Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 976: Chapter 974: Help Chapter 976: Chapter 974: Help A vacant confusion slowly emerged on Ian’s shattered face, refusing to dissipate.

Looking at the situation, it seemed neither he nor the Veron sustaining his existence knew how to react to Fu Qian’s righteous indignation.

Finally, after a brief moment, Professor Ian actually collapsed silently, disintegrating into ashes inch by inch.

And this process of destruction, without a doubt, stirred waves of remorse, violently assaulting Fu Qian’s will.

For a moment, he deeply felt the weight of his own sins, as if even the waters of the Yangtze could not wash them clean.

Facing such a situation, Fu Qian’s response was not to waste any effort convincing himself that his actions were just or the like.

Be a bit colder, more serious.

…

“What… exactly is your purpose for infiltrating the Academy?”

Eventually, Veron’s voice finally came through.

Unfortunately, faced with Fu Qian’s apparently guilt-free demeanor, it seemed this individual once again misunderstood.

“This is not something a normal demigod could achieve; I presume… you must belong to some special organization?”

“Were you elevated to a demigod in a special manner, then hid your strength and joined the Academy?”

Rising to his feet and advancing step by step, Veron’s tone was unmistakably murderous.

“I had originally thought that Ian came across your wrongdoings by chance, which brought upon his untimely demise.”

“Now it appears, just as they said, Ian likely stumbled upon your secret and was silenced in such a way, all traces eradicated to ensure thoroughness… how ruthless!”

So Old Master Veron just won’t let it go, will he!

This isn’t a misunderstanding; this is outright paranoia!

Facing Veron’s new version of accusations, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

After all, this individual fundamentally refused to believe the true nature of Ian, considering him unequivocally a victim.

And with this assumption as the premise, no matter how Fu Qian tried to demonstrate the contrary, the conclusions would only become more preposterous.

Of course, amid the recent conclusions this individual reached, there was inadvertently a sliver of correct answer.

However, feeling the remorse gradually fading and the tempering nearly complete, Fu Qian decided to bring an end to what had become a somewhat tedious entanglement.

“Today’s matter must reach a conclusion, trust me, you will not be able to leave here before that…”

At this very moment, Old Master Veron’s proclamation continued.

“I understand.”

Fu Qian abruptly interrupted him and casually snapped his fingers.

You want an answer, right? That’s easy to give.

As he moved, his ring flashed blue, and a curtain rapidly expanded, enveloping both of them.

The upgraded Clear Dream Ring activated.

Veron had no confidence in hypnotizing a divine being, but Fu Qian was certain of his own ability.

…

Indeed, Old Master Veron’s Origin Void was formidable—he managed to maintain it amidst considerable turmoil within the Clear Dream Ring.

Of course, this might not have been entirely intentional.

As an expert in the realm of the mind, Veron clearly became aware of the appearance of the Clear Dream Ring and seemed to attempt to dissolve the Origin Void and flee.

Regrettably, as he had previously stated, he had expended great effort to synchronize and draw Fu Qian into this intermixed space of mind and reality. Consequently, ending it unilaterally was not so simple.

It was precisely because of this connection that, despite his guard, the psychic-class demigod was directly caught in the trap.

“What have you done?”

Upon realization, Veron quickly regained his composure, and even his facial mask swiftly restored.

“Aren’t you curious about the answer? Given your agitation, I thought I’d find a tranquil place for you to contemplate.”

Because the Pseudo-God Ritual was completed, and Insight had ascended to Divine-Level, Fu Qian, as Master of the Dream Realm, found his control had become even more effortless.

He precisely controlled the area to avoid pulling Lanaia downstairs into it, the next moment, to Veron’s astonishment, his own figure also slowly faded until only Veron was left alone.

“Think carefully, there’s no way out until you find the answer…”

Fu Qian repeated Veron’s words, then stood up and walked back to the window to admire the view, ensuring Lanaia would not wonder why he hadn’t moved.

Meanwhile, Old Master Veron, still in his Mythical Form, sat quietly in his seat.

Although he occasionally struggled, Fu Qian’s control quickly dissipated it, and the Clear Dream Ring remained stable.

Fu Qian hadn’t been speaking idly when he said there was no escape without an answer.

Currently, the core of the Clear Dream Ring was, of course, the only participant, Old Master Veron.

The termination rule set by Fu Qian for him was—to find out the real murderer who framed Professor Fu Qian and killed Ian.

You like to make assumptions, then I’ll help you with some intensity.

Of course, at this moment in the dream, Old Master Veron was clearly still trying to brute force his way out.

But Fu Qian believed that he would soon follow his previous creed and trust in the power of the spirit.

…

Heh… Ah…

After no short amount of time, a long, dream-waking sigh finally came from behind Fu Qian.

At the same time, the Clear Dream Ring also shattered like a bubble.

Turning back, he saw Veron, seated, had already reverted to a human appearance.

At least he had the courtesy to know he was unclothed, so only the facial transformation had been undone.

Fu Qian appraised him silently.

Gray hair, brown eyes, a somber face, though without a beard, he was indeed an old man.

Of course, at this very moment, the old man’s eyes were filled with exhaustion and relief.

“So that’s how it is, I understand… That was quite the elaborate plan…”

After murmuring to himself, the old man inhaled deeply and nodded at Fu Qian.

“Forgive my imposition today… I believe I’ve found a different answer just now.”

“To actually have been taken for an old fool.”

“Fair enough!” Fu Qian said, grandly waving his hand.

“As branches of the same tree at the Second Academy of Heaven’s Commencement Institute, it’s only right to help one another.”

“Let’s hope it’s help and not misguidance.”

Unfortunately, Old Master Veron, given his age, was almost immune to such positively charged words, merely giving a cold smile as he stood up.

“I need to go back and confirm some things, but should anything seem amiss, I’ll come to visit any time.”

“No need to send me off.”

Despite the rather impolite remark, Fu Qian’s smile remained undiminished.

The room once again returned to tranquility, and within a few seconds, the figure of Veron, the demigod, no longer occupied the seat.

The old man is indeed getting old!

Though his exit was still magnificent, Fu Qian sighed.

Maintaining the Mythical Form wasn’t so easy, and it was evident that Old Master Veron was at the end of his strength.

He’ll need to meditate and recuperate before even thinking about verifying the truth.

It’s likely there won’t be much excitement for a while.

But on the other hand, Fu Qian’s anticipation for the afternoon’s events had skyrocketed.

After all, not even he knew who the “real culprit” Old Master Veron had found.