Eldritch Horror Theatre

To think this little cruise ship would be so surprisingly lively!

To Fu Qian’s senses, that observer was at least at the Mid Tier.

Coupled with two demigods, the lineup on this ship could be considered luxurious.

Although it was unlikely for a transcendent to take a cruise vacation for no reason, Fu Qian always respected others’ privacy unless necessary. He didn’t really care what this person was planning.

However, this individual was clearly paying close attention to their surroundings, looking overtly guilty.

Of course, when it came to Fu Qian and his companion, this person’s focus was mostly on Su Gao.

For one, Fu Qian was currently wearing the Emissary Mask. Given the massive gap in their ranks, he looked like a completely ordinary person to the observer.

For another, Su Gao’s aura was simply extraordinary. It was hard not to notice her.

However, having taken Fu Qian’s advice, Su Gao chose to ignore the stares.

After she went to rest, Fu Qian sunbathed alone on the balcony for a while before returning indoors.Stepping into the bathroom, Fu Qian examined himself in the mirror.

The Decree of Return dispelled not only the recorded locations but even his appearance as Fang Xun.

As a result, to maintain a consistent image, he had to manually mold his own face.

Of course, this also brought an advantage: if his face started looking strange, it meant the dispelling effect had significantly weakened, and he would need to recast the Decree of Return for a little longer.

After verifying that his appearance was fine, Fu Qian directly took off his mask.

The moment he returned to the Warehouse, Fu Qian first glanced at the Emissary in his hand. After confirming that the bloodstains on it were negligible, he set it aside and picked up the Abyss Notes.

[Blood Clan Progenitor Annalise has completely fallen.]

Flipping all the way to the last page, Fu Qian looked at Serana’s notes written there and sighed in reflection.

Annalise had completely fallen, so who was that ”Mother” symbolized by the moon?

Even though her voice had been incredibly sweet when calling out to him, that entity’s bizarre appearance was far more memorable by comparison.

The reason he set off for Ye Island this time was partly to investigate information regarding the Origin Council, and simultaneously to conclude the Jiali 9527 project while he was at it.

On the other hand, he also wanted to see if the Red Moon would make any new moves now that he had changed locations.

As things stood, ”she” had clearly already found him, establishing some kind of connection.

But that was all. At least so far, no strange changes had occurred to him.

According to her, it just wasn’t the right time yet.

That statement left a lot to the imagination, and Fu Qian never liked being passive.

The reason he wanted to bait the Red Moon into taking more action was simple—more connections meant more opportunities to rely on the notes to make judgments.

In short, reading leads to progress.

During this trip to Ye Island, he had to make good use of the diary for self-reflection.

With this in mind, Fu Qian closed the Abyss Notes, took it in hand, and put on the mask.

...

”Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

At dusk, inside the exclusive restaurant for luxury suites, Fu Qian had barely sat down when someone greeted him in a soft, sweet voice.

”No, feel free.”

Fu Qian replied casually without even looking up.

Young people these days really lack patience.

Although it was his first time hearing this voice, Fu Qian was absolutely certain this was the person who had been secretly watching him and Su Gao earlier.

As an open-minded employer, Fu Qian advocated fully respecting his employee’s freedom to vacation, so he hadn’t dragged Su Gao along when he came out.

As it turned out, this person was indeed quite fixated on the two of them, eagerly rushing up to test the waters the moment he stepped out.

”Thank you.”

The woman thanked him politely and sat down directly across from him.

”Are you reading? You look so focused.”

However, after waiting a few seconds without receiving any further attention, the hopeful conversationalist finally couldn’t help but lean in and look at what was in Fu Qian’s hands.

[Reael didn’t actually have feelings for me...]

However, the next moment, the contents on the yellowed paper left her staring in a daze.

”Just a diary.”

Fu Qian finally closed the notes and looked up to examine this Mid-Tier Transcendent.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with smooth black hair, delicate features, and a rather youthful, beautiful outfit.

”Ah!”

Hearing Fu Qian confirm it was a diary, the young woman covered her red lips and let out an apologetic gasp.

”I really didn’t mean to peek.”

”It’s fine.”

Fu Qian didn’t mind in the slightest.

”I’m peeking too. It’s someone else’s diary.”

...

This answer was clearly unexpected. The young woman was left momentarily speechless. A few seconds later, she mustered a smile and gracefully introduced herself.

”I am Jia Keke. How should I address you?”

”Fang Xun.”

Fu Qian answered with resounding clarity.

”So it’s Mister Fang. A pleasure to meet you!”

Jia Keke giggled.

”By the way, it’s rare to see a young man like you around here.”

That was true. Fu Qian nodded in deep agreement.

”Most young people still find this sluggish way of traveling hard to accept.”

”Then why did you choose this method of travel?”

Jia Keke naturally seized the opening to ask.

”Isn’t that simple? Because I’m not the majority!”

Fu Qian wore a surprised expression, as if wondering how she hadn’t figured that out.

...

Jia Keke couldn’t help but grit her teeth, having never found conversing with someone so excruciating.

However, her composure was exceptional. After taking a deep breath, she plastered her social smile back on.

”Meeting is fate. To show my apologies, let me buy you a drink, Mister Fang!”

This borrowed generosity lacked any sincerity—the drinks were obviously already included in the room fee.

As he roasted her internally, Jia Keke had already hailed a waiter, grabbed two glasses of wine, and handed one over.

”Red wine?”

Fu Qian gave it a glance but didn’t reach out to take it.

Right before his eyes, the transparent wine glass was dissolving into fine grains of sand, tumbling onto the table.

Yet miraculously, the liquid inside didn’t spill at all, as if Jia Keke were cradling an invisible glass.

Seeing how thoroughly uncooperative he was, had she decided to stop hiding her identity as a transcendent and show off a little to intimidate him?

”Sorry, I don’t drink red wine unless it’s mixed with cola.”

Fu Qian shook his head, his expression unchanging.

...

Staring blankly at Fu Qian, Jia Keke didn’t actually go find cola to mix into it. Instead, she stood up and left.

No matter how optimistic and confident she was, it was obvious by now that this guy in front of her was doing it on purpose.

Were young people these days really this awful?

[Jia Keke is over 50 years old.]

Watching Ms. Jia leave in a huff, Fu Qian thought for a moment, opened the notes, and casually scribbled down a line.

Opening the diary just now had, of course, been deliberately meant for her to see.

As it turned out, a few seconds later, the line of text remained as clear as ever.

I knew it!

A Mid Tier in her early twenties? Where would there be so many youthful geniuses!

Witnessing this, Fu Qian scoffed.

As it turned out, older people these days didn’t have much patience either.