Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1332: Chapter 1330: Nocturnal Visit to the Vampire (5)

“I encountered him in an ordinary human family, where Mr. Herbert was invited as a wandering doctor to treat someone.”

Suddenly called out, Yack instantly became the center of attention. After a moment’s pause, he glanced at Fu Qian, nodded, and said,

“I noticed something unusual, so I thought to bring him back to confirm the issue. But not only did he break free from captivity, even the laws themselves were eroded.”

“Impossible!”

This claim undoubtedly sparked a fierce reaction.

The members of the Bloodline Clan, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, immediately voiced their disbelief.

To them, the corrosion of laws was clearly in a different league compared to Saphar’s earlier death.

“Even the most potent corruption cannot affect the purity of the laws.”

Someone who looked only slightly younger than Saphar was the first to voice their denial.

However, even with his objections, it was apparent he acknowledged Fu Qian’s power.

The lack of broad support for Lady No. 2’s call was not without reason.

“I had the same thought as you initially, but it turned out I misjudged when dealing with a lunatic—it’s just an excuse he concocted.”

Lady No. 2 let out a cold laugh at this moment, gesturing for Yack to continue.

“He even shattered the Bloodline Clan blessings I had shared.”

Yack maintained a blank expression, making no attempt to debate the prior remarks but instead revealed another explosive piece of information.

“You actually shared your blessings with someone else?”

Someone immediately roared in disbelief, as if Yack had committed an unthinkable taboo.

“Yes, it’s a long story. But don’t worry, the blessings have already been shattered.”

Yack seemed to have mentally prepared himself over these past few days. Faced with the questioning, he remained calm and even adopted a sarcastic tone, urging the other party to focus on the main issue.

“If you still don’t believe me, the Sect probably has incident records related to this.”

At this, the person questioning him fell silent.

The initial claims could be dismissed as Yack’s exaggerations, but the sharing of blessings—its legitimacy was far harder to argue against.

The willingness to admit such accusations, which theoretically could remain undiscovered, hinted at a far more complex motive than mere simplicity.

“Oh? How were they shattered?”

Even Lady Bally seemed to hear of this for the first time, unable to hide her astonishment.

She didn’t seem particularly concerned about Yack’s act of sharing blessings.

“That’s something only Mr. Herbert himself could explain. The only thing I can confirm is that he remained in the same state as he was upon entering.”

Yack’s attitude became noticeably more cautious when responding to her inquiry.

“In fact, we just witnessed it earlier—that state carries a certain unique distortion effect.”

“Of course, otherwise, why would Saphar have opened the door and invited him in?”

Lady Bally smirked with a trace of schadenfreude.

“He’s always refused to share a room with lowly creatures. Those two words of welcome earlier probably used up his entire year’s worth of civility, so Mr. Herbert…”

She suddenly turned to Fu Qian.

“Did you really use that to nullify the Bloodline Clan’s blessings?”

“Seems I haven’t missed too much.”

Having been a silent observer throughout, Fu Qian was now fairly certain that this group had just arrived themselves; they hadn’t even begun delving into the key issues.

He nodded calmly in response, meeting the many sharp or apprehensive gazes head-on.

“Yes, I did.”

Ha-ha-ha…

Lady No. 2’s laughter rang out instantly.

…

“Do you even comprehend what you’re saying?”

Even Lady Bally’s expression had, for a moment, turned icy.

Lady No. 2 had her reasons for involving Yack—there were certain actions that were absolute taboos for the Bloodline Clan.

“Transforming into the Corrupted Core, particularly targeting unstable entities.”

Yet, as the person in question, Fu Qian didn’t even blink as he added fuel to the fire.

Unstable entities…

The term undeniably provoked the Bloodline Clan members present.

The Child of Destiny, as the spiritual cornerstone of the Bloodline Clan, represented “Destiny”—the undeniable rightness of the Stars Association.

And now, being labeled as an unstable entity…

If this wasn’t blasphemy, what was?

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. Scarlet patterns spread and intertwined across every body present.

Scanning his surroundings, Fu Qian counted no fewer than three Spears of Fated Death aimed at him.

So, this is the legendary 360-degree omnidirectional fervent kill-zone?

Even Fu Qian had to silently praise the coordination, casually tossing the beating heart in his hand to the side.

Lady Bally’s sharp eyes didn’t fail to notice that, under the visceral critical strike, Elder Saphar had indeed been completely annihilated—the heap of flesh left in her grasp was but a meaningless lump.

However, even amidst the brewing hostility surrounding him, Fu Qian showed no intention of making the first move. Instead, he shifted into a more comfortable posture, exuding an air of “take your time.”

And yet, even with the Spears of Fated Death poised to strike, nothing happened.

Roughly ten seconds later, the murderous glares emanating from the group began to waver. Their eyes darted to one another, uncertainty spreading like a ripple, garnering reluctant acknowledgment among them.

“What’s the holdup? Why aren’t you making a move?”

Lady No. 2’s irritated voice quickly broke the silence.

“Perhaps they’re waiting for you to lead by example.”

Perceiving the awkwardness that blanketed the tense atmosphere, Fu Qian volunteered an explanation on behalf of the others.

“After all, considering Lady Bally’s evaluation, the likelihood of me selectively killing a few of you is exceedingly high.”

“Cowards!”

It was clear that Fu Qian’s assessment hit the mark. No one refuted him, not even Lady No. 2, who could only grind her teeth in frustration.

“So, are you going to make the first move or not? Don’t waste everyone’s time—we still have the next agenda to get to.”

Fu Qian inclined his head slightly in recognition of her words, then added a casual prompt, as if he were an actor eager to shoot the next scene.

This blatant provocation was like tossing TNT into a blaze, eliciting an even stronger response.

Lady No. 2, one of the wielders of the Spear of Fated Death, tightened her grip on the weapon, its menacing form growing even more twisted as if about to be unleashed at any moment.

But in the end, she held back.

…

Personal growth always comes with pain.

Observing the scene, Fu Qian sighed inwardly, unsurprised by their behavior.

Their hesitation was easy to understand—his prior display of one-strike lethality had left a profound impact.

The strongest among them, someone who had prepared meticulously, had been cut down without even a chance for revival.

These elements combined only served to validate Lady Bally’s prior judgment.

Thus, in a group assault, the likely outcome would be the random selection of sacrificial victims, without any chance of recovery.

Under such conditions, faith inevitably faced its true trial.

And as well-known as it was, the faith underpinning the Child of Destiny often faltered under scrutiny.

“Then let’s move on to the next topic.”

Having successfully helped this proud race realize they weren’t as proud as they believed, Fu Qian shook his head and turned to Yack.

“Have you identified the cause of the special case you mentioned earlier?”