Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 555: Chapter 555 Beauty (12)_1 Chapter 555: Chapter 555 Beauty (12)_1 “What… do you mean?”

Zetian, who had been on the verge of anger, was suddenly shaken, his fury freezing over, at Fu Qian’s words.

“Was I not clear enough?”

Fu Qian displayed his hand, the flesh of which was a blurred mass of injury. In just a short time, the wounds had healed considerably, leaving Zetian staring in disbelief.

“Although your actions have offended me, I’m not so petty as to waste my energy on anger. When the situation becomes unbalanced, what you need to do is find a new balance.”

“I was quite satisfied with my life as it was, but since I can no longer maintain it, I must find some new amusement.”

“I must say, this feeling of freeing myself is also quite pleasant.”

As Fu Qian spoke, he exerted force with his hand, and amidst the teeth-grinding sound, he tore off a piece of the bed that had been welded to the ground, then looked up at Zetian.

“So by your standards, what level do I belong to now?”

Uh…

Realizing that Fu Qian was not joking, but had truly changed his mind, Zetian swallowed hard and looked at the torn welding points.

“The increase in strength is quite exaggerated, and there was the speed just now…”

He glanced at the decapitated turkey head that had rolled to the side.

“It’s almost equivalent to that of a formal Transcendent. Even if it had not been a sneak attack but a direct confrontation, you would likely not have been at a great disadvantage.”

“But this is too bizarre. At least I’ve never come across a case like this. According to the records, you are just a middle-aged man who maintains a slightly better physical condition. And crucially, you haven’t even taken the elixir…”

“Couldn’t it be that I’ve had a sudden enlightenment?”

Fu Qian said indifferently.

“That’s almost impossible.”

Zetian shook his head, still resolute in his tone.

“Even after taking the elixir, the probability of a miracle occurring is nearly like winning the lottery. If sudden enlightenments were so easy, even if only comparably probable, do you think the Miracle Elixir would still be necessary?”

“If something extremely rare actually happens, it’s very likely due to some deeper reason. To simply chalk it up to probability is incorrect.”

“You’re right, that’s why this will be a good story.”

As Zetian murmured to himself, Fu Qian suddenly said.

“What do you mean?”

The former clearly did not catch on immediately.

“Your initial intention for doing this was to submit a slick report, wasn’t it?”

Fu Qian gestured around him.

“Whether the goal is a promotion and a raise or to exchange for materials, that’s none of my concern.”

“Now, it seems the situation is difficult to wrap up, but what if I was cooperating with your test?”

“The chosen test subject accepted the suggestion, drank the appropriate Miracle Elixir, and then underwent a special change, a much more intense change than anyone else; an example like that, I presume the Yasui Group would be very interested in—so interested that an uncontrollable test subject casually killing an employee wouldn’t really matter.”

“At the same time, the test subject is also willing to cooperate with subsequent testing—the only request being that they receive the genuine security services of the Yasui Group, to be free from the harassment of the Night Watchman.”

“What do you think of this story? Or what do you think your leaders would think?”

“Although you directed it, throughout the whole process you were just performing your duties. Even managing to achieve a different result, all you have to do is submit everything openly and wait for the group’s decision.”

Fu Qian’s face carried a smile, his voice like a devil whispering.

“But… the elixir tests follow strict procedures…”

Zetian was visibly tempted, but still looked troubled.

“Yes, so we need to move quickly, before it’s discovered.”

Fu Qian’s smile remained undiminished.

“We need to create a time disparity to make the whole process appear reasonable and justifiable.”

“How can I be sure you won’t turn around and betray me?”

Facing Fu Qian’s suggestion, Zetian was undoubtedly caught in intense inner conflict, but amidst his hesitation, he suddenly realized something.

“With your special case, there’s no doubt the group would be interested. After I take you out, you could simply abandon me and seek protection directly from the group. I don’t believe you’re so kind-hearted as to help me for nothing.”

“No wonder you’re still at the bottom of the ladder; you still don’t understand what’s most important to a large organization.”

Fu Qian sighed.

“Stability, that’s the top priority.”

“A special case that appears out of nowhere, completely inexplicable in terms of cause and effect—while it might seem tempting, could it not be a poisoned fruit thrown out by someone with ulterior motives? Perhaps an organization’s bait in a sting operation?”

“But what if this poisoned fruit was cultivated by oneself, everything under control, even though it’s grown unexpectedly special, wouldn’t the controllability be much stronger?”

“To your leaders, these are two completely different scenarios.”

Fu Qian let out a laugh filled with mocking undertones.

“Frankly, having dealt with you and your partner, the allure of Transcendent powers has somewhat faded for me. It seems to prove that they do nothing to enhance the intellect.”

“But there is one relatively valuable thing about you; that is, you understand a bit of restraint, and I detest impolite people.”

…

“Deal!”

Under Fu Qian’s relentless prodding, Zetian readily accepted his explanation, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

“Be there on time at the company tomorrow. I’ll arrange the preliminary inspection and select an appropriate elixir for you.”

“No.”

Faced with Zetian’s arrangements, Fu Qian shook his head immediately.

“List all the elixirs for me to choose from. I don’t like being without choices—now.”

“Impossible, what nonsense are you talking about!”

Zetian almost roared out his response.

“Everything related to the elixirs is top secret, there’s no way you can get them!”

“Possible, otherwise you’re dead.”

Fu Qian’s tone was calm yet firm, as he even sat back down in his chair.

“Go try. I believe in the infinite potential that can be unleashed by a young man with ambition.”

…

“This is as much as I can get.”

The quiet of the room was disturbed by Zetian re-opening the door.

This bit of a hot-head tossed a stack of documents over.

“So you can’t get the specific formulas and effects, can you?”

Picking up a document from the blood-stained bed, Fu Qian examined the contents of the paper.

After repeatedly emphasizing the confidentiality of the information, Zetian, driven by a will to survive, was forced to start a dangerous attempt.

And these documents, obtained by exploiting all his resources, were the final result.

Now, the few pages were covered with dense numbers and corresponding names of elixirs.

It seemed that aside from specific formulas, Yasui’s secrecy about other information wasn’t as exaggerated as it was made out to be.

And after a quick perusal, Fu Qian quickly found a familiar string of characters—HAP0032-667, and the name of the Miracle Elixir corresponding to it was “Squirm-7”.