Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 159: Chapter 158: Sword Heart’s Legacy (Part 5)_1

In times of crisis, extraordinary measures must be employed.

Lanaia explicitly mentioned that I should “find Director Li to report,” which clearly means that I must see him in person.

Once the plan was confirmed, Fu Qian wasted no time and headed straight for the Swordsmanship Department’s territory.

Although each department is a separate system, under normal circumstances they can still communicate with each other; that’s why Fu Qian could run straight to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

However, core areas like the interior of the Sword Pavilion are not open to the public.

Even when he had obtained a set of clothes before, he only moved around on the periphery.

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At this moment, most of the students were still at the Sword Pavilion, meditating and contemplating, so the inside of the Swordsmanship Department was quite quiet.

I must say, compared to the vibe of Heaven’s Commencement Institute, this place feels completely different.

I left in a hurry last time and didn’t observe carefully.

The Heaven’s Commencement Institute is basically like a large laboratory, with a very modern layout.

The Swordsmanship Department, on the other hand, has beautifully crafted buildings and is full of charm, inexplicably reminding one of the concept of swordsmanship and Enlightenment.

Looking around as he walked, Fu Qian quickly found a secluded spot.

Seeing no one around, Fu Qian first put on the clothes again, then closed his eyes.

He recalled the students he had encountered before in the Sword Pavilion and chose the most inconspicuous one of them all.

The next moment, his facial features started to change rapidly, and in less than half a minute, he had adopted a completely different appearance.

After days of practice, Fu Qian’s skill in changing faces had become impeccable.

As long as he had seen the person, he could generally imitate them to a high degree of accuracy.

According to the data checked before, the Sword Pavilion opens once a year, each time for seven days, with five hours allowed for entry each day.

Considering this rare opportunity and the fact that it wasn’t over yet, very few students were willing to come out.

So no matter who he became, the chances of running into the actual person were slim.

All he had to do was take advantage of this time to sneak in quietly and find out where Li Weixuan was in retreat.

Everything went very smoothly.

After changing his appearance, Fu Qian quickly blended into the core area of the Swordsmanship Department, and began to search for Li Weixuan’s secluded spot.

Having roughly confirmed his direction and seeing his destination right before his eyes, Fu Qian caught sight of an unexpected person.

Ji Liushuang, why was she here?

This former teammate was walking slowly ahead, appearing somewhat distracted.

On such an important day when the Sword Pavilion is open, aren’t you, the diligent student, supposed to be immersed in deep contemplation and understanding? Instead, you’re here slacking off?

Although it was odd to see Ji Liushuang here, Fu Qian wasn’t interested in finding out why; he had serious business to tend to.

Concealing his presence and maintaining an unhurried pace, Fu Qian casually walked forward, soon passing by Ji Liushuang.

Hmm?

However, just as he brushed past her, Fu Qian felt a surge of aura lock onto him.

The previously distracted Ji Liushuang suddenly looked up, as if she had realized something.

“Stop, who are you?”

Ji Liushuang’s icy voice came from behind.

You have some exaggerated ability there, to recognize me like this?

Fu Qian stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at Ji Liushuang.

At this point, the uncertainty in her eyes had vanished, and she was staring at him with a severe gaze.

“You’re not Tong Minghui.”

“Who are you? Why are you impersonating a Swordsmanship Department student to sneak in here?”

Fu Qian saw that Ji Liushuang was already holding the Sword Bell in her hand, ready to activate it at a moment’s discord.

From previous encounters, this sister could be described as resolute in her actions; this gesture was not just for intimidation.

If he gave any suspicious answer, she would definitely call others over.

And being discovered in this guise would undoubtedly lead to some trouble.

Killing to silence her? No need for that!

Fu Qian thought for a moment, then wiped his hand across his face, reverting to his original appearance.

As expected, Ji Liushuang’s gaze remained puzzled; this face was completely unfamiliar to her.

It seems that due to the Angel of Comfort, the identity of Fu Qian as a student had been thoroughly erased.

Not recognizing him was good, it gave him plenty of room to improvise.

Alas!

Fu Qian didn’t answer Ji Liushuang’s question but instead let out a long, wistful sigh.

“I had only planned to take a glance before leaving.”

“Liushuang, truly a beautiful name.”

He looked at Ji Liushuang with a gaze that was deeply affectionate yet filled with regret.

“Time flies so quickly, you’ve grown so much.”

“Your mother… is she doing well?”

…

Upon hearing Fu Qian’s words, Ji Liushuang was clearly confused, not expecting this man to inquire about her mother.

“Who… who are you, exactly?”

Although Ji Liushuang still frowned, her tone had slowed down.

Fu Qian still didn’t answer her, instead, he looked her up and down, his face full of emotion.

“I never imagined she would actually name you Liushuang!”

“She used to love that flower so much, always wandering off in the moonlight, impossible to call back.”

“Back then, I joked about using it as a name for our child someday, but I never thought she’d take it seriously.”

…

It’s working!

Observing the bewildered Ji Liushuang, Fu Qian silently nodded.

Not long ago, when he used the “Messenger” mask to enter this world, he had spent an afternoon in a bookstore.

During that time, he casually gathered information about this world and spotted the name of his former teammate in a piece of gossip news.

The largest financial conglomerate of the Federation, with Ji Xue as the eldest princess holding the first right of inheritance, had run away from home dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by her family and had returned years later with a baby.

Although the Ji Family later acknowledged this child, they still saw it as a great humiliation and confined Ji Xue to the house ever since, with very few appearances.

That baby was Ji Liushuang, and the identity of her father remained unknown to this day.

These details, coupled with the wish she had mentioned in the Angel of Comfort, were enough to bluff her.

“I even made a special trip to the Sword Pavilion just now, but unfortunately, I was driven out before I could find you.”

Fu Qian’s face held a relieved smile.

“I wasn’t convinced, so I snuck back in… luckily I did!”

…

Ji Liushuang was completely bewildered.

With this narrative, was he implying that he was her father?

He looked even younger than her, which was absurd!

Yet he knew about her mother’s liking for Frost Blooms and even her moonlit walks.

“Is it because of how I look?”

As if realizing something, Fu Qian gestured across his face.

“It’s just a little sorcery that makes me appear younger than I actually am, especially to those from the Swordsmanship Department.”

“You’re doing well now… very well.”

Fu Qian gazed at Ji Liushuang with “deep affection.”

For some reason, he felt that she had gained something extra since their last meeting.