Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1213 - 1211: Bamboo Insects of the Night Holy City (19)

Chapter 1213: Chapter 1211: Bamboo Insects of the Night Holy City (19)

Truly fits a Superior Being who has been lurking for a thousand years, even managing to grasp secrets of a level such as the Night Watchman.

Lie Wen’s sharing made Fu Qian click his tongue in admiration.

Finding a well-prepared and stable Superior Being as an opponent is indeed not a good idea.

Without giving it much thought, it was the Prism of Radiant Transformation that marked himself and prompted Lie Wen to come knocking.

Having infiltrated with power for so long, achieving this should not be difficult.

And it seems, the trouble it created for himself was perfectly troublesome to the extreme—

Firstly, an Extraordinary Item that acts entirely by the rules can respond instantly.

Secondly, a standard near the Divine Tier ensures it can stop him.

And with authority akin to regulatory decrees, even if he disregards everything and takes risks, he might not find an opportunity; he could almost only outsmart them.

Even with Lie Wen’s relationship with the Night Watchman, clever handling thereafter could likely make the mess very much controllable and minimize impact.

Indeed formidable.

Using the Headcage to make Old Master Henry lose track might have been unexpected, but this instantaneous counter-move is still incredibly precise.

The worst part is, even as a dying man, he still couldn’t extract any information about the Prism of Radiant Transformation from Lie Wen’s lips.

"Think positively, at least you weren’t misled into acting rashly and wasting your effort on removing the cage,"

In the face of the current severe situation, Fu Qian still offered Lie Wen some words of optimistic comfort.

"That’s true, but mainly because you are still polite enough to respect the rules."

Hmm?

Fu Qian had to think for a moment before he understood Lie Wen’s meaning—was it referring to him walking according to architectural design while in a state of Blood Conquest?

Indeed, one must be prudent when alone.

"In any case, it’s good development for us; I can save a lot of trouble, and you are not wrongly accused."

At this moment, Lie Wen spoke with a quite satisfied tone.

This guy’s judgment criteria are indeed strange; where does he see my innocence?

You just looked as if you recognized an old friend; if it were really an Ancient Deity, wouldn’t it be somewhat related to some belief?

Fu Qian lamented in his heart.

"Don’t be surprised, the scope of my duty is very clear, only limited to overseeing names related to those architecture. You certainly are not included,"

Seeming to see through his thoughts, Lie Wen adjusted his left eyeglass, thoughtfully explaining.

His meaning wasn’t hard to understand, targeting only the "New Gods" belief in the central area of the Night Holy City, even if Fu Qian were some resurrected Ancient Evil God, it wouldn’t be his concern.

"Also, I thought you might ask, since the misunderstanding is resolved, why not give you the thing as agreed?"

Hmph!

Dismissing Lie Wen’s words as nonsense, Fu Qian pointed to his own head.

"That’s because my memory is always good. The agreement was to remove the Headcage and answer your question, which is a different concept from resolving a misunderstanding."

"After changing face, you’ve become much more interesting than before!"

Lie Wen, taking the conversation very seriously, even set down the pen in his hand and began clapping.

"So listen carefully now, the last question."

With a contained smile, he did not give Fu Qian any further chances to ask.

"Blue or yellow?"

"Yellow."

Fu Qian’s confusion and answer appeared almost simultaneously.

Time is precious, and there’s really no need to indulge in hesitation over a multiple-choice question without any reference.

"Very well!"

Impressed by Fu Qian’s speed in answering, Lie Wen continuously nodded while quickly jotting down notes, and then pointed outside the window.

"Although there is no obligation, I think I should still inform you."

"From now on until the anomaly disappears, you will shine in a special form amidst the darkness."

"Following your recent choice, I have prepared yellow for you."

As Lie Wen spoke, he indicated a page in his notebook in a no-nonsense tone.

"You are indeed not within my surveillance range, but the agreement also requires me to provide some help when necessary."

"So, I think under this special transformation, it is necessary for them to be aware of your existence."

...

Indeed, choosing yellow was the right decision.

As Lie Wen waved goodbye, Fu Qian looked down at himself.

He was now quietly draped in a long robe over his original clothes.

It looked quite heavy, yet it felt almost weightless.

His body was tightly wrapped, even covering most of his face.

But this did not mean being inconspicuous.

Not to mention the purely vivid yellow, Fu Qian could clearly perceive the extravagance of this extraordinary item, which was also extremely bizarre.

Lie Wen’s words were conservative; the level of attention it attracted was comparable to the only color in a black-and-white film.

In the current situation, this was truly asking for trouble.

Lie Wen’s last gift made Fu Qian let out a deep sigh.

Although it momentarily seemed calm outside, he would not be optimistic enough to believe that the Night Watchman would not notice the anomaly; secret investigations were probably already underway.

This was assuming that Old Master Henry continued to not expose people.

Soon, he would become the most eye-catching figure in the Night Holy City.

Even wanting to be inconspicuous was impossible, as the robe was clearly added to him by Lie Wen through the "rules". Fu Qian had already tried, even pulling down the mask would immediately restore itself.

The only two slight reassurances were, one, the overly flamboyant yellow robe seemed to take over the attention, making everything else in his perception blurry, which indirectly helped hide his identity.

Two, the yellow indeed looked quite nice; his choice was correct.

...

During his sigh, Lie Wen had quietly disappeared, and without wasting any time, Fu Qian held a segment of a finger bone left in place in his hand.

Without even trying to crush it, a mouth sprouted directly from his palm, swallowing it down.

If he was going to do it, he might as well do it thoroughly. Originally just remnants made, it was better to completely annihilate it, while also checking if there was any hidden divinity—there wasn’t.

As the finger bone went down, completely dispersing into invisibility, he didn’t discern any gain.

Of course, this seemed not so important; a more severe problem was that no mission prompts appeared either.

Lucky Midas did not seem to lose the possibility of becoming real due to the destruction of the finger bone.

Was the target mistaken? Was the finger bone not the key?

Fu Qian looked up at the sky; the peculiar brilliance was almost indiscernible.

Or could it be ... after Lie Wen prevented him for a while, the permeation level of Prism of Radiant Transformation no longer needed to worry about him completing the mission and freeing himself?

One piece of evidence was that, as Lie Wen disappeared, the concealment he had been maintaining also vanished with him.

However, as he sat there, apart from the strange looks from other patrons, no new trouble had found him—wait, that’s not entirely true.

The next moment, a sharp Curved Sword sliced through his legs, treating the nearby window and wall as if they were nothing.