Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1430 - 1428: Gift at Fingertips

Chapter 1430: Chapter 1428: Gift at Fingertips

"Come a little closer."

Inside the small shop, the might of a Second Phase Transcendent shook the scene.

The manifestation was evident as Fu Qian’s expression turned grave, and the Demigod Selana of the Bloodline Clan stepped forward without any objection, presenting the insignia in her palm directly before him.

A dignified demigod couldn’t possibly have their vision affected by this minor distance.

But that was precisely why Selana was willing to cooperate—judging by the other party’s reaction, it seemed this endeavor wouldn’t be in vain.

"Did Tyler tell you he saw this in a dream?"

However, Fu Qian clearly paid no mind to her slightly excited posture, his gaze never leaving the insignia from beginning to end.

"Yes, and the process was quite detailed, seen on the face of Grand Fate Ming Emperor played by Jiang En."

Rarely seeing the posture of the other party, Selana responded almost instantly, her tone firm.

"Grand Fate Ming Emperor performed by Jiang En..."

As the Chief Poison Master under Chief Yuan, Fu Qian clearly disdained feigning ignorance of these names, coldly repeating them without raising his head.

"How much do you believe it?"

"One hundred percent."

Selana displayed a hidden aura of utmost confidence.

"Although foolish, that fellow Tyler wouldn’t lie about something like this."

"Very well, I trust your judgment, hence..."

With a slight nod, the next moment Fu Qian actually reached out his hand, his index finger gradually nearing the insignia, and finally pressing on it.

Naturally, there was no reaction; the insignia itself clearly didn’t contain any special power, or else Selana wouldn’t dare manifest it so casually on her body.

"I’ve seen it."

But now there was a reaction, as Fu Qian’s last sentence led Selana’s gaze to turn sharp in an instant.

...

"Where have you seen it?"

Despite the actions being somewhat peculiar, Selana forced herself to ignore them, captured by the other party’s momentum and focusing on the key point.

There are too many places...

Facing her question, Fu Qian pondered silently.

The insignia was certainly genuine and absolutely authentic.

It seemed Brother Tyler was indeed striving hard to recreate it.

Regarding the purpose of this performance—

"However, you might be mistaken. This isn’t an insignia of the Abandonment King; though it’s not entirely certain, it likely belongs to an entity akin to the Death Overlord."

"Oh? So exactly where did you see it?"

This secret clearly piqued Selana’s interest further, prompting her to delve into the details.

"A swarm of carrion-eating insects, which fled from Shangjing not long ago."

Fu Qian sneered coldly.

"Had I known it was so interesting, I would have paid more attention and perhaps captured a few."

Recently escaped...

"The group that framed Gulad?"

Selana, quick-witted, was astounded within seconds.

"You were also part of that investigation? I wondered why it concluded so smoothly!"

"Heh... Just offering some verbal guidance is all."

Recalling the experience of encouraging Chief Yuan to place all the blame on the Greedy Worms, Fu Qian finally withdrew his finger from Selana’s palm, turning to stroke his non-existent beard.

Accompanied by a nonchalant tone, he projected an image of strategic mastery, lacking only a feather fan to complete the picture.

"On those people, I did indeed see similar marks and heard notions of a boundary of death, but I hadn’t noticed any transcendental fluctuation, so I didn’t pay much mind."

"In retrospect, it seems these petty schemers are backed by an extraordinary existence."

"So... did that fellow indeed have a meaningful dream?"

Given her past experiences, Selana clearly dared not easily trust Demigod Fu’s words... nor could she afford to underestimate them.

"It appears those insects have quite an interest in your family’s young talent."

Fu Qian slightly nodded, agreeing with her statement.

"Tyler was likely induced to contact certain things, hence why he witnessed such content in his dream."

"But no need to worry—the issues related to this were resolved long ago, and there are no earth-shattering conspiracies cloaking Shangjing."

...

The analysis from a professional advisor sounded indeed logical and well-grounded.

Selana briefly lowered her eyes, absorbing the insights gained today.

"So... why did you refer to them as carrion-eating insects?"

When she spoke again, her thoughts, seemingly clarified, surprisingly began to focus on the details mentioned earlier.

"From the situation at the time, that group seemed to be roving offenders, targeting and enticing prey, finally drawing people into their fold."

Recalling that intriguing auction, Fu Qian spoke eloquently.

"As for why I described them that way, having briefly interacted with them, the impression they left was lifeless, showing no sign of further progress on the transcendent path."

"Such a group enticing a talented young individual could perhaps be pursuing some technique of harvesting energies?"

Though the wording was bizarre, the meaning was not hard to understand.

Admittedly, the scenario painted an unwelcome, sordid picture, yet the logic held a certain degree of coherence.

"But it seems the Night Watchman let them escape."

Unable to find fault with Fu Qian’s logic, Selana Demigod promptly shifted to questioning accountability.

"A case long cleared of framed innocence coupled with discerning vigilance terminating the crime—aren’t you too difficult to satisfy?"

Fu Qian’s face bore a look suitable for addressing obstinate civilians.

"Wherever Brother Tyler adopts their form before capturing foes, wouldn’t that count as performing diligently?"

...

"Indeed... Rest assured, I will help keep this secret."

In the domain of forceful logic, Fu Qian rarely had opponents.

After a brief consideration, Selana finally refrained from questioning further.

"Today’s discussion will be known solely by me and Grantham on Gulad’s side."

"Additionally, concerning the pursuit of that group, does Mr. Fang have any further advice?"

Regardless of the motives, it was apparent she wasn’t prepared to let this matter slide easily.

"A group of Middle Tier Transcendents wholeheartedly hidden may demand some effort to find, but I’ve got an intriguing premonition..."

Fu Qian pointed at the insignia in Selana’s palm, which was gradually fading away.

"Since this thing has approached your people in dreams, then chances are those insects will likewise come looking."

"Might even consider engraving it on the body to increase the probability."

"... Let’s skip that, though it is indeed an unusual perspective."

Instantly rejecting Fu Qian’s tattoo suggestion, Selana’s thoughtful expression indicated she wasn’t entirely dismissive of the conjecture.

Unbeknownst to her, essentially, this was not merely a conjecture.

Fu Qian lowered his head to gaze at his index finger.

Just earlier, the scene where a great presence conferred the insignia to a Divine Being had already been reversed and conveyed through the call of the Greedy Worms.