Facing an Ancient God for a Year

He had felt something was wrong just now.

The face in the mirror now looked a bit gaunt, appearing slightly older than his actual age.

Fu Qian touched his own face and felt as if a layer of something covered it; it wasn’t real skin.

It must be some special kind of mask, but it fit so well that he couldn’t find the seam anywhere— he didn’t even know how he’d put it on.

So, this time, was he acting under the identity of Fu Qian, wearing the mask of Fang Xun, and had forged Ding Yi’s file?

Wasn’t this a bit too much?

However, given the current situation, there was no need to take it off now.

According to what Qin Feng had just said, the Night Watchmen should have records identifying him as the Transcendent Fang Xun, who had assumed the identity of Ding Yi to run this bookshop.

While it was a minor infraction, Fang Xun was a reliable alias.

Another point was that Qin Feng, who had died, never once doubted the realm of his power throughout the encounter.

He hadn’t noticed earlier, but now that he was paying attention, the aura he exhibited was indeed different from before, suppressed to around the Eighth Phase.

Why was it so, could be related to the mask on his face— it was an excellent disguise.

Now, from this moment onward, he was the bookshop owner, Fang Xun.

Of course, these weren’t the most pressing matters at hand.

There was still the decapitated corpse of a Night Watchman in his shop.

Attacking a Night Watchman in Shangjing? Was that not overly audacious?

The blast just now would have left him a goner if he had only the power of a beginning Transcendent.

Whoever had planned this must have meant to take him out as well.

While thinking, Fu Qian tidied himself up a bit and washed his face.

If the Night Watchmen’s influence in Shangjing was as strong as described, they should be arriving soon.

He didn’t plan on running away, as that would practically be admitting guilt.

Being targeted by the Night Watchmen would unnecessarily complicate the completion of his mission.

Although he was suspected of forging documents, according to Qin Feng, he wasn’t the only one to have done so before; it wasn’t considered a serious crime. ꞦÀΝộ₿Ɛṧ

The reason they had come to him today was likely because of the theft; the Night Watchmen were probably just making a routine check.

…

A few minutes later, Fu Qian sensed a sharp killing intent tearing through the sky, heading straight for his location.

Clang!

With a loud crash, the bookshop’s door was smashed into pieces.

The next moment, two figures, one after the other, charged in.

As expected of the Night Watchmen Base, these two were at least at the Seventh Phase.

Observing the newcomers, Fu Qian silently made his assessment.

The visitors were a man and a woman, both seemingly in their thirties.

Although their aura was slightly weaker than Qin Feng’s, they were definitely at the Seventh Phase level.

At that moment, the two who entered the room saw the chaotic scene and, especially upon noticing Qin Feng’s headless corpse, their faces turned extremely grim.

“What happened here?”

The man demanded sharply as he looked at Fu Qian sitting to the side.

“That’s exactly what I’d like to know,”

Fu Qian said with a puzzled face, pointing at Qin Feng’s corpse.

“About ten minutes ago, this gentleman burst into my shop claiming to be a Night Watchman and said he wanted to confirm some details with me.

However, while we were having a pleasant conversation, he suddenly looked in pain, and then his head just exploded, ruining my shop, and almost injuring me too.”

“Now you’ve broken my door as well, could you explain what exactly is going on?”

“Are you trying to tell me that you two were talking normally, and then his head just exploded out of nowhere?”

The man looked coldly at Fu Qian, clearly not believing a word he said.

“That’s right,”

Fu Qian nodded.

“Then why are you unharmed?”

“I’m relatively agile and can run a bit faster.”

…

The man was staring at Fu Qian with a death grip on his fists, as if he might lose control and strike at any moment.

“Fang Xun, is it?”

At that moment, the woman pressed his shoulder, signaling him not to act rashly.

She pulled out a booklet and flipped through it; it looked quite similar to the one Qin Feng had, except the latter had been blown to pieces.

“That’s right.”

Fu Qian nodded.

“You need to come with us.”

The woman closed the booklet and exchanged a glance with the man, saying coldly.

…

Under the lethal gazes of the man and woman, Fu Qian was “invited” all the way to the Night Watchmen Base in Shangjing.

It was evident that both of them were in bad tempers, but they didn’t ask any other questions along the way, talking very little even to each other.

No wonder it is one of the cities where the Night Watchman’s power is strongest.

Observing the building in front of him, Fu Qian nodded to himself.

Within the tall walls was a vast expanse of grey buildings, and at the center of the complex stood an ancient-looking spire.

Though it seemed old, the sharp design of the spire was still like a dagger thrusting into the sky.

It truly deserved to be called a base.

However, the atmosphere at the base was noticeably heavy.

People were rushing around everywhere, and many had ashen faces.

It seemed someone breaking into the Night Watchmen Base to steal something had made them quite angry.

Escorted by two Night Watchmen into the base, Fu Qian received curious glances along the way.

The two directly took Fu Qian to a room that looked like an interrogation chamber.

After gesturing for Fu Qian to enter, the woman operated something on the wall, and the metal door slowly closed, fitting seamlessly into the wall.

The inside became an enclosed space.

The walls and the floor were all made of metal of the same color and had no windows at all.

On the wall opposite the electronic door was a huge, long mirror, which was likely one-way glass.

Besides that, in the large room, there was only a metal table and chair bolted to the floor.

The two Night Watchmen didn’t even take measures to bind Fu Qian.

Presumably, they believed it to be completely unnecessary.

Who would be foolish enough to strike within the Night Watchmen Base, even without restraints?

In fact, Fu Qian really hadn’t planned to make a move.

The mission was to find something, and there was no rush for time.

Lacking information and not even knowing what Thorn Blood looked like, it was better to follow a path of cooperation and mutual benefit for the time being.

In the enclosed space, time passed particularly slowly.

After a while, the electronic door opened with a beep, and a person walked in from outside.

She was a woman whose age was difficult to discern.

Her curvaceous body was hidden beneath a white cloak, her features delicate. At first glance, she looked tender and timid, but upon closer inspection, there was an indescribable dignity about her.

Her clear eyes looked down from above at everything in front of her, as if no secret could hide from her gaze.

Just being glanced at, Fu Qian felt his blood and energy subtly respond, sensing a threat.

Hiss!

Fu Qian took a soft breath.

Another Demigod!

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