Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1171: Chapter 1169: The Smuggler in the Church

“This area is concentrated with various types of temples and churches; from the beginning of city planning, it was confirmed as the core area.”

Yuan Shan clearly did not realize there was anything special about her teacher’s name.

As she walked with Fu Qian into this area that seemed centuries old, she introduced it while expressing her own sighs.

“For a city originally intended for gambling, this idea is quite absurd at first glance.”

“Of course, it turned out to be a very far-sighted decision!”

“As lively as a casino?”

Fu Qian timely added a joke.

“Every single one.”

Yuan Shan sighed.

“This concerning design, in fact, proved not only lively but also harmonious.”

“There are even people who visit every place during the day and then go to the casinos at night, unimaginable elsewhere.”

“Pure people are often more tolerant.”

Fu Qian admired, looking around.

Yuan Shan was indeed right; just standing here, one could see several grand religious buildings of different styles.

Even the doors were noticeably open.

“So, did it work?”

“Yes, at least when losing money, people feel much more serene, like reflecting whether they weren’t devout enough.”

“So sophisticated? Has no one ever lost and taken out their frustration on their faith?”

“No.”

Yuan Shan shook her head confidently.

“Because some people also make money.”

“I see.”

Fu Qian nodded his head.

The intent of Yuan Shan’s explanation was clear: even if someone felt vindictive due to a loss, tempted to vent about the lack of protection from their faith, there was no need for police intervention; the protected winners would teach him manners.

“So your teacher, did he come here seeking help because of bad luck?”

The next moment, he naturally asked this, following that logic.

Though the scenario described was somewhat paradoxical.

“Not ruling it out…”

Yuan Shan was also stiff-faced when asked.

“Of course, that’s the best-case scenario, I’m worried he’s doing something else.”

“Like?”

“Like altering someone else’s prayer to redirect the blessings toward himself.”

Yuan Shan muttered quietly.

“…Quite an idea.”

Fu Qian couldn’t help but praise hearing this strategy.

“Isn’t he afraid of being caught?”

“Caught by whom? He is, after all, a genuine Second Phase.”

Yuan Shan retorted, expressing the misfortune of her school.

So “Henry” is actually a Second Phase?

The situation close to what Fu Qian imagined made him sigh.

Now, it’s hard to believe that it’s merely a simple case of a common name.

From Yuan Shan’s reaction after hearing the name Prism of Radiant Transformation, it could very well be a secret known only to these two, teacher and student.

Anyone else knowing about it would be considered an anomaly and handled urgently.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian had encountered a cat named Henry during an incident led by the Prism of Radiant Transformation.

Not only was this cat the “source of color” in the mission, but it was also about to receive the power infusion from the Prism of Radiant Transformation at the final moment.

This upper being, always opposing the warehouse, seemed to have a rather unusual relationship with the Night Watchman.

And this clearly meant that the danger coefficient of this trip had skyrocketed once again.

“Found it, it’s indeed here.”

During her contemplation, Yuan Shan broke the silence, pointing inside a door nearby.

…

You really do understand your teacher!

Following Yuan Shan’s reminder, Fu Qian glanced at the brightly lit hall.

Even nearing midnight, under the gigantic Holy Emblem, many devout followers were still gathered, a testament to the power of faith.

“Shall we go in?”

Now that she had finally found her mentor, Yuan Shan looked at Fu Qian seriously and asked him in a half-inquiring tone.

Clearly, she knew what Fu Qian would face once he stepped through that door.

And even though this could not be changed, she still hoped he would think it through.

“Alright.”

His response was very straightforward.

Not only that, but he even looked up devoutly as if he was on a pilgrimage.

…

Fu Qian’s behavior made Yuan Shan momentarily recall his usual antics, and her emotions quickly became more restrained.

Not only that, but the next moment she looked towards the side of the church, focusing on a figure sitting there.

The thought of these two guys about to meet made her scalp tingle suddenly.

“Shall we go?”

Amidst the tumultuous emotions, the one willing to face death even turned his head, looking somewhat puzzled as he began to urge her.

Yeah.

At this point, without saying much more, Yuan Shan nodded slightly and walked ahead.

…

“Teacher? I’ve brought the person.”

Just like the city itself, the places of faith in Night Holy City also showed a very inclusive attitude, not hindering the two who visited at midnight in any way.

And Yuan Shan did not stand on ceremony either, leading Fu Qian to a corner, sitting down next to a slightly corpulent, formally dressed old gentleman in a black suit, whispering softly,

“Nice to meet you.”

Fu Qian greeted politely, inconspicuously sizing up the retired Second Phase Night Watchman.

With a stern face, sitting upright, his hair meticulously combed.

Even the seat he chose was located in a somewhat dim corner, rather than right in front where it was easiest to catch the attention of the Divine Beings.

At first glance, he definitely seemed like one of the most serious believers in the hall.

“Mr. Fang, welcome.”

Noticing Fu Qian’s gaze, Henry Campbell finally slowly turned his head around, his expression serene.

“Do not disturb others, come with me.”

The next moment, he did not delay, standing up immediately and gesturing for Fu Qian and Yuan Shan to follow.

However, the direction he chose was not outside the church but instead, he strode from the edge of the great hall directly into a quiet room.

Along the way, they encountered other people, some even dressed in heavy monk robes; however, everyone who saw him acted completely normal, including Fu Qian and Yuan Shan who faced no scrutinizing glares.

It was a scene of harmonious tranquility, yet Yuan Shan could be heard sighing with some resignation, feeling the misfortune of her sect.

A very special ability.

Fu Qian didn’t see any problem, finding the seemingly normal yet bizarre scene quite intriguing.

He had sensed something unusual the moment he entered and saw this senior; his reaction was exactly the same as these people.

That is, the other party sitting there looked so natural that you wouldn’t notice anything out of place.

But this was only at first glance. Later, after being reminded by Yuan Shan and rechecking a second time, this feeling vanished.

“Mr. Fang, I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Yuan Shan, thanks for your help with the Night Watchman during this period.”

Henry signaled for Yuan Shan to close the door, and looked at Fu Qian with a somewhat smiling expression, no longer as serious as before.

“Especially regarding Logan.”