Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 578: Chapter 578: Uproar (Part 2)_1 Chapter 578: Chapter 578: Uproar (Part 2)_1 Surprised or not, unexpected or not?

The elder gentleman was stunned for a moment when Fu Qian, forced to reveal his true face, turned up the corners of his mouth in a kindly smile.

Indeed, a top-tier opposition mission: even having a coffee could lead to an encounter with a player of this calibre.

Without a doubt, the mad scene unfolding in the café was the work of the person before him.

Not only was this person a Transcendent, but the phase seemed quite high as it felt like a Fourth Phase.

Of course, it was precisely because of this that the elder gentleman was obviously quite frightened at the moment.

With a gap of one phase and no longer masked, along with Fu Qian not bothering to conceal himself any further, the elder gentleman must have been keenly aware of a hint of a divine aura.

“Name?”

The next moment, Fu Qian blinked gently, posing the question softly.

Unfortunately, the elder gentleman, brimming with surprise, clearly wasn’t in the mood to chat.

His first reaction upon regaining his composure was to open his mouth wide and let out a silent, shrill scream.

This scream was evidently aimed at Fu Qian alone, instantly stirring up a storm in Fu Qian’s mind, tearing and lashing at his consciousness.

Quite a fierce spiritual attack.

Fu Qian expressed his admiration, not particularly surprised by the technique.

It was evident from the plague-like spread of revelry that this elder gentleman clearly specialized in this area, to put it simply—a player with psychic abilities.

Although the move was sharp, the elder gentleman obviously didn’t plan to actually take down a Demigod with it but rather hoped to buy some time for an escape.

After the piercing scream, he almost didn’t hesitate to flee, trying to take advantage of the slightest lead to escape the unexpected danger.

His body was quickly enveloped in a faint glow, becoming extremely unnoticeable for a moment before he agilely dashed toward the café entrance.

Unfortunately, just as the elder gentleman’s hand came within ten centimeters of the doorway to freedom, he found he could not move forward even an inch.

Almost immediately after, an immense force from behind sent him being involuntarily pulled into the air.

In his shock, he looked down at his body to find several black and red tendrils tightly coiling around his waist and legs.

“Impossible!”

The next moment, looking at the excessively young face beneath the mask appearing before him, the elder gentleman squeezed out a lamentation from his throat.

“Even if it’s a Demigod, there’s no way you could be completely unaffected by my Soul Burst!”

“Soul Burst, this?”

In response, the young man looked at him with undisguised contempt.

“Sorry, but I’ve seen bursts much more shocking than this.”

Fu Qian wasn’t speaking idly.

After Wen Li left yesterday, he had put in great effort to deal with the Spiritual Imprint that Liliyana had left in his consciousness.

You should know that was a Demigod’s final survival instinct left amid infinite despair.

Compared with the elder gentleman’s Soul Burst, it was quite literally the difference between R18 and SpongeBob.

There’s a saying, “acquired taste is hard to change,” meaning once someone has experienced something intense, it is difficult to go back to the mild.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that my mental resistance has significantly improved because of this experience.

If increasing mental resistance was that easy, the Transcendents of this world would probably have long since started hiring people to power-level each other.

What Fu Qian’s unique experience enhanced was actually his tolerance.

To give an example, a mental shock is like a sharp knife: if it stabs, it’ll stab as deeply as it should and still hurt.

What Fu Qian improved was his habituation to having the knife stab him.

Even in pain, it didn’t affect his ability to slap back.

Therefore, the proud escape technique of the elder gentleman not only failed to gain him any opportunity, but in the event of a strategic error, it even led to him being poisoned more swiftly.

“What exactly are you? A Night Watchman?”

The elder gentleman, seeing the tendrils protruding from the opponent’s sleeves, showed considerable emotional instability.

“I’m well aware of the Night Watchman teams in Dunis, and there’s definitely no Demigod like you among them!”

At that moment, he felt the world to be utterly absurd.

Everything was under control; how could lifting a mask reveal a Demigod? Especially when there had been no sign before.

“It is said that with age, people become more mature and prudent.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not answer his question.

“Would you care to reconsider what you should now say to me?”

…

“Camus, my name is Camus!”

In less than two seconds, the elderly gentleman deeply reflected on his current predicament and blurted out in haste.

“Good, age?”

“…175.”

“Are you sure you didn’t mistakenly give me your height? And your gender?”

“Isn’t that obvious…male!”

“Hobbies?”

“Symphony music and painting.”

After a few questions, Old Master Camus became much more cooperative.

“That’s more like it! What are you doing here?”

…

“My patience is limited.”

Seeing that Old Master Camus seemed hesitant, Fu Qian added with a smile.

“I received a summons from the Council… They requested that I arrive here tonight, though I am still unsure of the specifics.”

This one turned cooperative in an instant.

Council…

The word made Fu Qian contemplative for a moment.

“The Native Council?”

“…Yes.”

“Then I can understand why you would be on guard against the Night Watchman.”

“So what you were doing earlier was?”

“I’m on the Night Watchman’s wanted list. When I entered the city, I was exposed and needed to create some chaos to escape.”

Upon answering the questions promptly, Camus continued.

“I believe, given your stature and appearing here, you must have many secrets and wouldn’t want to deal with the Night Watchman too much.”

“And I can tell you responsibly that this area is already under the Night Watchman’s control. It won’t be long before troublesome people come here, and if we continue this standoff, we’ll both end up in trouble.”

“Sounds like there’s some truth in that.”

Fu Qian nodded, conceding to Camus’s reasoning.

“So where is the meeting place you mentioned?”

…

Seeing the mysterious demigod in no hurry, Camus felt despair and quickly disclosed an address.

“I’ve told you everything you wanted to know. Can I go now?”

He asked cautiously.

“What do you think?”

Fu Qian asked with a teasing smile.

“Your posture has been quite clear, but I still guess… that you would…”

Facing Fu Qian’s question, Camus’s tone suddenly took on a profound depth.

And as he spoke, the tendrils wrapped around him genuinely began to loosen bit by bit.

Not only that, but the tendrils even tore open, revealing eyes of various sizes, all black.

“Although I do not know what you are, young people always tend to be conceited.”

The next moment, Camus’s voice resounded directly in Fu Qian’s mind.

“On what basis do you assume that a Transcendent who has lived for 175 years would not have a means of self-protection?”

“Even against a demigod.”