Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 769: Chapter 767: Curse of the Shattered (26) (1/2 additional chapter for Alliance Leader “Reader 1608”)_1 Chapter 769: Chapter 767: Curse of the Shattered (26) (1/2 additional chapter for Alliance Leader “Reader 1608”)_1 The scientific exploration was nearing completion, and it was time for bold conjectures, carefully verified.

Knowing that the Kamakura Family’s Sword Dao is essentially a ritual, was there a way to counter it?

Cass’s idea seemed logical, namely, to isolate the higher powers.

But if his own guess was correct, the other end of the ritual was likely a real deity.

A team led by a demigod attempting to restrict such a rank, the feasibility was obviously questionable.

At this point, it wouldn’t hurt to think inversely, if there’s no way to deal with that end, why not focus on this end?

The situation of the Kamakura Family was clearly special; even if they did nothing, the emergence of a cut was inevitable.

Even a mere meditation session had Kamakura Shinji collapsing directly, which indicated that the current state of the Kamakura Family was different from that of ordinary ritual supplicants, almost constantly under the “gaze” of the deity.

For hundreds of years, the Nameless God had clearly already anchored them.

The two hounds that died with Ni Huayuan might have been affected for the same reason, being too close to the Kamakura Family and excessively impure, they were simply cut down without a second thought.

As for how it was done, he was not an expert in this area, and it would not be easy to speculate.

But fortunately, there was no need to speculate.

Against the concept of “anchoring,” he once had experience with a violent response.

The Return Edict he had just obtained clearly had some dissipating effect on such concepts.

So just now, Fu Qian decided to replicate his approach with the Emissary’s Mask on the Kamakura Family.

And if it truly worked, then his conjecture about the ritual would essentially be confirmed.

“Yun… Mister!”

At this moment, there was a clear sense of alarm in Kamakura Shinji’s eyes.

Although Kamakura Si had just come in with others, telling him they had found a solution, giving hope to him amidst his suffering.

But they were all adults, and not so blindly optimistic.

The expressions on Kamakura Si and his companions’ faces bore little joy, looking uncertain, which made him realize he might have been treated as an experimental subject.

“Don’t be nervous, we’re already at rock bottom, might as well go all-in.”

Fu Qian casual banter, not bothering to explain further.

The power of words is great, Kamakura Shinji comprehended his own predicament in an instant, resigned to his fate, prepared to face destiny’s verdict.

However, moments later, he shuddered, glancing subconsciously at his body, and then became utterly terrified.

The cut, which had been stable, was now rapidly splitting again, blood flowing.

“What’s happening!”

What else could it be? Brother Ah Kai’s miracle had dissipated.

Seeing Kamakura Shinji’s cries, Fu Qian empathized with his feelings.

The situation before him was not unexpected; even as miraculous as Brother Ah Kai’s work was, it was likely of a lower tier compared to the deity-pleading ritual, so its dissipation by the Return Edict was not surprising.

But since they were all-in, might as well see the hand through before getting worked up.

By now, Kamakura Shinji on the bed tried to muster all his remaining strength to get up and flee, only to be slapped back down the next moment.

“Young man, don’t be ashamed to seek medical help.”

Now, why did that sound so natural to say?

A certain sleazy old man’s image popped up in Fu Qian’s mind.

A healer’s kind heart—if that fellow saw the patient’s current recovery, he would surely be greatly comforted.

He should follow the example and heal the world.

…

No one’s coming? Was it really prearranged?

Falling back onto the bed with full force, the pain and sorrow of being abandoned by his family dissolved his last bit of strength, Kamakura Shinji appeared completely despondent.

Yet in the never-ending heat draining away, there was a moment when he quivered, taken by a peculiar sense of relief.

Am I dead?

Kamakura Shinji unconsciously asked himself, yet the pain, undiminished, was a reminder that he was still enduring torment.

Gathering his last shred of energy, he looked down at his body again.

The crisscrossed cuts remained, unhealed.

The blood was still flowing, and he wasn’t dead yet.

Most importantly—the next moment he felt a jump in his heart.

The innate mark on his body, now there was not even a trace to be seen!

What happened!

“The effect is not bad.”

At this moment, the Sword Path Demigod beside him was nodding his head and muttering to himself.

“Is this… the Curse lifted?”

The deeper cut on Kamakura Shinji’s neck made speaking extremely difficult, but he also realized that the cut was no longer continuing to split.

“I thought you would cry out for a blessing; why has it disappeared?”

Fu Qian smiled and snapped his fingers, closing the Return Edict.

“In a bit, I can have Professor Chang give you the remaining half bottle of the potion, but before that, I have a question for you.”

“What… question?”

Although he found it hard to believe what was happening before his eyes, Kamakura Shinji clearly did not dare to neglect the question from the Demigod.

“Before calming your mind, what television program were you watching?”

Fu Qian pointed behind himself.

… Program?

This question clearly baffled Kamakura Shinji.

“I was just watching Emperor Yasui.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he finally spoke up.

Admiring the Divine Envoy, huh? That was not surprising.

Fu Qian nodded his head.

For young Transcendents, getting a chance to see Emperor Yasui on television could be considered a star-chasing experience.

The timely thing was, Fu Qian had just recently watched the program in which Emperor Yasui would appear.

“Let me think, it’s that program with a notoriously bad reputation, right?”

“… Yes.”

“You didn’t actually get a badge, did you?”

Fu Qian was reminiscing about his trip to the Mist Society Temple.

“Why would I… I am a true Transcendent…”

Kamakura Shinji hurriedly defended himself.

“It’s okay, you can try to get one in the future.”

Fu Qian shook his head and stood up the next moment.

“I’ll call someone.”

What does he mean?

Kamakura Shinji, now thoroughly confused, watched as Fu Qian opened the door and left.

…

Is it really that miraculous?

This world does indeed challenge the imagination!

After leaving the room and reaching the courtyard, Fu Qian looked up into the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, feeling deeply moved.

[Goal completed, current task updated, cleanse all splitting marks, establish contact with the Nameless God.]

Just then, while he was chatting with Kamakura Shinji about the television program, a new prompt had appeared in his mind.

This meant he had just discovered the reason for the divine seal’s loss of control.

The topic of the television program, of course, was not idle chatter.

As previously speculated, the Kamakura Family’s uncontrolled blessings might be due to a change in the supplicants.

But considering the Kamakura Family’s devoutness, the likelihood of them voluntarily changing faith seemed slim. Fu Qian quickly thought of another possibility—they were polluted.

This sort of pollution wasn’t the poison that Ni Huayuan spoke of; to elicit a response from a deity, it had to be something more sophisticated.

For example, the Godblood Curse that he had once been afflicted with, or the cognitive pollution like Laxik’s.

Upon realizing this, Kamakura Shinji’s response about watching television came naturally to mind again for Fu Qian.

And almost immediately, Fu Qian thought of the notoriously bad reputation.

Now it seemed that this concept, which could even quickly alert a Divine Envoy to make a house call, was indeed more than just entertainment.