Facing an Ancient God for a Year

The surroundings fell into a silence as of death.

Everyone stared at Chen Xing, splattered with blood.

This man, once clothed in luxurious brocades, strong and imposing in appearance,

was now forced to personally slay his own son, his face had become ashen to the extreme, in an instant he seemed as frail as an old man at the end of his days.

“Chief Yuan, I’ll take my leave with my people first,”

After a long while, Chen Xing slowly raised his head to look at Yuan Shan, his voice hoarse and somber.

“Mingda’s body… I will leave it here.”

“Fine.”

Yuan Shan nodded but did not say much.

Mingda’s body was clearly contaminated, and though it was regrettable, it definitely could not be handed over for him to take away.

One could say that Chen Xing at least still had a sense of proportion.

After Chen Xing finished speaking, he bent down once more, casting one more look at the headless corpse next to him, his eyes filled with heavy sorrow.

Just then, an abrupt change occurred.

Amidst cries of shock, a slender, blood-red tendril shot out lightning-fast from Mingda’s swollen, severed neck.

In almost an instant, the tendril wrapped itself around Chen Xing’s neck.

“Father.”

Mingda’s voice sounded once again.

“You’re just going to leave me here like this!”

The flesh tendril tightly coiling around Chen Xing’s neck rapidly sprouted numerous delicate tentacles that wildly extended in all directions, trying to penetrate Chen Xing’s body.

Suddenly attacked, Chen Xing was almost instantaneously entangled completely.

However, he did not show any panic, he did not even struggle, but just stared fixedly at Mingda’s body, looking utterly disheartened.

Hmm?

From a distance, Yuan Shan was about to make a move when she suddenly noticed something and stopped.

The next moment, a bizarre warping appeared around Chen Xing’s body.

Everything seemed to freeze, and the blood-colored flesh tendril turned as rigid as stone, motionless.

Hmm?

Fu Qian narrowed his eyes from the side.

Chen Xing, half-kneeling on the ground, emitted an indescribable eeriness as if he were a lifeless puppet.

Yet, it was clear that the strength of the aura emanating from Chen Xing was insanely increasing.

In the next instant, the myriad of tentacles that had wrapped around his head and face disintegrated into dust almost instantly.

The disintegration didn’t even end there; it continued to spread, traveling in reverse towards Mingda’s body.

Amidst piercing screams of agony, the latter began to gradually turn to ash.

This is!

Everyone watched the scene before them in disbelief.

Chen Xing, standing up once more, with neither sorrow nor joy in his eyes, was filled with an indescribable, mysterious aura.

Demigod?

The thought rose in the minds of the onlookers.

Had he ascended?

Under the special state of mind brought on by the grief of losing a child, had Chen Xing actually broken through barriers and directly ascended to the legendary status of a demigod?

As the initial shock subsided, the excited Chen Clan youngsters who had come to their senses could barely contain their excitement.

It had been many years since a demigod had emerged from the Chen Family… and no one understood the value of a demigod better than they did.

For the Chen Family, this was an incredibly good fortune.

Though the price was somewhat high.

“Interesting,”

Before Mingda’s body had completely disintegrated, that voice uttered its last remark, then completely dissipated.

Alas!

Fu Qian from not too far away shook his head.

He had been watching Mingda’s body the entire time, yet until it was reduced to dust, he still hadn’t found what might be the Thorn Blood.

“Congratulations.”

At this time, Yuan Shan breathed a sigh of relief and said softly to Chen Xing.

Chen Xing first looked at himself and then turned his gaze towards Chen Mingda, who had completely dissolved, his eyes filled with complexity.

After a long while, he gave Yuan Shan a slight nod, not even bothering to greet the Chen Clan youngsters, and headed straight toward the distance.

He left behind a group of people feeling lost and at a loss.

Hesitating for a moment, the Chen Clan youngsters gradually followed suit.

There was not much left of Chen Mingda’s body, but Poker Face still ordered the area to be sealed off.

Having looked at Henrik’s body for a long time, Yuan Shan surveyed the surroundings and walked over to Fu Qian.

“I need to thank you, our past grievances are now wiped clean,” she said.

It was evident that having Henrik proven innocent had eased her mind considerably.

Just before, because of Henrik’s actions, Yuan Shan indeed had her suspicions about Chen Mingda, but sadly, there was no evidence.

However, she had not expected Fu Qian to step forward so directly, without considering the consequences.

From his previous actions, she knew this individual acted unusually, but she still hadn’t expected him to be so audaciously reckless.

Just now, she was even thinking about how to clean up the aftermath.

Sometimes, having someone who breaks the rules to get things done isn’t so bad.

“That’s good to hear,” Fu Qian responded nonchalantly, nodding his head.

The ‘grievances’ mentioned by Yuan Shan clearly referred to his own nighttime intrusion into their base.

Who is this guy?

Hearing the conversation between the two, the people around them began to look at the situation differently.

Looking so young yet having a past conflict with a Demigod?

And wasn’t the posture of this dialogue a bit too superior?

Everyone’s attention had been drawn to Chen Xing just now, but now they recalled Fu Qian’s madcap actions.

Without any evidence, he had confidently thrown punches and used bizarre techniques to force Chen Mingda to reveal his true form.

Moreover, it seemed like he had an unspoken understanding with Yuan Shan; as he committed the assault, Yuan Shan helped him by blocking Chen Xing.

Was this mysterious master who owed Yuan Shan a favor there to help, and was the act he just carried out under Yuan Shan’s direction?

Combining their conversation, this was the subconscious judgment of most people.

The crowd’s gaze towards Fu Qian became even more cautious.

“Have you really not considered joining the Night Watchman?” Yuan Shan asked with a smile.

“No, if you need help another day, I can offer paid services,” Fu Qian replied.

“Then are you coming back to the base with us?”

“No, you’re surely going to be busy, I don’t want to add to the crowd,” he said.

“Yes, I have a pile of reports to write, and we must continue arranging the hunt for the Native Council members. Although, according to their style, they’ve likely already fled. But aren’t you going to pick up Wen Li?”

“Why should I go pick up Wen Li?” Fu Qian asked, perplexed.

“I’m not her bodyguard and, furthermore, the crisis is over.”

“In Shangjing, I’m just a bookseller after all.”

…

Alright then!

Seeing Fu Qian’s firm stance, Yuan Shan didn’t linger, waving her hand to lead the majority away.

Poker Face and his men cleaned up the remains on the ground, all departing with puzzled glances towards Fu Qian.

They simply couldn’t figure out when Fu Qian had reached a secret agreement with Yuan Shan.

Very soon, only Fu Qian was left alone at the site.

Alright! The rival had been dealt with, and the mission officially began.

Fu Qian watched the direction the Night Watchman had left in, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

This trip seemed unfruitful on the surface, yet in reality, he gained a lot.

After proving Henrik’s innocence, Yuan Shan unquestionably shifted the blame onto the Native Council.

While they might investigate, it was highly likely that it would only add another charge to the organization’s list of crimes, followed by routine operations.

Moreover, it was clear that she wasn’t particularly fixated on the lost Thorn Blood.

Under these circumstances, he could finally take action freely.

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