Facing an Ancient God for a Year

“This Secretary Xiao might need a little treatment,”

After consulting with Yuan Shan, Fu Qian pointed to Xiao Mingyue standing beside him.

The latter, having finally snapped out of her dazed state, found Fu Qian’s words utterly perplexing upon hearing them.

“I know.”

However, before she could voice her opinion, Yuan Shan had already agreed to it.

The technique Fu Qian had just used clearly had a psychological influence; with Xiao Mingyue’s capability, it was indeed best for her to receive some psychological comfort to avoid any adverse effects.

...Of course, Yuan Shan knew the most crucial reason which Fu Qian had left unsaid.

Apart from “proving innocence,” it was unclear whether Xiao Mingyue had received any other suggestions from Ariel.

To prevent any information leakage, it was necessary to restrict her communication with the outside world.

“Mingyue, take a few days off and undergo some psychological treatment,”

As Fu Qian left the office, Yuan Shan turned to Xiao Mingyue and spoke directly.

“Why?”

Xiao Mingyue was initially shocked, then immediately felt extremely aggrieved.

Though she dared not defy Yuan Shan’s order, she genuinely did not understand why the chief would say such a thing.

Was it just because of that casual remark from someone surnamed Fang?

“That’s right, Mr. Fang is an experienced operation advisor,”

Yuan Shan, as if seeing the resentment in her heart, firmly stated.

“If you get the chance, you should seek his advice more in the future.”

“…Okay,”

Xiao Mingyue reluctantly agreed.

Observing her expression, Yuan Shan sighed inwardly.

Talking about learning was naturally just a polite remark. The real reason she had said this was that she did not want Xiao Mingyue to have any more friction with him.

From today’s events, it was evident that the mysterious Demigod was not only meticulous but also had inscrutable methods.

If Xiao Mingyue was not vigilant enough, she would be caught off guard without even realizing it.

…

After leaving the Night Watchmen Base, Fu Qian did not rush back to his bookstore but instead turned to visit Wen Li’s mansion.

He was not worried about how Yuan Shan would handle Xiao Mingyue.

A seasoned player like Yuan Shan was extremely shrewd in her actions.

For Fu Qian, the current situation was nearly the best possible outcome.

Although he had inadvertently found himself in a dangerous situation previously, after a bout of confrontation, Ariel would undoubtedly believe that the Night Watchmen were aware of Deng Feizhou’s affair.

If he truly came because of Deng Feizhou’s death, then he would no doubt target the Night Watchmen next, seeking to probe how much they knew.

In comparison, he was merely a somewhat suspicious and detestable Demigod.

Meanwhile, the Night Watchmen would not let Ariel go either, so all Fu Qian needed to do was wait for developments, and when necessary, act as per Yuan Shan’s request.

Visiting Wen Li now was to ensure that no complications would arise on her end.

Finding out the relationship between himself and Wen Li wasn’t hard; even if Ariel didn’t consider him a primary target, it would be normal for him to casually hypnotize Wen Li if they encountered each other and fish out his own details.

…

“Wen Li isn’t at home?”

When Fu Qian arrived at Wen Li’s mansion, the butler who came to greet him reported some unexpected news.

“Yes, Mr. Fang,”

The butler bowed respectfully.

“I have contacted the young miss, and she asked you to wait for a moment; she will be back soon.”

“Alright,”

Fu Qian did not say anything more and followed the butler to the living room.

The living room seemed to have been rearranged slightly since his last visit, now exuding a subtle sense of harmony, and even the chairs felt more comfortable.

Accepting the tea brewed by the maid, Fu Qian leaned back and waited silently.

The tea today was also quite special and seemed to taste better.

He took a sip and instantly felt a sense of peace, followed by an inexplicable joy sprouting within him.

Interesting!

Fu Qian did not react outwardly and continued to sit quietly.

The next moment, that thread of joy kept growing and intensifying, becoming as rich and intoxicating as fine wine, making one want to lose oneself in its depths.

Fu Qian closed his eyes and silently felt the emotion.

Minutes later, when he opened his eyes, Wen Li, dressed in casual attire, was already sitting by his side, looking at him with a smiling gaze.

“Did you upgrade?”

Fu Qian asked, not at all surprised.

Yes.

Wen Li nodded seriously.

“Just in the past couple of days, I’ve felt some changes within myself.”

“Now, I can project emotions onto others more easily.”

She looked at Fu Qian somewhat nervously.

“Just now… could you feel it?”

“I could.”

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

From the moment he entered the living room, he had noticed her hiding on the side.

Out of curiosity, he decided to go along with it to see what she wanted to do.

It turned out she had learned a new skill.

“So you first projected the emotion onto me and then amplified it?”

Yes.

Upon receiving an affirmative response, Wen Li was obviously somewhat excited.

“I’ve tried for a long time, joy is the easiest emotion to project, but even so, it shouldn’t be too intense all at once, otherwise it can still cause an innate rejection.”

“That’s a good idea!”

Fu Qian complimented her, recalling the sensation just now.

“If I didn’t know about your ability, it would still be very difficult to detect.”

“And the effect is not bad; for those beneath Middle Tier Transcendents, as long as their mental resistance isn’t particularly strong, it’s not easy to break free once they fail to notice at the start.”

Yes.

Wen Li’s face was brimming with joy.

“My initial intention was to use this method to have some control over the enemy, do you think it’s feasible?”

“It’s feasible.”

“That’s great.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Li burst into an excited flutter.

“This is my first self-created technique, what do you think would be a good name for it?”

“This is essentially a kind of emotional projection, but I have an additional suggestion.”

Fu Qian thought about it and said.

“What suggestion?”

Wen Li was staring at Fu Qian, clearly valuing his opinion highly.

“Just like you said earlier, joy is the emotion least likely to be resisted, so you chose that as your entry point, subtly and quietly.”

“This approach is correct, but it can actually be extended further.”

“After you’ve initially dissolved the target’s resistance, you could try to introduce more variations.”

“For example, add a bit of other emotions in, like fear, anger, and such.”

“You could even, like composing music, sequence vastly different emotions in a particular order.”

“If struck by a series of such contrasting impacts, the effect might be good enough to directly cause confusion in the adversary’s mind.”

“As for the name, it could be called—Kaleidoscope.”

“Kaleidoscope…”

Wen Li repeated Fu Qian’s words, momentarily lost in thought.

It was clear that a child of such pure nature as hers could not have come up with such a technique.

Now that she reflected on it, it seemed quite feasible.

The only requirement was further refinement of emotional control, which could certainly be achieved through practice.

“I understand.”

Wen Li nodded earnestly.

“Thank you for your guidance; from now on, this will be called Kaleidoscope.”