Fairy, Please Listen to My Explanation

Chapter 23: Xu Changtian

“Continue.”

“We can start again.”

“We don’t have much time.”

“Don’t stand there, I’m already awake, continue.”

“.”

There was no sound, no conversation.

In this cramped cave embedded in the mountains, there was only Xu Yuan’s calm reminder every time he woke up from near-death.

And every time Xu Yuan’s voice sounded, it weakened a bit.

With Ran Qingmo waking up Xu Yuan from unconsciousness in advance, the time he woke up from near-death shortened from about two hours to less than half an hour.

Transferring Qi to heal injuries meant borrowing someone else’s Qi to heal one’s own body.

But the Qi that entered the body from others was not his own.

Every time they transferred Qi to heal his injuries, it would leave some residue of other people’s Qi in his meridians.

Under sufficient time, this was a good thing.

With his own practice, he could gradually refine and assimilate the Qi left by others in his body, thus improving his cultivation.

However, too many transfers of Qi in a short period of time would cause the residual Qi in others to undergo a qualitative change, resulting in an almost incurable hidden ailment.

Ran Qingmo explained the pros and cons to Xu Yuan, but Xu Yuan didn’t care.

Being able to shorten the time of near-death from two hours to half an hour was already enough for him.

This was a good thing, it meant that he would have more opportunities to adapt to the state of near-death and make more preparations for the final cultivation of the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique.

Time silently passed in the midst of this repetitive dance with death.

Five times,

Ten times,

Twenty times,

Thirty times.

Consciousness continuously cycled in front of the endless darkness of death, and Xu Yuan had forgotten how many times he had entered near-death with her help.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Bathed in the faint light emitted by the night pearl on the stone wall, what entered his eyes was the flawless face of the woman, as well as the thin layer of ice emanating a chilling aura on his own body.

“Miss Ran.”

His voice was weak and trembling, but it also meant that Xu Yuan was able to stabilize his mind in such a near-death state and even speak.

Ran Qingmo silently raised his eyes and looked at him, a hint of complexity in his clear and tranquil gaze.

“You can speak.”

With his body covered in ice crystals, Xu Yuan struggled to maintain a stable tone:

“How much longer until the formation outside disappears?”

Ran Qingmo closed his eyes and sensed for a while before softly saying:

“It’s probably another two days.”

“Two days left.”

Xu Yuan let out a sigh.

Time was still too pressing, even if he disregarded the hidden ailment in his body and risked his life, it still took about three days to complete the third step.

Although time was running out, being anxious would not help at all. The necessary preparations had to be made, even if it was only one chance.

And Xu Yuan believed that the eldest son of the prime minister, who had noticed his cultivation, should not take the risk of forcibly breaking through and entering while he was at risk of going mad.

At this point, he could only gamble.

After a long silence, Xu Yuan trembled and said, “In the next day, I… I will start practicing the technique. If I lose control, I’ll ask for your help.”

Ran Qingmo nodded silently.

Looking at her serious expression, Xu Yuan smiled gently, “Miss Ran, one day from now, I will officially begin my cultivation. Please remind me.”

“Sure, I will.”

For the first time, practicing the technique in a near-death state proved to be much harder than Xu Yuan had expected. Not because he couldn’t concentrate his consciousness, but because there was an excessive amount of residual source energy left by Ran Qingmo inside him.

After countless times of transferring energy to heal his injuries, almost all of Xu Yuan’s meridians had taken on the shape of Ran Qingmo’s energy. His inherent physical talent was already not great, and now the narrow passages were even further obstructed by Ran Qingmo’s ice-blue source energy.

The ice-blue source energy covered the inner walls of his meridians, making it extremely difficult for Xu Yuan to guide his own remaining source energy along the path of the technique.

Realizing this, Xu Yuan didn’t let it affect him too much. He had always believed in one thing: when encountering a problem, solve it.

As his meridians became narrower, he became even more cautious when guiding the source energy forward. The time it took for the technique to complete one cycle became longer, so he forcefully held on to moments of consciousness during the near-death state for a longer period.

A day passed quickly.

Once again waking up from a coma, the first thing Xu Yuan saw was her quietly guarding by his side.

Unlike before, this time he was lying on the only jade bed inside the cave.

Silently sitting up, Xu Yuan glanced at the jade bed. On the spotlessly white surface, two sets of techniques were quietly piled together, accompanied by two bottles of precious elixirs needed for cultivation.

He gazed silently, feeling somewhat emotional. After more than a month of hard work, he had finally reached the last step.

“Um, I haven’t looked at your techniques.”

As if disturbed by Xu Yuan’s long gaze, the icy figure beside him suddenly said.

Glancing sideways, Xu Yuan smiled, “I know.”

These two manuals were not special in any way. Apart from the recorded content, they were just ordinary paper. With Ran Qingmo’s cultivation level, if she wanted to see them, even from tens of meters away, she could easily explore their contents with her spiritual sense.

