wind Tower was an organization that sold intelligence. The Sword Whisper Pavilion was an assassin organization. Ying’er seemed to have come from there.

As for Feng Jiuxuan, he entrusted someone with delivering Xu Yuan a sword. Its name was Qing Yu, Clear Whisper, and it was just right for practicing the plot protagonist’s Forward Step Slash.

Last came Xu Changge, his elder brother. Before Xu Changge left, he asked Xu Yuan what he wanted.

Xu Yuan naturally said that he wanted to learn that Causality Sword of his. The moment the words left his mouth, Xu Changge flatly rejected him.

Xu Yuan had just been about to ask why when his big brother’s gaze changed. It became eager, almost itching for a fight.

If Ran Qingmo had not been present at the time, Xu Yuan even suspected this bastard would not only refuse to teach him, but would also beat him up before leaving.

His plan to learn the Causality Sword died before it was even born, but because of that, Xu Yuan vaguely formed a guess. If it could be taught, his big brother definitely would not have reacted so strongly. Perhaps the reason Xu Changge became weaker in the later stages of the plot was precisely because of the sword art he cultivated.

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Time passed quickly.

In the days leading up to departure, aside from receiving gifts as usual, Xu Yuan did not forget to cultivate every day.

After Ran Qingmo slept on the floor for ten days, he also, unsurprisingly, officially broke through to seventh rank Bone Tempering.

Breaking through realms as easily as drinking water really did feel pretty nice. Unfortunately, time was tight, and there was no longer any room left for him to cultivate at such a leisurely pace.

During those ten days, Ran Qingmo, like him, spent all her time cultivating. This iceberg of a woman seemed to rather enjoy this kind of life, where she did not need to use her brain at all and only had to curl up quietly in a room every day to cultivate.

Of course, the price was enormous. That source crystal he had given her earlier had been used up by roughly one fifth. She was basically a gold-devouring beast.

And after Ran Qingmo had slept on the floor for 20 days, Xu Changge also left. He had stayed here because of the soul ring. Once the secret realms, cultivation arts, and other information revealed by the Sage's remnant soul were verified to be true, there was naturally no reason for him to remain.

From their ambush of the plot protagonist, the Chancellor’s Manor had gained far more than expected.

They had killed the remnants of Burial Village, planted a hidden piece, captured a second rank expert alive, and even received a Sage's remnant soul as a bonus.

On top of that, the secret realms provided by the Sage were all extremely precious resource realms.

Over the past few decades, the various industries of the Chancellor’s Manor had basically formed a complete closed loop.

When others entered a secret realm, the most they could do was take away the best handful of things. Their actions would also be restricted by their cultivation, forcing them to proceed with extreme caution.

The Chancellor’s Manor was completely different. With its mature industrial chain, every usable cultivation resource inside a secret realm, such as ores, herbs, and demonic beasts, could be transported to where it was needed, rapidly crushed, digested, and converted into strength. It could be said that they had won so hard it was almost unfair.

So Xu Yuan felt no psychological burden at all when he asked this big brother of his for three more source crystals. After all, Ran Qingmo cultivated far too quickly.

Just like that, in the afternoon Xu Changge set off back to the capital, Xu Yuan also packed his luggage and left Stillwater City together with Ran Qingmo, ending his stay of several months.

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Another morning arrived.

Xu Yuan’s habitual biological clock slowly woke him from sleep, but what entered his eyes was no longer the familiar bed canopy of the past.

He froze for a moment, then yesterday’s memories surged back like the tide.

Only then did Xu Yuan remember that he had already left Stillwater. He was currently riding in a carriage toward the demonic beast breeding base deep in the mountains outside Ninesource. Xu Changge had left something there.

Supposedly, it was a treasure capable of restoring the soul power of that Sage's remnant soul, Luo Daofan.

Turning his gaze sideways, Xu Yuan saw Ran Qingmo’s flawless profile.

The RV, or rather, the carriage was not very large inside. Less than ten square meters, rectangular in shape, and arranged compactly, but quite elegant. There was a large bed, two meditation cushions, a seated tea tray, and an ancient zither.

Ran Qingmo was still sitting properly cross-legged on the other side of the large bed, cultivating. Because of the carriage’s limited interior design, the large bed served as both bed and seat.

Before Xu Yuan went to sleep last night, Ran Qingmo had already been sitting there cultivating. Since he had not told her to get down, she had simply stayed on the bed and cultivated through the entire night.

As if sensing his gaze, Ran Qingmo opened her eyes as well. “You’re awake?”

“Mhm.” Xu Yuan slowly sat up, still somewhat drowsy.

Looking at Ran Qingmo, who had not slept all night yet remained perfectly refreshed, he let out a long breath. He was a little envious of Ran Qingmo’s body, the kind that did not need rest.

Once a cultivator reached fourth rank Body Integration, the physical enhancements brought by cultivation would perfectly fuse into the body, achieving what was known as returning the shell to the mortal state.

Of course, this returning to mortality did not mean their physique became the same as an ordinary person’s. It meant that unless someone used source qi or soul intent to probe deeply, almost no other method could reveal any difference between them and a mortal.

Other than that, a fourth rank cultivator was already an Immortal in the eyes of ordinary people. No need to eat. No need to sleep. No need to worry about damaging the meridians while cultivating. They could simply burrow into some deep mountain like a proper Immortal and go into seclusion for decades.

The sky was dim and hazy. A slightly chilly winter morning wind blew in through the carriage window, pulling Xu Yuan back from his thoughts.

Out of habit, he lifted the blanket and was about to get up, but then he froze. When the morning wind rises through the long forest, standing up directly would be a little... indecent.

Ran Qingmo did not seem to notice his slightly odd movement. She only said softly, “Xu Yuan, I think we’re almost there.”

Xu Yuan was slightly startled. Then he pulled open the window curtain and looked outside.

Beyond the window, the flamehoof carriage was traveling along a hidden forest path. On both sides of the narrow road, there was still nothing but boundless, deep, dark woodland. Not the slightest trace of man-made construction could be seen.

A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, but before he could ask anything, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

“Xu boy, it’s an illusion formation. The entrance is about a hundred meters ahead on this path. Take out the token your brother gave you.”

Xu Yuan paused, then immediately took a purple-thorn token from his Sumeru Ring.

A hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye.

BUZZ! A long, drawn-out hum suddenly rang in Xu Yuan’s ears. When the sound faded, it seemed they had already passed through some kind of formation.

When Xu Yuan gathered himself and looked outside again, everything around them had completely changed.

The deep sea of trees from just moments ago was gone. In its place, a hundred meters away, stood a massive sinkhole.

The sinkhole was perfectly circular, with a diameter of roughly ten thousand feet. Looking at it from level ground, one could almost not see the far edge at a glance. The carriage carrying the three of them was parked beside this enormous abyss, and in comparison it looked no bigger than a tiny ant.

What made it even more chilling was that strange black mist was continuously surging out from the depths of the abyss, carrying with it an unsettling, skin-crawling aura.

Fortunately, there seemed to be a formation set above the abyss. Each time the black mist rose, a fiery-red barrier would immediately light up and stop it from spreading.

Xu Yuan stared at the black mist for several breaths, then said in a low voice, “This fog...”

Ran Qingmo’s fine brows furrowed slightly, but she said nothing.

The Sage's remnant soul fell silent for a moment, then let out a breath as if sighing. “This should be ghost fog.”

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