Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 926: Chapter 924: It’s All a Misunderstanding Chapter 926: Chapter 924: It’s All a Misunderstanding Miss Wen’s voice, though heartfelt and urgent, lacked substantial content, giving it a sense of déjà vu akin to background noise in a TV drama.

Normally, the conflict wouldn’t just stop, but would escalate, leading to even more desperate cries.

However, that was under normal circumstances.

As a scheming ambitious man, Herbert proved exceptionally persuadable. He not only instantly dropped his combat stance but even sat down to partake in the feast.

The comfort of the food rapidly extinguished his burning rage.

“What’s going on?”

Chief Yuan, now unexpectedly without an adversary, felt the uncomfortable halt of the heated atmosphere.

While remaining wary of Fu Qian, she subconsciously divided a sliver of her attention to Wen Li.

This move allowed her to instantly detect something peculiar.

“She’s been promoted?”

Yuan Shan clearly sensed that Wen Li was like a switch that had been flipped, rapidly transforming into a whole new state, or rather ascending.

Realizing this, Chief Yuan’s mind was jolted, her thoughts overclocking as she reviewed the communication insights once more.

She even scanned and identified an irrational emotion that had emerged after Fu Qian had intentionally shattered the cup.

“The ritual… your promotion ceremony?”

The next moment, with crisp clarity, Yuan Shan didn’t wait for Wen Li to respond and directly asked,

“Yes… Mr. Fang said the smashing of the cup was the signal, I’m very sorry for causing offense.”

Wen Li, appearing still somewhat unstable, hastily apologized.

“Just assimilate your gains.”

Realizing there was another interpretation of the event, Yuan Shan nodded slightly, signaling to Wen Li that there was no need to speak just yet.

Meanwhile, as Fu Qian continued to eat, his aura, which had been black and radiant behind him, finally began to recede slowly.

“Wen Li’s ritual requires the cooperation of two demigods…”

Being stared at with such scrutiny, Fu Qian touched his face, quickly reverting to his original persona of a bookstore owner, and went on to explain the requirements of Wen Li’s ritual in detail.

“So that’s the situation, considering that if both divine beings are aware of the ritual beforehand, the success rate could be quite worrisome, hence it had to be done without your prior knowledge.”

“The content of this ritual…”

Yuan Shan undoubtedly listened very carefully.

Given her good relationship with Wen Li, she didn’t mind helping with the promotion.

But the extreme volatility of the situation was simply too jarring, leaving her with lingering doubts.

However, the tangible changes occurring within Wen Li at the moment lent credibility to Fu Qian’s words.

And if the ritual was really as Fu Qian had described, then his actions were indeed the most viable solution…

At that moment, Yuan Shan was somewhat convinced.

“So all that you said before was nonsense?”

But the next moment, she glared at Fu Qian, expressing dissatisfaction with his emotional manipulation.

“Not at all.”

Fu Qian, with a smile, denied it while handing over cutlery.

“Let’s eat and talk, Wen Li probably needs some time.”

This guy…

Just a moment ago, he was ready for a fight to the death, and now here he was, passing over chopsticks, an unexpected shift that Chief Yuan found quite disconcerting.

However, after hesitating for a moment, she still reached out and accepted them.

After all, if given a choice, Yuan Shan would definitely prefer things to go in this direction.

Dealing with this fellow in a life-or-death struggle was one of the last things she wanted to do.

“As I said before, I am always honest. For example, this item is indeed not the ‘Ancient Reminiscence.’”

Fu Qian, looking pleased, fiddled with the sphere on the table.

“It has truly fulfilled its mission.”

Hmph!

Yuan Shan didn’t rush to argue.

In fact, after asking that previous question, she already had some conjectures in her mind.

Everyone was out to make their way in the world, using ambiguous descriptions to guide understanding towards an angle completely contradictory to the truth—it was a common tactic, even for her.

Let alone this guy with no integrity.

“So, the emotion Wen Li was guiding just now was anger?”

While inwardly making snide remarks, she still hadn’t forgotten to stay alert.

The timing of this guy’s cup-smashing was too perfect, effectively covering for Wen Li’s actions.

She now realized that her emotions at the time were a bit abnormal; her anger had even affected her judgment.

“Yes, Wen Li and I discussed it for a while, and we ultimately agreed that anger is more contagious than happiness.”

Fu Qian confirmed her conjecture.

“It proved to be quite effective.”

“…A ritual that requires echoes means you also have to hold fairly strong anger,”

Yuan Shan’s eyebrows knitted slightly as she sized up Fu Qian.

“Where did this anger of yours come from?”

“Ah…you can’t plot with an ignorant person!”

Fu Qian heaved a long sigh, slamming the table with indignation.

“Here I am, without even an official position, still dedicating my life to the stability of Shangjing, yet those who indulge in the flesh are dim-witted and lack morals, unable to discern loyalty from villainy. Just because my words were a bit vague, they want to have me executed as a traitor. How can one not be filled with indignant fury?”

“…Truly, that’s something only you could pull off.”

As she saw Fu Qian speaking with a face full of righteous anger, as if he’d suffered a great injustice, Yuan Shan restrained the urge to punch him and instead gave a nod of approval.

If anyone else had said this, she would have dismissed it as nonsense, but his anger seemed genuinely real to her.

And in the midst of his heavy sighs, some details she had previously overlooked resurfaced in her mind.

She had interacted with him quite a bit, and the notion of him being a mastermind behind the scenes, while seemingly reasonable at first glance, didn’t entirely stand up to scrutiny upon closer examination.

But because he had seized the moment skillfully, doubts hadn’t had the chance to emerge before her emotions were ignited.

Now, taking a moment to calm down, Yuan Shan was about seventy to eighty percent convinced that this was actually related to Wen Li’s ritual.

And although the feeling of being used by him was irksome, in the end, it did help Wen Li, and a conflict was resolved without materializing.

Yuan Shan’s emotions were somewhat complex, she truly took a piece of fish meat and put it into her mouth to comfort her wounded spirit.

“So, what was the purpose of you parading around as the Grand Fate Ming Emperor these past few days?”

But she quickly thought of another matter.

“Are you taking care of it for me? Brother Tyler has returned home, hasn’t he?”

Fu Qian was well-prepared for this question.

“Was it you who caused the last corpse to appear?”

Yuan Shan was immediately shocked.

“No, it was just Brother Jiang En’s cultivation.”

Fu Qian described some of the scenes he had witnessed.

“Of course, some traces were left by me.”

“So it was like that…”

Yuan Shan was momentarily spellbound.

“It seems you really don’t hold any bias against Tyler. It wasn’t Selana who asked for your help, was it?”

“How could it be? That’s another story.”

Fu Qian showed off his severed arm, responding smoothly.

“I accepted Selana’s invitation to explore ancient secrets together.”

Hiss!

While speaking, a long inhale was heard—it was Wen Li opening her eyes.