Xu Yuan silently adjusted his posture and sat on the jade bed.

Opening the two jade bottles, a mixture of bloody and medicinal fragrances immediately filled the small cave.

He spread the two pills on his palm, and intricate patterns adorned their surfaces.

Finally, Xu Yuan glanced at Ran Qingmo beside him and half-jokingly said, “Miss Ran, you should be looking forward to my success. Otherwise, this cave will become our burial ground.”

…

Ran Qingmo stared at him without saying a word.

She remained as taciturn as when they first met.

Seeing her reaction, Xu Yuan shook his head with a hint of amusement. He didn’t say much either and directly tilted his head back, swallowing the two pills in one gulp.

The pill dissolved as soon as it entered his mouth, transforming into two gentle and warm streams that entered his body.

No pain.

On the contrary, the two streams spreading within his body felt somewhat comforting.

But just as this thought flashed through Xu Yuan’s mind, a sudden change occurred!

One of the warm streams suddenly became violent, transforming into surging source energy that rushed through Xu Yuan’s meridians!

The intense pain that came out of nowhere caused Xu Yuan’s entire body to uncontrollably curl up like a shrimp.

The blocked and narrow meridians couldn’t withstand such a massive source energy impact.

With every inch the source energy passed through, Xu Yuan’s meridians cracked, and the excruciating pain of his shattered meridians made him almost lose consciousness.

It was too painful!

This bone-piercing pain made it impossible to breathe, and darkness crept into his vision.

However, fortunately, the numerous near-death experiences allowed Xu Yuan to forcibly stabilize his consciousness, preventing him from falling into a coma due to the excruciating pain.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the unruly power of the Eremitic Falling Pill circulated within Xu Yuan’s 127 meridians.

Along with the bone-piercing pain, Xu Yuan could feel that his 127 meridians were now all broken.

His physical body could no longer maintain the sitting posture, and he collapsed weakly onto the jade bed.

The despair of impending death began to spread in his heart.

But at this moment, the second warm stream belonging to the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill began to diffuse through these broken meridians.

This warm stream was soothing and sticky, and every inch of its passage brought a tingling warmth.

Xu Yuan sensed the situation and knew the timing had come. He immediately began to guide the power of the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill to follow the route of the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique.

As the power of the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill spread and flowed through, the broken meridians within Xu Yuan’s body started to gradually repair.

However, this was only the beginning.

The powers of the Eremitic Falling Pill and the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill, one after the other, continued to circulate within Xu Yuan’s meridians.

The Eremitic Falling Pill dismantled, and the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill repaired.

Pain and comfort intertwined, driving one’s mind insane.

Meridians broke and were repaired, repaired and broke again.

Again and again, one cycle after another.

Cultivation knew no years.

As time passed,

Xu Yuan found that his consciousness didn’t become blurred with the continuous near-death experiences and intense pain. On the contrary, it became more solid and clear.

After who knew how long,

Xu Yuan could even spare a part of his consciousness to sense the Qi roaming freely in the world around him.

Previously, he could only sense a few faint Qi clusters within this cave, but now, with the continuous operation of the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique, these clusters of Qi multiplied.

His pale face gradually became ruddy, and his breath, as fine as a silk thread, gradually stabilized. Everything was heading towards stability.

Apart from this, there were some strange images flowing into Xu Yuan’s mind like trickling streams.

It was like watching a movie of consciousness.

Fragmented and intricate, but they could be connected.

Upon careful observation, Xu Yuan quickly realized that something was amiss.

These images, were they memories of Xu Changtian?

With the perfect integration of his consciousness and body, these remaining memories within his body gradually appeared in Xu Yuan’s mind.

There were the trivialities of daily life, such as washing and bathing,

Bullying others on the streets by relying on his family background,

Hunting while riding a horse,

And even the preposterous scene of the Third Young Master taking medicine and playfully causing a scene of “one dragon and five phoenixes” at the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The images went from blurry to clear, and there were many of them.

However, what surprised Xu Yuan was that there were not many memories of Xu Changtian’s father among these memories.

Most of the time, the other person only appeared as a back figure, a figure that evoked fear within him.

Fear?

Xu Yuan realized that when that figure flashed through his mind just now, he also felt a faint sense of fear.

He was being influenced by these memories.

With this realization, Xu Yuan quickly restrained his thoughts and stopped thinking about the Prime Minister.

But the next moment, those memories surged uncontrollably into his mind again.

Compared to his father, who was high and mighty, Xu Changtian’s memory was most deeply imprinted with his elder brother.

As memories flooded in, Xu Yuan discovered that the fear he felt towards Xu Changge was even stronger than the fear he felt towards his father.

It was almost a bone-deep fear.

Just thinking about the other person, Xu Yuan noticed that his body was trembling slightly.

How scared does one have to be to have this kind of reaction?

Soon, Xu Yuan found the answer from those memory scenes.

Scene after scene of memory fragments floated before his eyes.

