Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 859: Chapter 857: Ignition (31) Chapter 859: Chapter 857: Ignition (31) “Indeed, lies often win more hearts than the truth.”

Even when the truth itself is simply misunderstood as a lie.

Leading the way, Fu Qian began a different kind of reflection on life.

The carriage, filled with two Demigod Envoys, followed several dozen meters behind him.

Of course, Aike and the Demigod Puppet accompanied Fu Qian closely on both sides, not giving him any chance to escape midway.

Fu Qian did not express any opinion on such a posture.

Losing one prey was one thing; he knew far too much.

The Hunting Squad would never allow him to easily slip away and help them in their propaganda.

In fact, Fu Qian was quite content with the current situation.

Although the exchange just now involved quick-witted tactics, it actually took only a few minutes.

And a fight that seemed inevitable ended with such high efficiency, turning weapons into gifts of peace and even gaining a few goons.

That was the charm of a gentleman who preferred words over action!

…

“So you even seem quite happy?”

Given that Fu Qian’s Face Helmet was not closed and he was not even hiding his relaxed demeanor, Aike, walking beside him, finally couldn’t help but ask after observing for a while.

“Why wouldn’t I be happy about breaking free from a cage?”

Fu Qian gave her a puzzled look.

Obviously, Old Master Xiumeng had not used any technique like distant voice transmission to explain the ins and outs in detail for her.

Aike’s comment might indeed be out of surprise, but more likely, it was due to a feeling of unease, a subconscious probing.

“But are you so sure you can escape after the cage is broken?”

Aike asked, not betraying any emotion.

Fu Qian had already mentioned the destination, so there was no need to worry about provoking him to the point of backing out and affecting the action.

“Isn’t there a possibility that due to being overly involved, you’ll disappear along with the cage?”

“Hmph, you know nothing about the Descendants.”

Fu Qian dismissively defended himself against Aike’s doubt.

“Why go outside? Is it necessarily better outside?”

“It’s precisely because of this cage that I appeared, and my ultimate end will certainly be to vanish with it!”

Because by then, I will have completed my mission and gone home.

Fu Qian silently added a comment in his heart while giving Aike a taste of idealistic shock.

Seeing her momentarily speechless, Fu Qian said nothing more, content to survey his surroundings.

No abnormalities occurred with the carriage in the rear.

Perhaps Old Master Xiumeng had not explained anything to Aike, but with the Demigod Puppet there, Fu Qian was sure that the entire exchange just now must have reached his ears, without missing a single expression.

And it seemed that this once more solidified his persona, making the old master feel more at ease about this journey.

…

Not to appear abrupt and raise unnecessary suspicion, the group advanced at an unhurried pace, allowing Fu Qian to leisurely take in his surroundings.

And with prior knowledge, he naturally noticed more details.

First, his movement was no longer as smooth as before; he was occasionally forced to stop.

This was understandable; after all, his fate was affected by Aike and the Demigod Puppet, who were outsiders and stuck close to him at every step.

Meanwhile, the carriage behind maintained a very natural rhythm, not at all sticking out compared to others of its kind.

Xiumeng certainly knew a lot about this place; when he set traps and ambushed Fu Qian earlier, he didn’t react immediately in the bar, likely due to a similar operation.

Of course, since everyone had a shared goal this time, Fu Qian wasn’t concerned about these matters.

He removed the Mirror Armor immediately to minimize unnecessary attention.

Even when choosing the route, he deliberately avoided the restaurant where Catherine worked.

Based on previous experiences, Ballard, the first-order guardian, should be there at this time.

…

The destination was not too far away, and maintaining their pace, the party encountered no obstacles and smoothly arrived at the lake’s edge.

“Is this the place?”

Seeing the lifeless lake water, Aike seemed even surprised by the smoothness of their arrival.

But undoubtedly, the scene before her completely matched Fu Qian’s description.

“If it’s as important as you say, why is there no one guarding it?”

The two from Xiumeng stopped pretending; Stoss directed the carriage forward, coming up to ask directly.

“Who says there isn’t?”

Fu Qian nodded toward a certain direction in the distance, where an inconspicuous apartment building stood.

One could easily imagine that on one of the balconies, Yuan Fang lay quietly in the darkness.

And the current scene at the lakeside was almost impossible to conceal from him.

“I’ve said before, the connections between Divine Beings in this world are far more wonderful than you can imagine.”

“What I can tell you is that in that direction, there’s a character known as the Prophet, who has never taken his eyes off this place.”

With a smile on his face, Fu Qian looked at the skeptical Night Watchman.

“So we’d better be quick.”

…

It was evident that the Night Watchman did not fully believe the story of the Prophet.

But one thing they did agree on was the need to act quickly.

Stoss glanced back, exchanged a look with Xiumeng, then jumped off the carriage to stand with Fu Qian and the other two.

“Let’s go, Mr. Andiel.”

“Alright.”

Fu Qian nodded and stepped directly into the lake, unconcerned about Xiumeng and the carriage staying in place.

The Hunting Squad did not want both Divine Envoys to scout through the underbrush for such a willingly offered piece of intelligence; it was a natural human sentiment.

Also, Xiumeng remaining there could keep some watch over the reactions of the natives.

Of course, in Fu Qian’s estimation, this was probably superfluous.

Whether Yuan Fang saw this scene was one thing; to alert people was quite another.

From prior occurrences, Yuan’s attitude toward outsiders entering here might actually be quite welcoming.

…

“So where’s this flame you mentioned?”

Like Akasha, being a Demigod or even a Divine Envoy, Aike and the others had their methods of walking on the lake as if it were solid ground.

And as they neared the center of the lake, Stoss, watching Fu Qian stop, asked coldly.

From prior contact, he knew that this one had a volatile temper and little patience.

“Don’t rush.”

Fu Qian shook his head while calculating the position, then snapped his fingers the next moment, quickly enveloping his body in Mirror Armor.

You…

Startled, Aike immediately reached out but grabbed at thin air.

Fu Qian’s figure had already vanished from the spot.

Simultaneously, Aike felt the lake’s surface harden beneath her feet, and before she could comprehend the situation, she found herself inside a majestic hall.

In the center of the hall, a stone coffin instantly drew her attention.