Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 742: Chapter 740: Curtain Call (Extra for alliance leader “Jiequnte” 2/2)_1 Chapter 742: Chapter 740: Curtain Call (Extra for alliance leader “Jiequnte” 2/2)_1 Reflecting on the disgust expressed by the Goddess Envoy, Fu Qian grew increasingly convinced that his speculation might be very possible.

Because I am a man, she didn’t even want to engage in spirit parasitism?

Talk about blatant gender discrimination!

Internally lauding, Fu Qian expressed no resentment towards his predicament.

After all, I regularly encounter even species discrimination.

Today, I should probably thank her little quirk.

Considering the current theory of crisis, it still hasn’t been lifted since the person is still “sitting” here.

But compared to the danger I anticipated earlier, this is nothing.

Having understood the existence of the Goddess Envoy, Fu Qian had already dropped the level-one alert for the Pseudo-Divine Being.

The form of the person before me might be invincible in concealment, but it’s questionable whether she has any attack power at all.

Fu Qian didn’t think she had the ability to command Su Gao to chop him down, as the latter would become instantly wary.

In any case, the result right now isn’t too bad.

Su Gao is actually a Demigod, a piece of information that has undoubtedly been leaked already.

But thanks to my good habit of being prepared for any eventuality, the Goddess Envoy probably hasn’t realized that there is actually another Demigod here.

All that’s needed now is for her to take a perfect bow and leave, and in this confrontation, I might even come out ahead.

Besides, no matter what, the fact that Yasui has two Divine Envoys is still too astonishing, and I need to thoroughly investigate this guy’s background later.

…

As for how to make the Goddess Envoy leave without noticing?

Firstly, after the recent switch in dreams, she seemed to have no reaction to her changing predicament, which basically proves that, due to her special state, I don’t need to worry about her noticing the process of the dream dissolving.

The only problem now is the difference between inside and outside the dream.

At this very moment, although I have returned to the table in reality, Asao Sakura has not brewed tea but is sound asleep there.

If the dream ends and she starts rubbing her eyes, even a fool would notice the abrupt change in the storyline.

Lucky for me, I am now the Master of the Dream Realm.

“Not bad.”

The next moment, Fu Qian watched Asao Sakura’s skilled movements and nodded in approval.

“But compared to Suzune, it seems to be lacking a little bit.”

Then he murmured softly to himself.

…

Asao Sakura, still busy, almost wanted to throw the teapot in Fu Qian’s face at that instant.

To ease the tension, she had made her movements unprecedentedly meticulous and serious, delivering a performance that she believed was 120% and rivaling any professional.

And then this guy criticized that it wasn’t as good as someone else’s brewing?

Even though she kept telling herself that it was a trivial matter, being belittled so inexplicably made her instantly furious.

Smelling the fragrance of the tea before her, Asao Sakura gritted her teeth and downed it in one gulp the next moment.

“I’m truly sorry for that. I’ll continue to practice, or maybe Mr. Darcy could demonstrate himself.”

After drinking, she tossed the teacup aside and sat back down.

The message was quite clear: since my skills are inadequate, I won’t serve you anymore; do it yourself.

“Sure.”

However, to Asao Sakura’s surprise, that man actually took the pot very willingly and even poured a cup for her.

“Please, don’t be shy.”

His attitude was far better than expected, but just pouring some tea counted as a demonstration?

How could he tell that Suzune brewed tea better?

As Asao Sakura grumbled, she suddenly realized something was off.

Accompanying her puzzled thoughts was an overpowering drowsiness and sensation of being drugged.

I am a Transcendent… how could this be? Is there something in the tea?

Feeling her eyelids heavy as lead, Asao Sakura mustered her strength to resist the sensation.

However, within just a few seconds, the overwhelming fatigue washed over her like a tidal wave, shattering her last bit of consciousness.

…

When Asao Sakura slowly awakened, the first thing she saw was the tea cup in front of her, filled to the brim once again.

She paused for a few seconds before the memories of what had happened before rushed back, causing her to almost leap up.

This action seemed to have startled the person opposite her.

Darcy Crawford, wearing a bizarre mask, stiffened suddenly, giving off the feeling of being caught red-handed.

“You… what’s in the tea?”

After a quick self-check to ensure there was nothing amiss with her, Asao Sakura fixed her gaze on Fu Qian, her voice icy.

“Miss Asao seems to have woken up faster than I expected.”

After a few seconds of silence, the person behind the mask finally spoke.

“Maybe you’ve been too tired lately, you fell asleep while talking just now.”

“What’s… in the tea, exactly?”

Ignoring Fu Qian’s attempt to deflect, Asao Sakura asked each word deliberately, all while her mind was screaming.

Is this guy insane?

Daring to use such despicable means on Yasui’s people?

I was too careless, never considering that there might be a sedative in the tea.

Right, past records do show this bastard often resorts to using such stuff.

Whether this trash is a pawn of the Siren’s or not, he’s definitely a pervert beyond doubt.

As her anger surged, Asao Sakura also felt a secret alarm.

Being a Middle Tier Transcendent and not known for physical strength, it was beyond normal that an ordinary sedative could take her down.

Lucky for her, he underestimated the constitution of a Middle Tier Transcendent.

“Miss Asao is joking, of course, there’s only tea leaves in the tea.”

Fu Qian responded with apparent astonishment in his tone.

“You don’t believe I meddled with it and put you to sleep, do you?”

“It was you who brewed it after all.”

But the tea set and the leaves were provided by you—this bastard even deliberately let me brew it to drop my guard.

For a moment, although she prided herself on not being exactly virtuous, Asao Sakura felt a fleeting impulse to rid the people of this menace.

Must not act rashly, must not act rashly…

She reminded herself over and over before finally taking a deep breath.

“About what I said earlier, you two better think it over carefully.”

After dropping that line, Asao Sakura no longer felt like staying, she left without another word.

…

As the “exposed” villain, Fu Qian remained silent, watching Asao Sakura depart from his seat.

Meanwhile, the ethereal clarity that was enveloping Su Gao was also silently dissipating from the corner of his eyes.

Just by sharing a room with someone as vile as him, she felt tainted and needed to escape quickly?

Imagining what lines the Goddess Envoy might have said, Fu Qian turned to look at Su Gao.

“The tea… should be fine, right?”

The latter, puzzled by Asao Sakura’s words, wore a look of confusion.

Fu Qian shook his head.

Of course, there was no sedative in the tea.

The reason Asao Sakura felt sleepy was simply because of the dream realm’s condition for disengagement, which was for her to fall asleep.

That’s why Asao Sakura succumbed to sleep so quickly.

As a Middle Tier contender, it was difficult for her to resist the rules of the dream realm.

No matter what, the crisis had passed.

“There’s nothing in the tea, but there is something in you.”

The next moment, Fu Qian took a sip of his tea and pointed at Su Gao as he spoke.