Fairy, Please Listen to My Explanation

Chapter 22: The Final Preparation

When Xu Yuan did something, he always liked to be methodical and plan ahead.

Therefore, knowing the high mortality rate of cultivating the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique, Xu Yuan naturally attached great importance to the preparation before cultivation.

As he continued to practice with Ran Qingmo, Xu Yuan gradually divided the preparation for cultivating the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique into five steps.

The first step was to learn the basic knowledge of this world and have Ran Qingmo teach him a rudimentary technique to practice and familiarize himself with the operation of the technique.

The second step was to start trying to mobilize the source qi in a conscious state along the route of the Blood Origin Heart Meteor Art.

The third step was to adapt to the near-death state with the help of Ran Qingmo and maintain clarity of mind.

The fourth step was to, with the assistance of Ran Qingmo, begin operating the Blood Origin Heart Meteor Art in the near-death state.

And the fifth step was the formal commencement of cultivation.

After a month had passed, Xu Yuan had completed the preparation for the first two steps.

If he were given another month, Xu Yuan was confident that he could perfectly execute the plan he had set in his mind. However, with only five days left in the countdown to death, he no longer had enough time to proceed with the remaining three steps in an orderly manner.

With no way back, Xu Yuan’s decision would not have any hesitation.

There was no time left for him to adapt slowly.

He had to take risks.

The cramped cave fell silent for a moment.

Ran Qingmo looked at Xu Yuan with a calm and serious gaze, then slowly nodded.

“You can.”

Pausing for a moment, her voice sounded somewhat hesitant:

“But why?”

Xu Yuan looked up at the dim cave ceiling, remained silent for a long time, and said:

“To save both you and me.”

A hint of puzzlement flickered in Ran Qingmo’s beautiful eyes:

“But my injuries have already healed.”

Because her injuries had healed, she could take him out of here.

This was her confidence.

Xu Yuan shifted his gaze and whispered:

“I know your injuries have healed, but have you seen Xu Changge?”

Ran Qingmo’s eyes shimmered for a moment, shaking her head:

“He has always been in the Imperial Capital. I have never seen him. Are you saying that he’s also here?”

Her master had mentioned that the young master of the Prime Minister’s Residence was a genius even greater than her. Like her, Xu Changge broke through to the Grandmaster Realm at the age of sixteen.

However, unfortunately, he made no progress afterwards and had been stuck in the Grandmaster Realm for more than fourteen years.

With fourteen years of accumulation, Xu Changge should be very powerful, but she could still handle him, or at least escape from him if necessary.

Now that Xu Yuan’s meridians could barely withstand her qi, allowing her to channel her qi into his meridians, it could temporarily protect him from being injured by the rapid acceleration caused by “vacuum compression”.

So, she could take Xu Yuan and escape from the group of people besieging them.

Moreover, because of the Nine Pill Divine Pellet and a month of cultivation here, her cultivation had improved significantly compared to a month ago.

“Hmm, he indeed came.” Xu Yuan looked at her with some helplessness, his voice gentle.

“But do you know?” Ran Qingmo asked.

“Know what?”

“As early as ten years ago, Xu Changge had already reached the Beginning of the Fourth Stage of Qi Refinement.”

After the words fell, the cave fell into dead silence.

“…”

Ran Qingmo’s clear and serene eyes lowered slightly.

Xu Yuan looked at her expression and smiled faintly, as if sighing:

“In fact, Miss Ran, threatening that person with Xu Changtian’s life might work to some extent.”

“He does value his family, otherwise, he wouldn’t have come over here.”

Pausing for a moment,

Xu Yuan stared into Ran Qingmo’s eyes:

“Miss Ran, do you still have confidence in escaping? You can even escape while using me as a hostage.”

“…”

Ran Qingmo didn’t reply.

Xu Yuan slowly closed his eyes and fell into silence as well.

A sense of despair permeated the small cave.

In the game “Blue Spring,” the boss that required players to cheat to defeat was the first son of the Prime Minister, Xu Changge!

Under the boundless anger of that Prime Minister, this young master relentlessly chased after Ran Qingmo, eventually blocking her near the ruins of a mysterious village called “Zang Village” on the border of Dayan.

The battle ended quickly.

The first move: Her three-foot black sword was knocked out of her hand.

The second move: Ran Qingmo was sent flying and lay on the ground, as delicate as a strand of silk.

Two moves, the battle was over.

She had no chance to retaliate at all, not even an opportunity to strike with her sword. She was directly injured severely by this young master.

The gap in strength was suffocatingly large.

The deathly silence lasted for an unknown amount of time in the cave.

Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes:

“Miss Ran, let’s begin.”

His voice was light but firm.

Because only by cultivating that technique could he survive.

“…”

Ran Qingmo’s eyes flickered. Her red lips moved, hesitating to speak, but in the end, she nodded slightly and whispered,

“Thank you.”

However, Xu Yuan shook his head:

“As I said before, don’t thank me; those words are meaningless.”

Ran Qingmo stared at him earnestly, silent for two seconds:

“Then I owe you another favor.”

Xu Yuan smiled wryly at her words and said softly,

“Miss Ran, when you owe too many favors that you can’t repay, in the end, you often end up sacrificing yourself. You’ve already helped me with this matter, and I choose to take this risk for my own life, so I don’t need your favor.”

Ran Qingmo’s eyes shimmered for a moment, insisting:

“No, I still owe you.”

Silence filled the space as their gazes locked.

Xu Yuan sighed:

“As you wish. Time is limited. Can we start now?”

Ran Qingmo nodded and gently raised a slender jade hand, grabbing Xu Yuan’s wrist.

The icy cold sensation immediately spread through her touch.

Xu Yuan glanced at her and calmly asked,

“What method do you plan to use?”

Ran Qingmo explained softly,

“I will use my qi to create profound ice to cover you and then help you recover through the transfer of cultivation.”

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment.

At this point, with qi already present in his body, the two of them could use cultivation techniques for healing.

Pausing his thoughts, Xu Yuan nodded slightly, signaling that they could begin.

Without any words, a chilling coldness instantly filled the cramped cave, and the freezing mist even formed a thin layer of frost on the surface of the cave’s spiritual spring.

Xu Yuan felt a bone-chilling coldness rapidly spreading from his wrist.

From his wrist to his arm, then to his entire right torso, until his whole body was immersed in an icy coldness.

In the pervading cold, Xu Yuan realized that his consciousness was slowing down visibly, and the breath of death clung to his heart like a maggot.

Minute by minute, second by second, everything before his eyes gradually sank into darkness.

At some point, Xu Yuan woke up again, looking at the dim cave ceiling, remaining silent for a long time.

He thought that the state of unconsciousness due to hypothermia in the cave was already close to near-death, but now that the true sense of near-death arrived, Xu Yuan realized that the previous hypothermic unconsciousness was nothing at all.

He had only persisted for a few minutes before his consciousness plunged into darkness.

A somewhat dry voice softly sounded in the silent cave,

“How long was I unconscious?”

“Two hours,” Ran Qingmo’s calm voice came from his side.

Xu Yuan placed his hand on his forehead and rubbed it hard.

Two hours.

Around five days’ time, he needed at least two days to formally cultivate the Blood Origin Heartfall Technique.

Two hours urs each time, which meant he had about twenty more adaptation opportunities left.

Slowly sitting up, Xu Yuan looked at her without saying much:

“Continue.”

“If possible, after you’ve healed my injuries, just wake me up without resting.”

“…”

Ran Qingmo looked at his weak but determined gaze, gently pursed her lips, and silently grasped his wrist once again.