Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 770: Chapter 768: The Curse of Shatteredness (27)_1 Chapter 770: Chapter 768: The Curse of Shatteredness (27)_1 I only intended to slack off a bit but ended up with an unexpected discovery.

As I mentioned in my conversation with Su Gao, infamy is a redundant and useless concept that can still be quantified, akin to adding an attribute to the Void.

Now it seems that this artificial attribute is not meaningless, as it caused a pollution-like effect, leading to the kamakura Family being wiped out by their own summonings.

The Supernatural World is more chaotic and dangerous than I imagined.

Moreover, I can’t help but admire the leniency of the task assessment—it completed the moment the thought crossed my mind, without requiring me to verify it again.

Speaking of which, if a research-oriented task like this fails and is restarted, does it mean the first step would be skipped altogether?

No wonder it’s a level 3 item; it’s full of leniency!

At the same time, the information revealed is quite astonishing.

This matter is undoubtedly orchestrated by Yasui Tokiyuki, but the Native Council may very well be lurking in the background.

Could it be as conjectured, that the Native Council is helping Yasui Tokiyuki deal with hidden dangers?

I can’t confirm it yet, but in any case, one shouldn’t become addicted to either television or studying.

Kamakura Shinji is an example of this.

Fu Qian let out a long sigh, as if enlightened.

“How’s it going?”

In the midst of my reflections, someone had taken notice of the activity here.

Kamakura Si and his group quickly gathered around, though their expressions were somewhat grim.

Fu Qian had emerged too quickly; they probably thought Kamakura Shinji had indeed been turned into a dead horse.

“It’s done, but it still needs some routine treatment.”

Fu Qian glanced at Chang Mo.

The latter was taken aback but understood Fu Qian’s intention and, though surprised, quickly rushed back the way Fu Qian had come.

“Completely cut off the connection?”

Brother Ah Kai also looked at Fu Qian incredulously.

“If we’re lucky.”

Fu Qian’s tone remained modest.

The Return Edict mentioned that after being dispelled, the connection would slowly recover.

Such ritualistic connections might be relatively fragile, but one can never be certain.

Besides, I might even have to remove all of the splitting marks myself.

But no matter, if I can’t completely eliminate them, then I’ll remove them physically when the time comes.

On the other hand, establishing the connection in the last step sounds a bit troublesome.

Fortunately, I’ve been diligent and eager to learn along the way, building up a sufficient store of knowledge.

The moment the task popped up, Fu Qian already had an idea.

…

“It’s really gone, even the marks have vanished!”

When Fu Qian rushed back to Kamakura Shinji’s room, Kamakura Si was in a daze.

And the severely injured Kamakura Shinji was now showing initial signs of healing all over his body, even sitting up.

The only problem was that the blood-colored marks on his body had vanished without a trace, all dissipated.

This point obviously caused some hesitation in the kamakura Family head.

The curse had been cured, but he had also become a mere mortal, a rather heavy price for a Transcendent family to pay.

For instance, he definitely couldn’t continue being a Tomb Guardian.

“I’m very busy.”

Seeing everyone’s gaze turn towards me as I entered the room, I found a place to sit down and casually said.

…

The implication of Fu Qian’s words couldn’t be clearer—a Sword Path Demigod was very busy, and anyone wishing to receive treatment better do so quickly, as he wouldn’t wait for stragglers.

“Then we’ll trouble Mr. Yun,” said Kamakura Guizhi, stepping forward resolutely as he saw Kamakura Si’s conflicted expression.

From his previous actions, it was clear that he was more decisive than the current head of the family.

In fact, his attitude was quite sensitive at the moment, given that besides Kamakura Shinji, he was the one in the gravest condition; it was hard to avoid suspicions that he was acting out of a desire to save his own life.

However, it seemed that he didn’t care about this at all.

“Head of the Kamakura Family?”

Fu Qian nodded and glanced at Kamakura Si.

…

In the end, no argument occurred. Seeing Kamakura Guizhi so resolute, Kamakura Si hesitated only briefly before making up his mind.

“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yun. Do we all need to step outside and then come in one by one, in order?”

“No need, I’ve already said I’m quite busy,” Fu Qian replied indifferently, waving his hand.

“Anyone who needs treatment, stay; the others, leave. This is a one-time offer, miss it and it’s gone.”

It was still necessary to apply some pressure.

After all, limited editions always effectively motivate people.

…

The truth was, life always had the higher price.

The blood-soaked Tomb Guardians, regardless of their hesitation, ultimately not one left.

Once the people from the Academy had left of their own accord, Fu Qian wasted no time and the Return Edict was activated once again.

This is…

A moment later, seeing that Fu Qian was still remaining seated without moving, some were puzzled, but others had started to notice something unusual.

Within the inexplicable sense of relief, Kamakura Guizhi watched his own body in disbelief, barely containing his excitement.

The mark he was born with was rapidly fading, along with the aura of the Tomb Guardians.

On one hand, the crisis was resolved; on the other, becoming mortal again, everyone was emotionally complex and the air was unusually quiet.

“Done.”

Fu Qian was not interested in their sentiments. Soon after, with a snap of his fingers, he stood up.

Around him, the curse of the Tomb Guardians’ Swords had become history.

“Thank you very much for your assistance.”

In the utter silence of the room, it was Kamakura Guizhi, practically the only one who still knew courtesy, who made a point to thank him formally right away.

Fu Qian nodded slightly, showcasing the demeanor of a superior being, then swept away.

…

“Are they all healed?”

In the courtyard, the people from the Academy no longer doubted Fu Qian’s abilities, but such high efficiency still amazed them.

“If you’re lucky, you can observe for a few more days.”

Fu Qian’s answer remained modest.

So there was no intermission? It was over just like that?

In the face of Fu Qian’s brimming confidence, the Academy guests were somewhat at a loss.

They had just thought the journey to be somewhat tricky, yet before they could even take action, this mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere and resolved the problem in a flash?

From beginning to end, it was like a public-funded trip to the relics, rounding the trip without actually doing anything.

“So, where are you going now?”

In the silence, it was Ni Huayuan who suddenly spoke up.

With the matter concluded in such a manner, clearly, he was the one among the group feeling the worst.

And facing such a hostile question, Fu Qian’s response was just as straightforward.

The next moment, he snorted coldly, the demeanor of a demigod on full display, treating the other person as if he were thin air.

“My exchange with Teacher Ah Kai has been most beneficial. I will visit the Academy again when I have the opportunity,” Fu Qian even addressed Ah Kai, who had once again edged to the fringe of the group.

“Mr. Yun is too kind, the Benevolence Institute is always open,” Ah Kai replied with a forced smile, still responding with due courtesy despite the obvious preferential treatment.

Fu Qian said no more, nodded slightly at Cass, and then left with a flourish.

With the Tomb Guardians becoming history, it was time for some lawful archaeology.