Facing an Ancient God for a Year

aChapter 85: Chapter 84: King of the White Tower (Part 6)_1

Having successfully intimidated the audience, Fu Qian left the stage with satisfaction.

“Would you like to rest now?”

The Female Priestess approached him cautiously and asked.

Can I go back now?

“Yes, your three rounds of competition for tonight have ended. You just need to go back and wait for tomorrow’s arrangements. Of course, you can also stay and watch the rest of the other competitors’ matches before leaving.”

It might be a bit of a trouble; the contestants on the stage were in the thick of the battle. Not many cherished their time as he did, and it would probably take a while to finish.

“Understood!”

Fu Qian looked up at the stands where Bai Jinting was and noticed that in addition to the King of the White Tower, there was an old man with red hair and a beard, wearing a fine robe.

Even from this distance, he could still feel a strange oppressive force, as if there was a congealed thunderstorm sitting there.

Was this the legendary Demigod Yibu?

This was the first time Fu Qian had seen someone of this level.

Indeed, as the information he had obtained said, High Tier Transcendents represented a fundamental change in the nature of life, and this one gave him a sensation completely different from any previous opponent.

It seemed that this individual was the biggest threat to his current mission.

At this distance, in fact, if it weren’t for him, he might even consider charging straight at him.

But there was no need to rush; after today’s competition, he had undoubtedly entered the target’s field of vision, and he could slowly look for opportunities later on.

…
Taking today’s exhaustion into account, there was no need for rest. As Fu Qian stood by the window gazing out, there was a knock at the door.

Fu Qian opened the door to find his defeated subordinate standing outside, her figure seductive.

Her snow-white bathrobe was loosely tied, and her not completely dried golden hair hung down her sides. Veil’s complexion had already recovered.

“May I come in?”

Her voice had a faintly weak softness to it.

“Yes.”

Fu Qian nodded, opening the door to signal for her to come in.

Knocking on the door in a bathrobe, Veil’s demeanor was in stark contrast to her prior performance, full of dissonance.

Her coming to him after losing the match was unlikely due to Stockholm syndrome. Fu Qian was a bit curious about her purpose in visiting.

With light steps, Veil walked into the room, found a seat, and sat down. She casually flicked the hem of her bathrobe, crossing and lifting her bare legs.

“You fought… very well today!”

Hmm.

“…I gave it my all, yet I still couldn’t even touch the hem of your garment.”

Hmm.

“I’ve never felt this kind of helplessness since I was little…”

Hmm.

As Veil’s smile started to waver upon receiving Fu Qian’s expressionless, dismissive responses, she gritted her teeth.

“…Actually, I’m… having a bit of trouble sleeping.”

Hmm?

Fu Qian raised an eyebrow.

“Could it be you want to sleep with me?”

“Could… I?”

Veil’s face flushed, her gaze fixed directly on Fu Qian.

“You could, but I charge a hefty fee.”

…

Veil’s expression froze in an instant, her face alternating between red and pale, and after a prolonged silence,

“Actually, there is something else I would like to ask of you…”

“Not only do you want to sleep with me, but you’re also asking me to do something for you. Isn’t it a bit much to make two requests at once?”

Fu Qian frowned as he looked at her.

“No… that’s not what I meant…”

Veil’s voice started to stammer.

“Then what do you mean?”

Veil bit her lip, realizing that her attempt at seduction was ineffective, and promptly covered up her neckline.

“If possible, I hope you can help me find someone.”

She clearly had a special purpose for her visit.

Fu Qian nodded.

“Who is it?”

“My sister, she’s somewhere in the archipelago.”

“Then why don’t you go find her yourself?”

“I’ve already been eliminated, now I can only stay in this place.”

Veil gave a bitter smile.

“Once the competition is over, I’ll have to leave.”

“And you, as the victor of the first day, have already been granted access to the Inner Island.”

Veil sighed deeply, her expression full of sorrow.

Are you blaming me? You have to own up when you’re outplayed.

“Did you come here just to find her?”

“Yeah.”

Veil nodded.

“We… had some disagreements, and she left home alone not long ago.”

“I’ve done a lot of investigating and confirmed that she should be here.”

“Considering the situation here, I’m a bit worried and want to find her as soon as possible.”

Concern is natural.

Fu Qian recalled the crazed audience in the stands and expressed a great deal of understanding for Veil’s emotions.

In some ways, she’s really unlucky.

Having strong abilities and being just one victory away from entering the Inner Island to find her sister, she then ran into him.

Indeed, behind-the-scenes manipulation kills.

But he had gained a lot today, and she had played a part in his sparring practice.

As someone reasonable, if he could lend a hand along the way, it wouldn’t be a problem.

Fu Qian nodded.

“I can keep an eye out.”

“That would be great!”

Veil’s spirits lifted, and she took off a pendant from around her neck and handed it over.

“I’m not sure if she’ll use her real name, but she looks a lot like me.

This has her picture on it. If you see her, please pass it to her and tell her that I and everyone at home are really worried about her and hope she comes back soon.”

“What if I don’t find her? How should I return this to you?”

Fu Qian received the pendant, still warm from her touch.

“I’ll be here these next few days…”

Veil sighed deeply.

“If by then you find I’m not around, then never mind.”

…

Not long after Veil left, a knock came at the door again.

Fu Qian opened the door, and this time there was a man outside, his face beaming with a smile.

“Your performance today… was truly impressive.”

That praise sounds familiar!

Fu Qian frowned, warily eyeing the man.

If you come at me with “I can’t sleep,” don’t blame me for lashing out.

“I am Ji Ping, and I apologize for disturbing your rest,” said the man named Ji Ping with a polite apology.

“I’m here mainly to extend an invitation.”

As he spoke, he handed over an envelope.

“The Rebirth Club welcomes your presence any time!”

Fu Qian took the envelope, noticing the grey and white eyeball in Ji Ping’s palm rotating as his hand moved—a likely indication of some special creature’s body part here.

Ji Ping did not stay long and quickly left after setting down the item.

Fu Qian opened the envelope he held, taking out a serpent-shaped badge made of some special material that felt heavy and even warm to the touch.

It seemed that today’s highlight performance was effective; visitors were lining up at his door.

This Rebirth Club, he wasn’t sure what they were about, but since they came forward with friendly intentions, there was no reason not to use this opportunity to gather some information and prepare for the next move.

Of course, the most ideal scenario would be if a third person knocked on his door soon, with Bai Jinting coming to him themselves.