Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 898: 896 Chapter: Rotten Flesh (17) Chapter 898: 896 Chapter: Rotten Flesh (17) In fact, what Fu Qian was more curious about than the ritual itself was where Jiang En had gotten the idea for it from.

Given that the content was somewhat twisted, it was difficult to imagine that he had figured it out on his own.

In Fu Qian’s view, the most likely source of Brother Jiang En’s method for defying fate was probably represented by the nobles of Daneta.

In fact, the main purpose of the operation just now was to perform it for them to see.

Because of prior contact, he had speculated that Daneta, or perhaps other people, might have a very special way to observe Jiang En’s every move at any time.

And whether it was the bosses at the trading meeting or Daneta himself, who had personally taken action, it was obvious that they were fully committed to helping Jiang En complete the ritual.

Now that Jiang En was forced into such a predicament, it was time for them to reveal their true power against someone like him, whose movements were strange and motives unclear.

Fu Qian believed that after tonight, it was very likely that a rather spectacular scene would await him when he appeared again.

Of course, that was a story for later, as this night had already been long enough.

Fu Qian looked up for a moment.

It was getting late, and the Grand Fate Ming Emperor also needed to rest.

…

Late at night, inside Wen Li’s mansion.

“Mr. Fang, you’re back.”

Resting her chin on her hand and looking somewhat sleepless, Wen Li greeted with a hint of surprise the figure that had suddenly appeared.

“Lucky to meet you, Grand Fate Ming Emperor!”

However, the voice that responded to her under the mask was different from what she had imagined; the person even bowed slightly in greeting.

“Lucky to meet you… Mr. Fu.”

Seeing this, Wen Li was startled for a moment, but she did not panic; she smiled back and even switched her address.

Indeed, that voice was the one she had heard before coming to Shangjing, when Mr. Fu, her mysterious bodyguard, had helped her advance to Sixth Phase.

“Good memory.”

Fu Qian gave a nod of approval and casually tossed his mask aside.

“You’re also very brave.”

“It’s because I don’t just remember people by their faces and voices.”

Looking at the face under the mask, which was more pleasing to the eye than usual, Wen Li’s smile deepened, pointing at her own head.

“Did things go smoothly today? You seem to be in a good mood.”

“Very fruitful.”

Fu Qian did not humble himself and sat down next to Wen Li.

“Tomorrow and in the future, the name of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor will echo throughout Shangjing.”

“… That title is indeed very imposing, but doesn’t it clash with your low-key style?”

Wen Li blinked and pushed a plate of fruit towards him.

It seemed that because of his true face being revealed, he was more relaxed than usual?

The issue was, when he had dealt with her using his true face in the past, she was not spared from kicks.

Sensing the shift in Wen Li’s demeanor, Fu Qian once again reflected on the complexity of human hearts.

After evading the guards by concealing his presence earlier, he saw that Wen Li’s Fifth Phase was already very stable and quiet; he casually tested to see how much her abilities had grown.

The fact proved that, not to mention other aspects, Miss Wen still had a remarkable ability to discern truth from falsehood.

“So remember to keep it a secret.”

Fu Qian casually picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth, seeing nothing inappropriate about the comment on being low-key.

“Are you hurt? Did you run into some trouble?”

It was then that Wen Li noticed the mark on his chest and spoke with some surprise.

“No harm, it’s just to share Chief Yuan’s worries.”

Fu Qian touched his chest, his tone as if he was exhausted for the party and the nation.

That was to coordinate with Daneta, deliberately stabbed by a knife.

“Now, there is a question. Under what circumstances do you think a group of people would go to great lengths to help someone they don’t know and apparently expect nothing in return?”

“Even to the extent of sending gifts, they go to great lengths to conceal their intentions, making the recipient think they got it through their own abilities?”

Seeing that Wen Li was very energetic, Fu Qian posed another question a moment later.

“Well…”

Faced with Fu Qian’s question, Wen Li furrowed her brows in thought.

“Although I encountered quite a few seemingly selfless gestures during my upbringing, it’s still hard to imagine going to such lengths, but—”

Wen Li paused.

“You mentioned that even the sending of gifts involved concealing intentions. I can think of one possible reason: maybe if they didn’t hide their intentions, the other party wouldn’t accept?”

That made sense.

Fu Qian nodded.

With Wen Li’s background, she must have received a lot of attention since childhood, and at this moment, her wealth of life experience finally came into play.

It was unclear when exactly Daneta and their group had set their sights on Jiang En, but clearly, for this struggling fallen genius, in theory, helping him wouldn’t need to be so laborious.

Just showing him a possible way to turn things around would suffice, without needing to say anything at all.

Hence the group making things so complicated made Wen Li’s explanation somewhat plausible—Jiang En might reject a straightforward offer.

Had Jiang En had some dealings with them and, as a result, harbored wariness?

…

“Of course, there are no absolutes; that’s just my guess.”

In that moment of modesty, Wen Li seemed to have thought of something else.

“I just received news that there seems to be a new victim last night, with similar bite marks on his neck… Could it really be related to Tyler? If so, Gulad’s situation just got worse.”

“Brother Tyler is indeed under a lot of pressure, but he clearly hasn’t given up hope.”

Wen Li’s query suddenly reminded Fu Qian of the scene where Tyler was striving to prove his innocence.

As far as his business partner was concerned, Fu Qian didn’t particularly mind. Leaving traces of the Bloodline Clan in the mess caused by Jiang En had nothing to do with kicking someone when they’re down.

In fact, in Fu Qian’s view, stepping on the gas when the situation is extremely unfavorable might not necessarily be a bad thing.

…

After some idle chatter, Fu Qian returned to the room he had already stayed in twice to rest.

Clearly, Wen Li had people clean it at the last minute, and it seemed deliberately orchestrated as the servants avoided the area around the room, keeping it as quiet as possible.

Of course, that night might not be so quiet.

There was a significant chance that Daneta and his people had seen the scene Jiang En last uncovered, knowing a Grand Fate Ming Emperor was causing turmoil.

Under such circumstances, how could they allow their meticulous arrangements to be destroyed?

So, they would likely do everything possible to eliminate this unstable factor.

Fu Qian believed that an exciting scene would surely await him as soon as he stepped out tomorrow.

…

Completely unaware of how close the countdown was, Fu Qian rested quite comfortably.

The next day, when he saw Wen Li again, she was sitting at the dining table, lost in thought, having even forgotten to eat.

“Mr. Fang, I just received news…”

Realizing Fu Qian had adjusted his appearance, she promptly changed her address and continued eagerly, “Last night, Tyler seems to have been caught… at the scene of the crime.”