Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1792: Chapter 1787: The Bloodstained Wedding

”The Larea family has an extensive history, and I have taken notes categorized by time and key figures here.”

Although she had already achieved the rank of Fourth Phase Transcendent, Miss Wen approached her documentation work meticulously.

”Furthermore, if we narrow the scope to Em House Palace, I think there’s a particularly interesting rumor that you might find intriguing, Mr. Fang.”

Wen Li opened the document in her hand and pointed to a particular passage.

”Em House Palace was built a long time ago and served as the palace of the family’s second Divine, Emmanuel, who was rumored to possess an Undying Body.”

”It’s said that there was originally a statue of him there, but the few who were allowed to visit claimed they never saw it.”

”However, the protagonist of the rumor I’m mentioning isn’t him, but his son Don Juan.”

”Besides his great charm and his broad interest in women, there’s little recorded about this young man, except that something extraordinary occurred at his grand wedding. Allegedly, all the noblewomen of the region rushed to attend, so much so that the air was filled with the scent of perfume.”

As she spoke, Wen Li unconsciously took a deep breath, seemingly envisioning the scene.

”And thus was born the legend of the blood wedding.”

Oh?

The name alone is undeniably classic.

”Was there an incident at the wedding? Was there harm to the women attending?”

Fu Qian blinked, recalling his previous advisory role as the ”Bronze Lady.”

And the experience of wandering with Lady Cecilia through a place suspected to be Em House Palace.

Along with the scene of well-dressed noblewomen losing their heads everywhere.

”In fact, quite the opposite. Firstly, no incident occurred at the wedding. It was so lavish and grand that it was talked about for a long time.”

Wen Li had a slightly unusual expression.

”It’s just that there were rumors saying a number of those noble ladies ended up killing their husbands shortly after returning home.”

...

So that’s what they mean by a blood wedding.

The name alone makes it difficult to imagine such a development in the aftermath.

Perhaps the term ’rumors’ might make it seem a bit unreliable, but don’t forget, this was a ’rumor’ specially noted by the Night Watchman.

”What was the reason?”

Fu Qian nodded slightly, looking for more details.

”The most mainstream explanation attributes it to heartbreak because of the wedding, but whether it was due to the extravagance or the groom is uncertain.”

Wen Li’s expression grew more and more enigmatic.

”Additionally, these people did not seem to receive punishment afterwards. Even spreading related rumors was strictly prohibited, and ultimately it remained just a legend due to the lack of any official endorsement.”

Indeed, the more you hear, the stranger it gets.

Taking the detailed materials Wen Li handed over, Fu Qian didn’t rush to comment.

Though it’s a rumor, the statistics are quite detailed, with the victims’ names clearly listed.

And looking at the extensive list, the array is indeed large.

But apart from the number, it seems completely contrary to the scene seen with the Bronze Lady?

The victims weren’t those noblewomen but their husbands.

And it didn’t happen immediately but occurred gradually after the wedding?

Was the earlier assumption wrong, and this wasn’t the same incident?

Or could it be—

The bizarre and highly consistent actions, along with the subsequent official handling, indeed emit a strong scent of the supernatural.

The scenes inside might contradict reality, yet it could be a conceptual manifestation on the supernatural level?

For example, that swelling brain, and the noblewomen uniformly losing their heads, desperately trying to get into it?

Perhaps even during the wedding, some special influence was already being disseminated, only to ferment afterward?

And the Bronze Lady, suspected to be Elder Ji Feng’s legacy in the real world.

The latter took it as a special hiding place, preserving a Bronze Headband that, when worn by descendants, could hear sounds?

That’s certainly an easy conclusion to reach, but there’s one issue here—how did Ji Feng obtain this item?

Judging by his later control of the Unseen Hillock, he should be the highest-ranking predecessor he encountered.

For such an existence, collecting more things isn’t much of a problem.

But there’s an even more realistic speculation—

Some task rewards often carry elements of the task itself.

Is it possible this item was actually his direct task reward?

While it doesn’t affect the outcome, this isn’t an idle fancy.

Because that would imply that regardless of when Brother Ji Feng started working, his tasks could even reach back hundreds of years into the past.

...

Up to now, my longest suspected span was merely seeing Su Gao during childhood in the Rotten Forest, just over a decade ago.

This contrast is overwhelming; is the power of the warehouse indeed waning significantly?

Of course, if this is true, the significance is not in ridiculing this employer, but in implying that the predecessors’ influence across the world is incredibly vast, a perspective to consider when encountering future events.

”You’ve done well, thank you.”

Quickly scanning through the document, Fu Qian nodded at Wen Li, who had been waiting patiently, immediately offering praise.

Indeed, she was meticulous, knowing that there was likely a specific purpose for seeking such information, and she swiftly focused on the special events first.

The remarkable thing is that besides these special events, the other content is also organized meticulously.

Emmanuel’s statue should be the crowned figure previously seen in the Reminiscence Record.

But according to Wen Li, the real Em House Palace no longer seems to have the statue.

This is undoubtedly interesting information.

Let’s not forget, I even have something that seems to be the same crown in my possession.

”It’s not hard work, just spending time reading these secrets.”

Looking pleased by Fu Qian’s praise, Wen Li seemed quite happy.

”But is there only verbal reward?”

Covering her mouth with a light laugh in the next moment, she half-jokingly said.

”What other reward do you want?”

Considering the awakening awareness of getting paid for work that she demonstrated after last working part-time at the bookstore, Fu Qian wasn’t surprised.

”Is there any advice for me this time when I go to the Academy?”

As expected, Miss Wen doesn’t lack material conditions; what she wants are actions recommendations.

It’s a very good habit, even if it seems like a good thing, being more prepared never hurts.

”The main building of the Divine Ashes Institute has been around for quite some time, and the smell isn’t very pleasant, so be mentally prepared.”

”Additionally... they don’t like others pointing this out.”

Given how earnestly the other helped, Fu Qian naturally didn’t mind sharing some experiences, and after thinking for a moment, he quickly mentioned.

”...Got it, anything else?”

Although this experience seemed to leave Wen Li a bit puzzled.

”Oh, if you need anything, you can find Professor Lanaya from the Punishment Department, she’s quite a helpful person.”