“Worthless! Can’t even handle such a simple matter!”

“If I see you embarrassing the family again, I’ll kill you on behalf of father.”

“You idiot, look at the mess you’ve made in the capital!”

“You can’t cultivate properly, you can’t pass the imperial examinations properly. Xu Changtian, can’t you learn from your second brother and fourth sister?!”

“Hahaha, Xu Changtian! It’s been only three days since we last met, and in the three months I was on a mission to the Northern Barbarians, you managed to cause such a scandal. Well done! Now, you even dared to touch the Grand Marquis’s granddaughter, right? Ying’er, bring me the whip, the thickest one!”

“…” Xu Yuan.

These scenes flashed through his mind, leaving Xu Yuan silent.

Xu Changge was ten years older than Xu Changtian. Since their father was busy with affairs of state, Xu Changge had practically raised him since he was little.

However, this elder brother’s method of education was rather rough and violent.

When he said he would beat him, he really did, and he beat him mercilessly.

Xu Changtian’s memories continued to surface, and Xu Yuan clearly felt that his emotions were being influenced by the other person.

He didn’t want it to be like this,

But at this moment, apart from silently accepting it, he had no other way.

Memories extended,

As the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique was about to be completed, Xu Yuan’s mind suddenly went blank.

The lingering memories just now seemed to be cleared in an instant.

Just as Xu Yuan was puzzled,

A sword appeared in his consciousness.

A sword that seemed to pierce through the entire Heaven’s Gate Mountain.

However, this sword appeared and disappeared quickly, almost dissipating in his consciousness in an instant.

The technique was complete, and Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The memories were still there, but those emotions had already disappeared.

But, what was that last sword that appeared in his mind?

With a contemplative gaze, Xu Yuan remembered the sword intent he sensed when he was overlooking the Heaven’s Gate by the Hanging Sky Cliff.

At that time, he didn’t think deeply about it due to the urgency of the situation, but now he noticed that there were many incongruities.

The appearance of the sword in his mind should be related to that moment of overlooking.

But why?

Heaven’s Gate Mountain had existed for at least ten thousand years, and countless people had seen it. Why did this opportunity come to him?

Thinking about it, the only difference Xu Yuan found was that he didn’t belong to this world.

Could it be that only the consciousness of transmigrators could sense the remnants of the sword intent after ten thousand years?

This reasoning seemed a bit abstract.

Xu Yuan couldn’t figure it out, so he temporarily put it aside.

At this moment,

Ran Qingmo’s voice gently came from beside him:

“The formation outside has disappeared, they are coming.”

Xu Yuan glanced at her and reached out to pick up the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique from the jade bed, his tone calm:

“I understand.”

As he spoke,

The technique started to circulate, and a faint red source energy emanated from his fingertips, swirling around it.

In the next moment,

Threads of flames ignited, and the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique and the secret method disappeared from the world.

Similar to Ran Qingmo’s “Ice Cloud Stage” technique, the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique also contained many auxiliary methods, and the flame before him was one of them.

After dealing with the evidence that might expose his identity,

He changed into the blood-red Blood Jade Crystal Robe,

Xu Yuan systematically collected everything useful in the cave.

He put the Spatial Ring from the head of the bed on his index finger, and then stored the jade bed and the pool of spiritual spring into the Spatial Ring.

Pausing for a moment,

Xu Yuan looked at the night pearl on the stone wall and also stored it in the ring.

For a moment,

The cave plunged into complete darkness.

With nothing to do in the darkness, Xu Yuan began to sit cross-legged and attempted to cultivate.

He was somewhat eager to see the cultivation speed of his innate Dao body.

However, when he expanded his consciousness, he immediately sensed the disparity.

Unlike the three or four “Qi clusters” he sensed before, this time Xu Yuan’s consciousness only felt like it was surrounded by a vast and boundless Qi sea.

What Xu Yuan didn’t know was that Ran Qingmo’s clear and serene eyes had been silently watching him in the darkness, her expression showing a hint of wanting to speak but hesitating.

Time passed quietly,

Suddenly,

“That… ”

Hearing the voice, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ran Qingmo.

“My name is Ran Qingmo.” Ran Qingmo said.

“…”

Xu Yuan was somewhat surprised why she would say this. Although he had been calling her “Miss Ran,” Xu Yuan remembered that he had already mentioned her name when they were in the Buddhist hall.

He nodded slightly, “I know.”

After speaking, he closed his eyes again.

After about a dozen seconds,

Xu Yuan opened his eyes once more. When he infused source energy into his eyes, he found that the woman beside him was still staring at him without blinking.

He was slightly taken aback and then realized that she was asking for his name.

Having spent so much time together, she still didn’t know his name.

Instinctively, he wanted to tell her his name, but the words stopped at his lips.

After a moment of hesitation,

Xu Yuan’s eyes lowered slightly, he exhaled a breath, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips:

“I’m called… Xu Changtian.”