Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1333: Chapter 1331: Night Visit to the Vampire (6)

Blood flowers bloom furiously, war cries pierce the heavens.

On this night, close to dawn, with the belated arrival of the special guest and their self-introduction, Miss Jane Winslow’s diagnostic summary finally unfolded in full swing.

As the second specialist, the Vampire Yack was the first to be invited to speak.

Yet it was clear that, having skipped the leadership’s opening remarks, he still felt somewhat unprepared and awkward.

As he pondered, Yack instinctively glanced around. Unfortunately, except for the pool of blood beneath the special guest’s feet, no one else seemed willing to take on the responsibility.

Even the usually revered Elders instinctively avoided meeting his gaze.

“We don’t have any concrete leads yet, but using the process of elimination, I’d speculate it has something to do with what’s in the mist outside the city.”

Faced with the group’s collective reaction, Yack’s confidence oddly grew, allowing him to offer a brief and feeble answer.

But at the very least, he provided a thought to pursue.

The suspicion involving the abandoned pawn was reasonably logical.

Fu Qian didn’t press him too harshly but instead gestured toward the other attending specialists.

“Share the details of the case with everyone. Let’s hear their thoughts.”

…

It was evident that, like many meetings, the specialists weren’t particularly invested in the topic itself; they leaned more toward seizing this opportunity to handle interpersonal matters.

Thus, as the host skillfully yet efficiently pushed the agenda forward, the atmosphere inevitably slid into a peculiar awkwardness.

Each face bore a beauty violated by the magical absurdities of the world.

Yet, ultimately, no one rose in rebellion.

In the stretch of silence, most instinctively severed eye contact with the other attendees until the first figure finally broke through the tension, relinquishing the flaming red hue and compromising with reality.

“Go ahead, speak.”

Still flaunting her manicured nails, Lady Bally noticeably keenly observed the shift, letting out an unsophisticated laugh as she truly gestured toward Yack.

It was apparent that her influence within the clan was substantial; more than one person sighed in relief, gradually easing their combat-ready postures.

The vividness within the circular hall noticeably dulled in an instant.

Efficient indeed.

Watching the transformation, Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction.

As a special guest who carried genuine intentions of communication and showed great interest in the meeting’s subject, Fu Qian was genuinely gratified that the session had resumed with such efficiency.

Given his prior maneuvering, the superior attitude of the Bloodline Clan’s members toward him was all too predictable.

Knowing how to swiftly quell misconceptions was crucial for someone unwilling to waste time.

Especially upon arriving and discovering that this race had an outright rude spokesperson, which complicated matters considerably.

But it’s well-known—everything has two sides.

A group with a leader indeed becomes more united and steadfast, but the risk is that if the leader falters, the entire structure is likely to collapse utterly.

So, following Saphar’s impolite conduct, Fu Qian decisively chose to fire on all cylinders and leverage his head as a symbolic tool.

Now it seemed that this Elder’s sacrifice had proven worthwhile.

…

“The origin is simple. It involves that ordinary family mentioned earlier. I drank their daughter’s blood and gave her a small blessing in return.”

Finally, under Lady Bally’s encouragement, Yack spoke once more, openly explaining the details of the case.

“However, for reasons beyond comprehension, the blessing became distorted.”

“It was meant to amplify her positive attributes, but instead her eyes began enlarging endlessly.”

“When I discovered this abnormality, I couldn’t understand it at all, so I started searching for the cause. So far, the only suspicious factor seems to be the mist outside the city, where she’d once got lost.”

“As for Mr. Herbert, he was the doctor invited by that family to treat her.”

A distorted blessing?

Having experienced the earlier turbulence, Lady Bally didn’t seem particularly shocked, though she still frowned as she listened.

“And then, sticking to your principles, you directly shared the Bloodline Clan’s gift with her to free her from the blessing’s effects?”

“That’s quite excessively generous. Had you attempted anything else beforehand?”

Her understanding of Yack’s methods was evident.

“At the time, the situation was already critical. I calculated that it wouldn’t take long before those bothersome Cult Hunters would come sniffing around. So, despite not grasping the reason, I decided to restore her body from within the blessing prematurely.”

Yack didn’t conceal his initial treatment attempt.

“Even that attempt was twisted… The target’s entire existence entered a peculiar state of restoration—for example, her voice rapidly reverted to that of a child.”

“And then, unable to tolerate repeated failures, you went ahead and shared the Bloodline Clan’s glory with her.”

Lady Bally seemed to piece the logic together, nodding slightly.

“Utterly foolish!”

But not everyone shared that sentiment—as the second-ranking lady finally stowed away the Spear of Fated Death, she couldn’t restrain herself from expressing her discontent.

“To resolve such a trivial matter? For your laughable adherence to principle?”

“It wasn’t resolved.”

Yack’s momentum surged, not only standing his ground but correcting her misunderstanding.

“The gift was also distorted. The target displayed symptoms of near contamination and loss of control.”

…

Despite the continuous shocks, the Bloodline Clan members were already becoming aesthetically numb, yet it was still apparent as their logic teetered on the brink by his final statement.

Even the Bloodline Clan’s gift had been twisted?

“Understood. So, the distorted gift was shattered.”

Even the second-ranking lady fell silent for a while, while Lady Bally immediately turned her gaze toward Fu Qian, her expression peculiar.

“I’d like to know what this invited doctor did beforehand.”

“He examined her and concluded her condition was stable, claiming any abnormalities would disappear by sunrise…”

It was obvious—even now, Yack remained deeply baffled by this extraordinary occurrence.

“Then, as I tried to bring her back for help to identify the root cause, he sought me out instead.”

“… In a state of non-contact?”

Lady Bally visibly showed shock, though she soon seemed to reconcile it.

“Not too surprising—he managed to shatter even the gift itself.”

“So, Mr. Herbert, may I know why you reached that particular diagnostic conclusion? Was the assertion of complete recovery by sunrise based on confidence you would cure her by then?”

With meaningful scrutiny toward Fu Qian, she posed a question that didn’t seem entirely central to the matter.

“To be precise, it was because I had already foreseen the outcome.”

Fu Qian pondered briefly, choosing his words with precision.

The mission objective was clearly there—if Yack could resolve it on his own, theoretically, Fu Qian wouldn’t need to intervene.

“You mean… prophecy?”

Lady Bally frowned, trying to understand.

“Why would it be something so unreliable?”

Fu Qian shook his head, his expression instantly shifting to one befitting a Shen Gun.

“The final destination of a dream is always waking up.”