Facing an Ancient God for a Year

“What are we to do? Even the Night Watchman must not bully others too far! They desperately try to sully our reputation!”

Watching the three people leave and finally catching his breath, Huang Jianyuan couldn’t help but lower his voice and growl.

“Father, you really should say something!”

It’s obvious that having grown so large, Huang Jianyuan has never been subject to such an indignity, thus his psychological resilience was perilously unstable.

“What to do…”

Huang Leji, with a similarly ashen face, finally spoke after a long silence.

“Everyone out, dig three feet into the ground if you have to, until you find that murderer.

...If the Night Watchman wants proof, we’ll give them proof!”

It was almost like biting into flesh as he finished the sentence, Huang Leji gestured with his hand, and a shadow flashed out.

“Keep a close watch on him…”

He was pointing at the back of Fu Qian.

“He may not belong to the Night Watchman… but our Huang Family won’t be extorted by just anyone.”

…

“This truly is a remarkable place blessed with outstanding people!”

As he left the Huang Family Estate, Fu Qian looked back at the gigantic mountain peak under the setting sun and let out a sigh of admiration.

Captain Qiao offered a tight-lipped smile; the shock from earlier was too much, and at this moment, he couldn’t even muster an awkward smile.

Fu Qian gave him a look — the fact that it was Huang Jianyuan and not his father who had come out to greet them implied that the informant of the Huang Family had not entirely divulged the situation here, which showed some restraint.

The situation in Xi Yuan City must be such that the upper echelon of the Night Watchman had an unspoken agreement with the Huang Family. The deployment of someone like Captain Qiao to guard this place evidenced this point.

The accusation was, of course, a concoction of his own, but regardless of whether the Huang Family was wronged today, he couldn’t afford to waste time bickering with them; he needed to get them moving.

Before him lay not just a sadistic maniac, but also a potential disaster waiting to strike.

As entities that thrived on the blood and flesh of others, these families bore their own responsibilities that couldn’t be absolved with mere claims of innocence.

It must be said, Su Gao was a smart man; even without prior coordination, the moment he spoke up, he immediately took a firm stance, sparing Fu Qian a lot of trouble.

As for whether the Huang Family would act in desperation?

Fu Qian had no concerns whatsoever.

According to the information he had gathered before, while these aristocratic clans possessed formidable strength, they were absolutely no match for the top Transcendent organization.

In fact, Fu Qian wondered how such an organization could have been established in the first place, as it seemingly contradicted all sociological principles.

The Huang Family could have a hundred times the courage, and still, Fu Qian wouldn’t believe they’d dare to cross the Night Watchman.

Prior agreements between the Night Watchman and them likely existed, but that was merely out of respect for a local power, allowing them a bit more leeway.

But that might not be the case with him.

Before even leaving the Huang Family Estate, Fu Qian had noticed a different kind of attentive gaze and was sure he had been followed.

Ah! The informal title of a consultant expert really doesn’t command respect, huh!

…

By the time the three of them returned to the Night Watchmen Base, it was already dark.

Neither Lu Jun nor his companion had returned; they were probably working overtime outside.

The people from the Huang Family were likely in the same boat.

As the mastermind behind it all, Fu Qian stretched leisurely.

He had done what needed to be done; now it was time to wait and see.

Although the base wasn’t large, it still had guest rooms for transitory personnel. After settling into his room, arranged by Captain Qiao, Fu Qian found the accommodations surprisingly good.

The room size was unreasonably large, and it was fully equipped with all sorts of facilities.

Even the walls were made of a special material, offering a safety factor off the charts; and if he wasn’t mistaken, even the curtains seemed to have a noticeable sensory isolation effect.

As long as he pulled the curtains, no one from the outside would have a clue about the slightest movement inside.

Really sly, er—I mean, opulently ostentatious!

With such a domineering organization, should I consider joining them for a position?

Fu Qian thought to himself as he drew the curtains closed.

I wonder if that tail who’s been following me home is getting anxious?

That very night, Fu Qian found out the answer.

Waking up from his sleep, although he didn’t turn on the light, he was quite certain something had slipped into his room.

Sleeping had almost become a leisure activity for him, as he could now go days without sleep without any impact.

But years of habit had given him a special fondness for his bed.

This thing didn’t seem to be a living creature.

Fu Qian clearly sensed a pitch-black bug creeping in along the corner of the wall.

It was indeed shaped like a bug, but its body seemed to be made of formless smoke.

Most likely, it was a special tactic of some Transcendent, created for the purpose of scouting.

It seemed the person outside was truly impatient, daring to make a move within the Night Watchmen Base.

The little bug crawled on the floor for a bit before it stopped, as though it was confirming whether he was in the room.

Fu Qian held his breath and stilled his beating heart almost to a halt.

Ever since he had activated the Feast, such feats had become effortless for him.

As expected, the little bug seemed to hesitate, unsure whether to move closer to check.

After a short pause, the little bug finally began to move, inching closer towards the bed.

Fu Qian had wanted to play with it a little longer, but the next moment, there was a slicing sound.

A sharp blade of light penetrated the wall directly, cutting through the small bug with precision.

The little bug was cleaved in two and then dissipated into a wisp of smoke.

He could sense the consciousness connected to it shudder, and then swiftly retreat.

Fu Qian sat up in bed, and then there was a knock at the door.

He got up to open it and found Su Gao standing outside.

“Mr. Fu, someone has been surveilling you,” said Su Gao with utmost respect.

“Do you want me to take care of it?”

This was too much respect, wasn’t it? To check with him before deciding whether to deal with the threat.

It seemed that if he said the word, Su Gao was ready to eliminate the voyeur on the spot.

“There’s no need, they might still be of use.”

Fu Qian blinked. Today at the Huang Family, he wasn’t being arrogant without reason.

The owner of the small bug, I’ve memorized your aura.

Hearing Fu Qian’s words, Su Gao nodded and left silently without asking what he intended to use them for.

Fu Qian closed the door and looked at the long gash in the wall.

Su Gao indeed lived in the room next door.

He could sense that she had returned to her room, still not sleeping, standing stiff next to the window, motionless.

For an instant, she seemed to have no sign of life, turning into an actual puppet. Her condition is indeed quite special!

The hole in the wall obviously couldn’t escape the notice of Captain Qiao and the others. The next day when Fu Qian saw them again, although they looked serious with penetrating gazes, the occasional flicker in their eyes gave Fu Qian the feeling that they were burning with curiosity, probably spending half the time guessing about his relationship with Su Gao.

Before he could say anything, Captain Qiao received a message and stepped outside. Then, he came back with a strange expression on his face.

“The patriarch of the Huang Family would like to visit, saying he has information to discuss with us.”