Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Let Me Perform a Magic Trick for You_1 Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Let Me Perform a Magic Trick for You_1 “Sorry, I can only come out for a short while.”

In the bookstore, Fu Qian was sitting in a rocking chair, flipping through a gossip magazine when Wen Li’s voice sounded from the front.

As Fu Qian looked up, the speaker was looking over with a face full of apology.

“My father and the others were a bit emotional, I tried my best to calm them down before coming out, and I can’t stay for too long.”

“Are you sure there’s no problem?”

Fu Qian blinked.

“Um… It’s all right.”

Wen Li smiled somewhat sheepishly and pointed at herself.

“On one hand, I tried to calm them down, on the other hand, considering your actions, they were a bit worried about my reaction, even taking the time to comfort me.”

“It’s only human – after all, in their eyes, I should be furious by now, vowing to avenge this great humiliation, like having your store burned down or something.”

“Surely they can’t be so clueless.”

Wen Li smiled charmingly.

“After causing you such a hassle, even if that were said, I wouldn’t have the grounds to complain.”

“So it really is quite serious then? Can you confirm where the problem lies?”

While speaking, this individual naturally took a seat in front of Fu Qian, her expression growing solemn.

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re not a petty person, so you must want to see my father’s reaction to the stress, right? Considering you’ve tested more than once, I have a bit of a bad feeling.”

“Of course, if you tell me they’re just suffering from anxiety and I’m overthinking it, that would naturally be better.”

Wen Li earnestly shared her thoughts.

She still knows where things stand, huh!

Fu Qian nodded, looking at the earnest-faced Wen Li.

Asking for help should come with the awareness of needing help, a concept easy to say yet one that many people lack awareness of.

“Not yet, take this.”

In the next moment, Fu Qian tossed over the Gulad Family’s treasured artifact.

“What is this?”

Wen Li carefully examined the notebook before her without hastily touching it.

This one certainly adheres well to the principle of not being rash.

Fu Qian was not surprised by this; in the time they had interacted, he knew well that Miss Wen was always cautious.

“The Abyssal Chronicle, it’s essentially a diary.”

Fu Qian then casually tossed over a pen.

“The special thing about it is that when you write down what you believe, if any part is inconsistent with the facts, the content will automatically disappear.”

“It’s that magical… You want me to write down my recent experiences to see what’s incorrect?”

Wen Li’s comprehension was undoubtedly sharp, instantly grasping the key point.

“That’s a good idea!”

“So time is precious, you can start now.”

Fu Qian briefly explained the recording rules and pointed at the notebook.

“If you’re still not sure, you can refer to the writing techniques in the front.”

“Alright!”

Wen Li nodded repeatedly and immediately flipped to the beginning to find a sample.

However, as she flipped, her movements noticeably slowed down.

“Gulad… Is it that Gulad?”

In the next moment, she looked up with an incredulous gaze at Fu Qian.

“Yes.”

Fu Qian perfectly understood what she was referring to.

“This notebook… must be a very precious Transcendent item, right?”

Wen Li clearly realized something.

“Without even considering its truth-testing effect, the content alone must be a closely guarded secret of the Gulad Family; how did it end up in your hands…”

“Bought it.”

Fu Qian’s explanation was remarkably succinct.

“Anyway, it’s now stock for the bookstore, you can write freely.”

“Okay… Of course.”

While unable to imagine what kind of price would compel the Gulad family to sell such a treasured artifact, considering her own time crunch, Wen Li didn’t ask further and immediately picked up the pen to ponder.

Soon, the sound of brisk writing echoed through the bookstore.

“How could this happen!”

However, within a few minutes, Wen Li held her pen in a daze.

Several seconds later, the disbelieving writer sketched a few more strokes and then paused again, stunned.

“What way?”

Fu Qian put down the leisure book in his hand and glanced at the notebook.

The handwriting was quite delicate, and the content was not very much. At a glance, it simply depicted the experience of going home.

Moreover, it was evident that the writing was heavily influenced by the predecessors, hardly introducing anyone else.

And at that moment, under the tip of the pen, there was a striking blank space.

“Write it again.”

Uh-huh.

Hearing Fu Qian say this, Wen Li voiced her agreement and immediately bowed her head to rewrite it earnestly, her expression reflecting utmost care with each word and phrase.

[Wen Li, with no current thoughts of marriage, falsely claimed to have someone she fancied.]

Under the watchful eyes of both, the sentence, as if eroded by the void, disappeared for the third time in the blink of an eye.

“No problem, it means the sentence is false.”

In Wen Li’s inquiring gaze, Fu Qian nodded, offering a firm interpretation of the phenomenon.

“False…”

Wen Li murmured subconsciously to herself, then blushed red as she realized something.

“I didn’t… I don’t have…”

“Don’t be nervous.”

Without paying attention to Wen Li’s flustered defense, Fu Qian took the notebook, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at its contents.

“Here, take this too.”

The next moment, after thinking it over, he casually picked up something from beside him and tossed it to Wen Li, whose face was flushed.

“Open it and wear it on your head.”

“Is this… a self-closurer?”

Wen Li, now of the Middle Tier, had a physique far different from before. She caught the object Fu Qian tossed while inspecting it.

It was a huge hexagonal iron cage, over half a meter tall, surprisingly heavy to hold in her hands.

She had seen this object once before; one morning, Fu Qian had worn it on his head.

When asked about it, he referred to it as a “self-closurer.”

“Yes, stretch your head up from the bottom and lock it until I tell you to take it off.”

Fu Qian nodded, affirming her memory.

“…Okay.”

Wen Li seemed utterly baffled, but still followed Fu Qian’s instructions, carefully fitting the iron cage onto her head.

With a click, the headcage was locked in place again.

[Sweet Dream Cage, once worn, it can block out all gazes.]

Observing Wen Li, whose appearance had suddenly become sharp, Fu Qian waited five seconds.

“How do you feel now?”

“It’s a peculiar sensation, an unprecedented tranquility.”

Wen Li’s eyes showed distinct astonishment as she instinctively touched the edges of the headcage.

She could perfectly imagine her current appearance and didn’t even want to see any reflective surface that might show her reflection.

She had not expected that such an ugly design could have such a miraculous effect.

The feeling of being entirely free from the noise of emotions was a rare experience for her.

This was obviously also an artifact of not a low tier for the Transcendent!

Why are there so many? Is this the collection of a Demigod?

“An unprecedented tranquility, good.”

Fu Qian nodded and pointed at Wen Li’s ear.

“And what about calmness?”

“That… has become less noticeable. I don’t feel that kind of emotional relief.”

Wen Li frowned slightly, shaking her head a little.

“Can you take off the earring and show it to me?”

“Of course, you want to?”

The grates of the headcage were just the right size, allowing Wen Li to easily reach in with two fingers and remove the earring.

“I’ll show you a magic trick.”