Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Indeed, the best place to gather intelligence always lies with one’s competitors.

Under strict surveillance, Fu Qian was escorted all the way to the outskirts of the Night Watchmen Base.

Valuing swift action, Fu Qian didn’t waste any time. As soon as the Night Watchman girl left, he quickly hailed a car.

“You want to go to Houhai Manor?”

However, when the driver heard the address, his expression turned somewhat strange, sizing him up and down.

“Is there a problem?”

...The driver’s reaction was a bit puzzling. Fu Qian’s biggest concern was that this place might be some secret code name, which would complicate things.

“No problem really, but not many people take cabs there.”

About an hour later, Fu Qian got out early some distance from his destination.

From this spot, he could already see the majestic buildings connected in succession in the distance.

This Houhai Manor turned out to be a genuine luxury estate, its size perhaps several times greater than even Xi Yuan’s Huang Family ancestral home.

No wonder the driver was surprised.

Those who frequented such places were likely to be famous and distinguished people, who would eat humble pie rather than take a taxi even in dire straits.

Young people these days, too proud to admit hardship!

Seeing Fu Qian get out of the car so far from his destination, the driver took the banknotes Fu Qian fumbled out of his pocket, all the while sighing and shaking his head.

Unconcerned with the driver’s misunderstanding, Fu Qian didn’t rush towards the manor after getting out. Instead, he waited patiently on the side.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, a roaring sound emerged, and an ostentatious luxury sports car came zooming towards the direction of the manor.

Snap!

Fu Qian kicked and broke a tree, which unhesitatingly fell into the middle of the road.

The sharp screeching of brakes echoed far and wide as the car rushed madly towards the tree, finally stopping just a few meters away.

“This mountain I open, this tree I plant…”

“Seeking death.”

The driver inside the car didn’t give Fu Qian a chance to finish his line.

Almost before coming to a complete stop, the car door swung open, and a white figure rushed out.

The sound of raging wind began, and without any hesitation, the figure threw a punch at Fu Qian.

He was indeed a Transcendent, and one with a hot temper at that.

Watching the opponent swoop in like a white bird, aiming straight for the vitals,

Fu Qian felt a wave of emotion.

So overbearing!

Standing still, Fu Qian let the other rush up to him.

The next moment, raising his left hand, he struck out faster than the eye could follow, landing a slap directly on the opponent’s face.

Faced with this deeply powerful slap, the figure could only show a half-formed expression of terror before being sent flying backward, unconscious before even hitting the ground.

Fu Qian quickly followed, catching the man by the neck before he landed and hoisting him up in the air.

Good, his clothes were still clean.

Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction.

Half a minute later, while furrowing his brows, Fu Qian changed into the head-to-toe white outfit and found a place to tie up the unconscious figure.

He had been quite heavy-handed just now, and the Transcendent would likely not regain consciousness any time soon.

Still, to avoid any interference with the mission, an extra precaution was necessary.

Of course, considering that the Transcendent was now dressed only in underwear, even if they woke up, they would probably not continue to the intended destination.

After wrapping things up, Fu Qian lifted the fallen tree and tossed it aside, then drove away in the car with an air of nonchalance.

After driving for a while, Fu Qian slowed down the car and began to rapidly alter his facial features in the rearview mirror.

This process was far from easy.

After putting on the mask, the difficulty of changing faces had increased by more than tenfold.

Fortunately, the mask was tightly fitted to the skin, and it would still change with the adjustment of the muscles no matter what.

Although the transformation wasn’t as natural as before, which could result in the face of an ancient god if he wasn’t careful.

But no matter, take it slow, having a response was all that mattered.

It took nearly ten minutes, but Fu Qian finally adjusted his new face, ensuring at least an eighty to ninety percent resemblance to the original owner.

The only problem was that the original owner’s face was clearly powdered, a true epitome of pomade and face powder.

Fu Qian found this unacceptable, so he gave up on that final touch.

After resolving this issue, Fu Qian picked up an invitation from beside him.

“Mr. Cha Yingjun…”

This name… Fu Qian frowned for a moment as he read it.

But having put so much effort into the disguise, he wasn’t going to be picky.

Come on, let’s enjoy it!

Fu Qian drove all the way to the front plaza of the manor, which was already thronged with luxury cars and bustling with excitement.

According to the content on the invitation, tonight’s banquet almost gathered all the celebrities of Shangjing, with each attendee being a member of the high society, or at least a young Transcendent like Cha Yingjun.

Upon getting out of the car, a valet came over to park it.

Everything seemed peacefully ordinary.

A few minutes later, Fu Qian stood in the banquet hall, observing every move around him.

He didn’t have much information from Yuan Shan, only knowing this place was a suspected hiding spot; everything else was unknown.

For now, he could only watch and wait. If anything did happen, he needed to ensure that whoever was stealing wouldn’t fall into their hands.

In fact, as the banquet began, Fu Qian had already noticed suspected Night Watchmen entering, searching intensely for their target.

This place was indeed under surveillance.

However, it seemed Yuan Shan had already notified the host.

The owner of Houhai Manor, amidst the fawning crowd, didn’t show any displeasure.

Luckily, he had changed his appearance, and from the treatment he had received so far, the man he was impersonating was also a new face.

Up to this point, almost no one had come up to greet him; most people just gave him scrutinizing looks.

The ladies, however, glanced over more, though their eyes mostly roamed around his figure.

Brother Cha Yingjun must have been new to the social scene, hence the elaborate dress-up to expand his network.

In contrast to his muscle-obsessed colleagues back home, this one was undoubtedly more savvy in the ways of networking.

Wait a second, why does that person look familiar?

After another lady’s gaze swept past him, Fu Qian suddenly felt something was off.

Raising his head, the person passing by him now, had features strikingly familiar.

Wen Li?

Fu Qian was taken aback.

He had a deep impression of this “glass-like” person he needed to protect.

How come this lady of fortune was here?

It seemed she was being treated the same as him at the banquet, both on the outskirts. She looked like a newcomer.

Perhaps due to her attractive appearance, she received a bit more attention.

Recalling the last mission, she was assuredly a Sixth Phase Transcendent.

Luckily, his disguise was still perfect, and she clearly hadn’t recognized him, as her gaze swept over him without any particular reaction.

As Fu Qian pondered, he suddenly detected an extremely subtle chirping sound.

Could this be…

Immediately realizing what it was, Fu Qian kicked Wen Li in front of him, sending her flying.