Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2721: Chapter 2716: The Real Target

The pass, or what’s called the Seed of Ecstasy.

Whatever you call it, it’s the same thing, like dropping a Condensation Core into the Soul Fog.

From that moment on, all cognition, wisdom, morality... all concepts related to humanity will exist for only one purpose: to turn into nourishment that feeds and fattens pleasure.

I’d already seen how terrifying this thing was back in the Academy, and in the many encounters afterward, I even learned about how well it hides.

All in all, as one of Lord of Father’s Amnion’s signature tricks, Fu Qian still has a deep impression of this thing.

So much so that, after piecing together all kinds of clues along the way and realizing Mr. Ji Sr. was carrying out some strange operation, this was the first thing that came to mind.

Mainly because, in one respect, the sense of déjà vu was really strong.

Watching all the way up to now, you can see that although it’s the sacred day of the wedding, every last inch of this Em House Palace, practically even the air, is saturated with damp lust.

The groom collapsing and not getting back up, a third party stepping in to impersonate him—let’s not even bother with that classic plotline.

Once you put yourself into it, even the behavior of that strange man and woman in the little room suddenly seems to have an explanation.

That state of going all out on their performance with no audience, still going back and forth in their roles, reveling in it, something you could only describe as a bit deranged...

There’s even Mr. He Sai’s special display.

”What the hell are you?”—that line from back then that would’ve scared anyone with a smaller nerve—could it also have been aimed at something of this sort?

For a Second Phase and above player to sense a Seed of Ecstasy, or even attempt self-purification, that’s not strange at all.

That clump he pulled out wasn’t really a Hidden Pearl Embryo, but a concrete manifestation of the purification process.

Put like that, this whole side of things suddenly becomes reasonable.

A dignified High Tier Transcendent, clearly cold by nature, yet uniquely, extremely vigilant about matters like this—how could he possibly allow a foreign object in his body to grow that big before noticing?

If the foreign object itself is formless, traceless, supremely good at hiding itself, the explanation becomes much more reasonable.

Though that in turn raises a new problem—he not only cuts it out at light speed, but is back to calm in the blink of an eye.

It seems to suggest that Mr. Jose isn’t just vigilant—he’s almost used to it.

He knew long ago this thing would contaminate him? He’s even done something similar more than once?

If that’s really the case, then the solution Mr. Ji Sr. has chosen becomes even more interesting.

Though he’s taken on the form of Don Juan, the one he’s targeting actually isn’t the groom, but the groom’s father?

That seems reasonable too. Maybe the seniors’ missions weren’t as high-intensity, but Fu Qian can almost be certain: this mission is a major affair.

Don’t forget the warehouse’s attitude toward Lord of Father’s Amnion; just from the jobs I’ve personally handled, the stance is practically ”exterminate to the last trace.”

And yet right in the prime of spring and autumn, they actually allow the Administrator to plant related filth onto the female guests?

Judging by the standards I’ve observed, that one move alone should be enough to merit extreme punishment.

Not to mention it really did lead to even worse consequences, like those tragedies that appeared after the bloodstained wedding.

The few explanations Fu Qian can accept are that, in the warehouse’s eyes, these costs were worth it.

What needed to be resolved outweighed these things by far.

And theoretically speaking, the one in Em House Palace at this moment with the greatest weight is without doubt the ”Divine” Jose in the prime of his years.

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Looks like a bit of a thread has finally been teased out.

Outside the cabinet is coquettish springtime; inside the cabinet, nothing but solemn academic atmosphere.

Combining some earlier findings, that moment Fu Qian swiftly analyzed the causes behind a certain historical case, and felt there’d been some small gain.

Though according to the materials Chief Yuan provided, not long after the bloodstained wedding, the one who suddenly died was still the groom, Don Juan.

As for his father—there’s a reason he’s described as in the prime of his years. It seems he remained active for quite a long stretch afterward.

But as things look at present, for Don Juan himself to serve as the center of this vortex, he’s somewhat lacking.

Even if Mr. Ji Sr. wanted to deal with him, he might not need something this elaborate.

Adding in Mr. Jose’s special performance, things are starting to fall into place.

The only pity is, as for Don Juan’s newlywed wife, her subsequent experiences appear to have been deliberately obscured; there’s very little content.

Otherwise she could help us understand what those two candles in the Darkness underground were meant to represent.

She’s a character whose relationship with Lord of Father’s Amnion is just as close; actions like that could hardly be called anything but suspicious.

All in all, the harvest has been rich.

Even the question of why Mr. Ji Sr. is allowing someone in the cabinet to peep seems to have acquired a partial explanation.

Maybe the young lady outside is one of the carefully chosen primary targets—but clearly his appetite is big, and his targets far more than just one person.

As for all these words being heard, how is he supposed to bluff his way through later?

Very simple: if these words really reached their ears, how many people could still hold themselves back and hide in the cabinet like that lady outside, instead of bursting out?

Ever since earlier, Fu Qian’s had doubts about this body’s stability; yet after hearing all this, not only is the breathing steady, even the hands aren’t shaking?

One fairly simple explanation is that the old man has activated a queuing mechanism, using Transcendent methods to pin people here.

As an audience member, I might be able to borrow the eyes to see, the ears to hear at this moment.

But the Actor himself may really be nothing more than a camera rig, unable to receive any information.

Of course, it’s also possible that to enhance the effect, the old man deliberately exposes people to a bit of content up front to provoke their emotions, then later finds a way to smooth things over—so that emotional ripple in the soul is even more resplendent in the back-and-forth.

All I can say is that Em House Palace today is really putting on quite a show.

Let’s hope the director is perceptive enough to let me keep savoring even more exciting shots—oh?

At a certain moment Fu Qian felt the director truly wasn’t ordinary, actually understanding that the more exciting shots I meant weren’t the ones outside.

In an instant the springtime filling the room dissipates, and the picture has flowed on again.

Ding—

And a soft, melodic chime of a Bell.

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This really does feel like a grand occasion, huh?

The sound waves are still lingering by the ear when Fu Qian, taking in the scene before his eyes, can’t help but let out a sigh of admiration.

The Bell that made the sound is not far away, held in the hand of a woman wearing a pale violet pleated long dress.

A face he doesn’t recognize, and likewise very young.

A specially styled headpiece, seemingly marking her as a role similar to a Priest.

The reason he thinks so is that Fu Qian can feel that at this moment, this No. 6 camera rig also has something similar on its head, and is standing right beside her.

But those aren’t the main point. The main point is that within the field of view, with just a glance, there are quite a few familiar faces—

Mr. Jose, the young stepmother, Don Juan with his cloak on, Princess Consort Xing still as dignified and composed as ever...

And the latter two are even standing face to face, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.