Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 928: Chapter 926 The Secret of the Transcendent Chapter 928: Chapter 926 The Secret of the Transcendent “You really thought this through early,” Yuan Shan admitted, as she stared at Fu Qian across the quiet dinner table for a good while, ultimately having to concede that his idea did have some feasibility.

Fu Qian’s conflict with Daneta and their group had naturally come to Yuan Shan’s attention.

Despite the group acting with considerable caution, a large operation such as this couldn’t be executed without leaving traces; the Night Watchman found the investigation not so difficult.

And if they acted guilty, they probably wouldn’t cooperate much.

This guy really did take everything into account.

But she had to say, taking these calculations into account did resolve many of her issues quite effectively.

It was comfortable indeed, but she always felt that doing this too often could lead to early dementia.

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“I’ll look into Daneta’s group as you mentioned, and keep an eye on Jiang En as well. If there are no further extreme actions, for now, I won’t touch him,” Yuan Shan declared, after pondering for a moment and accepting Fu Qian’s advice.

“Including tonight, the act of rallying men without my consent, I can let that go too,” she said.

“But there’s one issue, under the current circumstances, it seems impossible to completely rule out that you are not Herbert.”

Then, in the next moment, Yuan Shan changed her tone.

“Mainly because the story you just spun does seem logically smooth.”

There’s still resentment, huh!

Seeing the hint of a cold smile on the Chief’s face, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

He could understand it, the esteemed Night Watchman Chief, her emotions dragged around, even a readiness to face death had emerged.

If this were Old Master Logan, he probably would have already exploded out of his clothes in rage, punching through the earth.

Speaking of which, he wondered how the old master was doing, as recent mission summaries only hinted at some improvement.

“This is actually quite simple.”

In the midst of his rampant train of thoughts, Fu Qian composed himself and directly addressed Chief Yuan’s interrogation.

“As the progenitor of the Bloodline Clan, Annalise has some ideas that are too shortsighted; why must the Bloodline Clan necessarily have uniform red eyes? That’s too monotonous and boring!”

“If it were up to me, I’d make the pupils change colors depending on the blood consumed, presenting different hues, so when we greet each other, we can skip boring questions like ‘What did you have for lunch?ʼ”

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When Fu Qian finished speaking, it wasn’t just Yuan Shan, even Wen Li seemed petrified.

His recent nonsensical talk obviously put severe strain on their language processing systems.

Understanding this, Fu Qian casually grabbed a dessert and ate while waiting.

“Is this provocative enough?” he asked.

Chief Yuan was indeed very experienced and wise, recovering her composure earlier than anyone else.

And facing her slightly complex expression, Fu Qian directly inquired.

“Enough,” Yuan Shan sighed deeply, finally feeling completely relaxed.

Although what he said was chaotic and not convincing, the most crucial point had been conveyed—calling out the name of the Ancestor in a Bloodline Clan with such rigid hierarchical suppression, and speaking so boldly, was truly an improbable event.

Especially considering that Herbert, the legendary First Apostle, was a well-known fervent follower.

The sight before her wasn’t one where he impersonated Herbert at this moment; back then there might have been a slight possibility, but now the balance had infinitely tipped over.

This guy really had provided quite a persuasive reason.

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“It’s about time, I have things to arrange back home,” Yuan Shan declared contentedly, directly getting up to leave, even going so far as to thank Fu Qian rather unabashedly.

“Thanks for the hard work.”

No matter how insufferable he seemed, this guy did indeed help solve her troubles.

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

Not waiting for Fu Qian to return the courtesy, she turned to Wen Li.

As a newly advanced Fourth Phase, her composure was remarkable.

“The path of the transcendent isn’t about moving fast; it’s equally crucial to thoroughly assimilate and accumulate insights.”

While kindly advising, Yuan Shan didn’t stress that Wen Li should seek her out if confused.

Clearly, as a demigod, the man who had crafted her promotion path, Fu Qian, was undoubtedly more trustworthy than herself.

Even though Miss Wen spent her days mixing with this guy, it felt like he could easily lead her astray.

“Thank you for your reminder, I will be careful to ensure solid assimilation,” Wen Li responded earnestly, its sincere thankfulness evident in her tone.

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Chief Yuan indeed had many matters to attend to and quickly left in haste.

“Mr. Fang, is there anything else you need my assistance with in testing?” Wen Li asked, very clear on her own role, looking to see if she could still be of help.

“That’s enough; you can now celebrate your gains,” Yet for Fu Qian, the most crucial information had already been obtained, he signaled that Miss Wen could relax a bit.

“You are, after all, at the Fourth Phase; no need to be so reserved.”

Phew!

With that, Wen Li took a deep breath and immediately her face broke into a broad smile.

“It really feels like a dream; I never thought I could achieve this!”

She had absolute reasons to be happy; in just a few hours since Mr. Fu had come over, she had crossed a barrier that many transcendent beings found insurmountable in a rather hazy manner.

Even after completing, there were two demigods helping to check, ensuring there were no evident risks.

And the last very important point—she had helped Mr. Fu!

I might have an idea how you did it.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian thought silently to himself.

His earlier words were not just being polite to Wen Li; the ritual completed smoothly, and Wen Li displayed an ability quite similar to Eve’s, which for him was a major achievement.

Fu Qian’s speculation about the transcendent path was again validated.

Why do many, including himself, advance without needing material potions?

Even for Miss Wen, the barrier seemed as if it didn’t exist.

The answer was simple—the materials might have already been present within them.

If the path of the transcendent ability could be likened to an increasingly tall building, then Fu Qian had an intuition that slightly defied logic—the building was already constructed from the start.

The self-refinement of a transcendent, or the advancement rituals, were merely processes of discovering it, controlling it.

This explained why most lower-rank advancements weren’t that complex, confusingly achieved.

And Eve, whom he had subdued, can be seen as a special case—the building itself had come to life, fighting back to take control.

This also explained why after Wen Li absorbed her, the advancement was so smooth; the building itself had already attained a certain degree of self-control.

As for those of lower rankings hitting a ceiling, it was also understandable: individuals differ, and the limits of their internal structures just contain those few floors; continuing to advance required them to add bricks and mortar themselves.

If this speculation holds, the talk of a unique talent in the transcendent path is indeed genuinely substantiated.