Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 889: Chapter 887: Rotten Flesh (Eight) Chapter 889: Chapter 887: Rotten Flesh (Eight) Underground gathering?

Fu Qian wondered if it was of the Wasteland Tieer type without a license or the bizarre Dunis religious belief type.

He was clearly very interested in the information Tyler provided.

The former was somewhat normal, while the latter reeked of a corrupted falling genius.

It was certain that Jiang En would not just sit around and wait for disaster, after all, his mission was to sabotage Jiang En’s promotion ritual.

And now it seemed very likely that there was someone helping with this ritual.

“So where is this underground gathering?”

The next moment, Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction. Even though he was wearing a mask, his expression was consistent with his tone, as he asked with a smile.

You also have times when you need to ask for help…

Tyler was initially inclined to take advantage of Fu Qian’s lowered stance, but thinking of his own troubles, he quickly gave up the idea and promptly provided an address.

“Thank you for the information. I’ll go and visit this Jiang En first.”

Fu Qian listened attentively and politely expressed his gratitude, but then he added another sentence.

“Brother Tyler, this isn’t just a stalling tactic because you don’t have confidence in beating me, planning to send me away and then make a run for it, is it?”

I really…

Another surge of murderous intent rose in Tyler’s heart, but he immediately reined it in.

After all, although Fu Qian was arrogant, based on his recent performance, he didn’t have much confidence in winning.

“So what kind of person are you, really? Logically, with so many different types of power gathered in one body, it should have collapsed and lost control by now, let alone being able to use it freely.”

However, losing a battle was no excuse to lose one’s composure. The next moment he spoke coldly.

“The human body’s potential is limitless. For someone from the Supernatural Realm like Sa Jia, it’s improbable that the likes of you could understand.”

Fu Qian said with undisguised contempt.

“A person who avoids battle doesn’t deserve to know my name, just call me Grand Fate Ming Emperor.”

After a round of remarks that infuriated Tyler, Fu Qian withdrew his hands into his sleeves and turned to leave with nonchalance.

Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

As Fu Qian swept away, Tyler bit his lip and watched him go.

While frantically searching his memory for this unfamiliar title, suddenly a flash of insight struck him as he grasped something from the seemingly pointless mockery.

Human potential is limitless, and the peculiar robes—it wasn’t that he had mastered these powers, but that he had forcibly gathered them onto his body using the Limb Attachment method and concealed it to a degree!

As this thought dawned, Tyler felt immensely shocked.

The organization known for such antics had been on the rise recently; how could he not have heard of it?

It was astounding; the oft-despised practice of Limb Attachment in the Transcendent community had reached this level?

…

The trip was worthwhile!

Moving swiftly through the night, Fu Qian was very satisfied with his findings.

To know such news, indeed, no one cares for you more than your adversary.

Whether or not Jiang En could be caught at that address, the gathering was likely related to his promotion ritual and was certainly worth attending.

What if it were some grand hero gathering? Wouldn’t I, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, become world famous?

…

Quite impressive!

Great secrets often lurk in plain sight, and secret gatherings tend to occur in not-so-secret places.

Following the information provided by Tyler, Fu Qian effortlessly found the location.

Upon arriving, he not only confirmed the existence of the gathering but also discovered an aspect of luxury—the seemingly ordinary residence had at least three covert guards outside, all of Middle Tier caliber, an even more lavish setup than those who had been watching Tyler.

If this were an unlicensed exchange, what manner of item would be traded to justify such an extravagant scene?

Amidst his musings, Fu Qian activated his Blood Conquest.

This theoretically straightforward advancement Skill, thanks to his rather excessive flesh power, had developed multiple uses.

Such stealthy infiltration had now become much too easy.

…

Without even entering through the door, Fu Qian moved in a straight line, pressing forward, until he was inside the building.

Even in the fuzziness of the Conquest state, he could tell that the interior décor was far more elaborate than the outward appearance.

Even the walls seemed specially treated to effectively shield any unusual auras—a high-end setup befitting a gathering.

But, of course, this was far from sufficient for a Demigod like him; Fu Qian easily locked on to the target’s location.

Even without relying on power ranking to dominate, it wasn’t really much of a problem—the building had a total area only so large, and there were only a few rooms that could accommodate a group of people.

Even if the aura was well-concealed, a glance at the structure would allow him to guess quite accurately.

At this moment, Fu Qian had entered the target room.

It was a fairly spacious living room, but even at night, the few windows were obscured by thick curtains.

Darkness prevailed with no lights on, and only a candle was lit at each end of the room.

Between the two candles, there were already about a dozen people seated haphazardly.

Each person wore a uniform cloak with a hood that covered the face directly, aiding in concealing their identities.

Already begun? It seemed he had arrived just in time.

Fu Qian was quite pleased with the sight.

But this arrangement was way too cultish… It felt like sending a photo to the Night Watchman would have this group behind bars before dawn.

While he pondered, an aged voice rang out beside one of the candles.

“Three fully-opened Phantom Flower Globes, open to material exchange only. Is anyone interested?”

…Why make a regular underground trade look like this?

This statement was undoubtedly representative—it really was a proper black market, contrary to appearances!

In fact, as soon as the host finished introducing the effects of the Phantom Flower Globes, the guests below were already offering to up the ante, clearly very interested.

Fu Qian didn’t usually pay much attention to Extraordinary Materials; the last time he had contact with them was in the Wasteland.

However, the Rotten Forest incident revealed that certain special materials were so precious they could trigger a capitalist’s fearless Talent.

But the gathering was congenial. Maybe to hide their identities as much as possible, people rarely spoke out, and those who did had carefully weighed their words and spoke with confidence in their bids.

Yet soon, with no satisfactory offer, the Phantom Flower Globes were unsold.

“Young Mermaid Serum, fifty milliliters.”

The host didn’t seem too disappointed and continued with the next item, another material.

From his subsequent introduction, it was clear that this item was beneficial for some special flesh powers, and even if it didn’t match one’s specialty, it could be diluted and used crudely to assist with wound healing.

Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be many strong men here, and although the merchandise could be paid for in any form, no one spoke up for a while.

“Can the payment be made in installments?”

In the awkward silence that followed, Fu Qian looked towards a figure in the corner, who then actually raised a hand in acknowledgment.

Of course, it wasn’t that Fu Qian was interested in the item, ready to casually buy someone off.

The reason for observing that individual was simple—among everyone in the room, only he was below Middle Tier.