Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1336: Chapter 1334: Night Visit to the Vampire (9)

“…Are you certain?”

Fu Qian’s words visibly left Yack momentarily stunned, and when he realized what the other was referring to, his face almost twitched uncontrollably.

“What’s there to be uncertain about? It’s just a discussion and exchange of ideas to begin with.”

Fu Qian looked perplexed.

“As long as you still remember, that’s fine. Since we’re all here, let’s share and hear everyone’s opinions.”

“For what reason?”

Noticing Yack’s odd reaction, Bally, ever the lively participant, couldn’t resist asking.

“…This Mr. Herbert thinks the laws themselves have inherent problems.”

In that case…

Yack let out a cold laugh, directly repeating someone’s reckless remarks, then adopted an obvious attitude of watching the chaos unfold.

…

“Nonsense!”

Predictably, as soon as those words were uttered, they sparked an intense backlash.

As though hearing absolute Blasphemous Words, the Bloodline Clan turned unanimously toward Fu Qian, their emotions ablaze.

The delicate stalemate forged by concealed threats instantly plunged into renewed turbulence.

“Do you truly hold such an opinion?”

Even Lady Bally, her expression suddenly frosty, frowned as she turned to look in his direction.

Clearly, even she found this line of reasoning excessively unconventional.

“No.”

Yet, somewhat unexpectedly, the usually assertive Dark Moon Apostle actually shook his head in denial.

“It seems Brother Jake ultimately forgets certain things.”

Just as everyone assumed he was finally backing down, breathing a collective sigh of relief, they saw Fu Qian glance at Yack, releasing a long sigh.

“The laws were merely preliminary suggestions. Wasn’t our final conclusion that the real issue lay with the Stars Association?”

The anger, which had just begun to ease slightly, surged to new heights in an instant.

…

“Such lively enthusiasm is truly gratifying. Please, feel free to voice your thoughts without restraint.”

Seeing the atmosphere grow inflamed anew, Fu Qian remained seated unwaveringly. As he continued to encourage them, not the least concerned about the increasingly heated tension.

“Sir, you really don’t regard the Bloodline Clan at all, although that is undeniably correct.”

Faced with someone who seemed to enjoy stirring trouble, even Bally couldn’t help but comment with a sigh.

“We, who often pride ourselves as Godsons, truly lack the capability to pose any threat to you—at least not tonight.”

Her choice of words was anything but gentle, pulling herself into the insult as well.

And yet, amidst the crescendo of Bloodline Clan fury, even Lady Two, typically the most aggressive, refrained from stepping forward to argue.

The harshness of reality is unforgiving; understanding it is even worse.

When Saphar was shattered into pieces, no one acted. Tonight seemed destined to follow suit. Much as they hated to admit it, hard truths are often unpleasant to hear.

The adversary knew this well, trampling the Clan’s pride unapologetically.

The more they grasped the situation, the more boundless rage consumed their chests, causing Lady Two’s body to tremble.

“But I fail to understand the purpose. Why bring up such a topic?”

At this moment, Lady Bally shifted her tone, expressing her confusion.

“I don’t believe you’d waste time simply to humiliate or amuse yourself.”

“Of course not. My time is far too valuable.”

Fu Qian shook his head.

With these arrogant bats, efficiency was his sole rule of engagement.

The choice to step on their dignity during exchanges—it wasn’t merely Saphar’s impoliteness, but also consideration for their twisted style.

Polite dialogue might only waste time.

Using fear and anger to violently extract meaningful information might seem excessively rude to the Bloodline Clan, but to us, we call it efficiency.

“You fail to comprehend because you made the same mistake as Brother Jake. I understand this situation might seem implausible to you, but would you try hypothesizing just for a moment—what if it truly happened? What would the outcome be?”

…

The idea that the Stars Association was flawed instinctively repelled every member of the Bloodline Clan, Bally included.

But following Fu Qian’s suggestion, she fell silent for a moment, and then remained silent still.

“May I ask, how exactly do you administer the blessings granted as an equivalent exchange to your patient?”

Seeing her reaction, Fu Qian did not interrupt, instead turning toward Yack.

“I’ve had plenty of dealings with The Sect before. I’ve seen them use Star Law to purify, heal, and protect people, but it’s still hard to imagine similar effects persisting long-term on an individual.”

“Or are you actually guiding her to comprehend Star Law, like members of The Sect? Truthfully, I haven’t seen anything particularly unusual about her.”

“…Neither.”

Surrounded by reactions underscoring the harshness of reality, Yack, now acutely aware, responded without hesitation.

“Comprehending Star Law involves interaction at the soul level, something no one else can assist with. Besides, the Bloodline Clan emphasizes equivalent exchanges, so such blessings are far too expensive.”

“…But you’re correct—normal Star Laws, no matter their purpose, cannot persist indefinitely on an ordinary individual. Thus, the blessing I bestowed is essentially akin to a piece of jewelry.”

Jewelry… so this person wasn’t just handing out temporary trial privileges.

“Except this jewelry isn’t worn physically?”

Fu Qian nodded slightly as he affirmed the young Bloodline Clan member’s integrity.

“Precisely. Have you seen The Sect’s members embed Star Law into certain vessels? The Bloodline Clan’s blessings are similar but executed in a more discreet fashion.”

It’s true that nature is hard to change—even under these circumstances, Yack couldn’t help but ooze superiority when touting “discretion.”

“No need for her personal comprehension; using flesh as the vessel to inscribe the desired results—this is the essence of Bloodline Clan blessings.”

“It can be preserved permanently while remaining highly unobtrusive. Unless one’s a fellow Bloodline member, detecting it would be impossible.”

That explains it!

Fu Qian had long pondered the cause behind Jane’s blessings deforming during his previous mission.

Unfortunately, Brother Jake had underestimated the harshness of reality back then, lacking a genuine openness in conversation.

“Truly an interesting technique. So the process doesn’t involve the Stars Association at all?”

Fu Qian didn’t hold back his praise.

“How could that be? The marks are, of course, inscribed by the Stars Association into her flesh—we merely act as guiding intermediaries.”

Yack’s sentence was abruptly cut short. He stared blankly at Fu Qian, seemingly grasping the reasoning behind his question.

“So, if the Stars Association harbors issues, then the inscribed content might inherently be distorted.”

It was Bally who let out a deep breath before making this remark in an unhurried tone.

“Including your recent bestowed Bloodline blessings. Distortion and malfunction weren’t her fault—they arose because the Stars Association endowed her with distorted gifts.”

Clearly, she had just taken Fu Qian’s advice, genuinely set aside prejudices, and hypothesized the scenario.

“Impossible! Then why haven’t we encountered any problems?”

Someone immediately refuted, and Bally remained silent for a moment, raising her eyes to glance at Fu Qian.

“From a purely technical perspective, is it possible that your blessings were acquired much earlier?”

Fu Qian, as ever, answered without hesitation.

“For instance, before the fog descended?”