Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1038 Blind Eye (Four) Chapter 1040: Chapter 1038 Blind Eye (Four) I would call it a killing blow.

As soon as One-Eyed Shi Gaozhi raised his question, Ah You’s face turned iron-like in an instant, yet he was unable to utter a single word. Fu Qian silently admired this.

The strange smell in the air was something anyone with a sense of smell could recognize, but Shi Gaozhi asked about it nonetheless, his malicious intent clear for all to see.

Of course, considering that besides Shi Gaozhi, there were four other people awake, Fu Qian suspected that he might have woken up earlier than he let on.

Ah You’s dreadful expression probably also reflected this realization.

“Shi Gaozhi, aren’t you a bit too spirited? Even finding the time to bicker with Charlotte.”

Seeing that the atmosphere had indeed become quite tense, it was Ice who broke the deadlock, supporting her forehead with one hand, looking as if she couldn’t stand him.

“Were you slacking off on purpose just now?”

“Then you’re giving me too much credit.”

The topic was finally diverted, but when Shi Gaozhi spoke, he still looked at Ah You, who was the real Charlotte, with a half-smile.

“I’m always quite aware of myself; I was mainly just afraid of the pain.”

It seemed that most of the contents of the puzzles weren’t very pleasant.

Forced to watch a bout of palace intrigue, from these words Fu Qian finally extracted some meaningful information.

At the same time, the sound of metal striking the ground was heard.

It was the Saintly Old Master, who had just been resting, walking over to the side to check on the team member who had the mishap.

Carefully examining the once again serene features, the wings on his staff spun faster than before, and a few seconds later, he shook his head at Ice and the others.

“We’ve lost him; he made too many mistakes in the Holy Grail’s puzzle.”

“What a pity.”

Though Ice said this, her face showed no sign of emotional fluctuation.

“Please take care of it.”

“Okay.”

The Saintly Old Master didn’t say much more and directly reached to search around the man’s waist.

Click!

Soon after a soft click, the Golden Belt was taken off the team member.

“I actually quite liked this design.”

Ice even stepped forward to take the removed belt, examined it for a while, and then expressed her regret.

“Too bad it doesn’t match my breastplate.”

“It’s a bit heavy; please help hold it with the left hand.”

After expressing her sentiments, she directly handed over the belt.

Indeed, were social dynamics at play here? The full flavor of a royal hunt.

Ice and her two companions were obviously very familiar with each other, and facing this team member who had failed from the start, not only her, but Shi Gaozhi and the others clearly didn’t care as much.

Apart from showing special respect to the Saintly Old Master, most members of this team seemed to be mere tools for these three.

Of course, that didn’t mean they were incompetent. From the speed at which they extricated themselves, they were clearly tough characters.

Of course, this didn’t concern him much; what was important were the words of the Saintly Old Master.

The riddle of the Holy Grail—It seemed everyone’s goal for this journey was somewhat aligned.

This discovery pleased Fu Qian immensely, as he gladly took the belt, which wasn’t actually that heavy.

Even before packing it away, it seemed that due to Ice’s review, it had been scrutinized in detail.

…

At this moment, another person had woken up.

Ice’s group’s attention was naturally drawn, while Fu Qian took the opportunity to step back, continuing to study the glove.

But this time, it was different.

Slowly rotating from the back of the hand to the palm, Fu Qian recorded every not quite obvious mark on it, exactly as it was.

Just now, wandering over there wasn’t because he was that interested in teasing the fish.

With such a good opportunity to closely compare the Golden Sacred Garment and research the methods he had “forgotten” about, how could he let it slip by!

And, taking Ice’s recent words into account, after one last observation of the belt, he had formed a possible hypothesis.

All these pieces of equipment, one for each person, all had similar interconnected symbol marks like those on the Ice Breastplate, only less obvious.

At the same time, with pure gold material, mission targets called the Holy Grail, and just now the props in the Illusion Realm… it was really easy to think of the two collectible cups he once had.

The Holy Grail Sect, could it be related to them?

If this hypothesis was true, from previous encounters, the key to the power of the Holy Grail Sect’s Golden Cups lay in two aspects—the characteristic of collection and the accurately corresponding symbols.

Assuming the glove was really similar in nature to the Golden Cup, starting with the symbol marks was a completely viable option.

“TP, are you feeling all right?”

Once he confirmed the interconnected marks on the glove’s surface had been recorded without error, Fu Qian looked up.

Within his field of view, Brother Charlotte was offering condolences to the newly awakened team member.

The fifth one to wake up, this brother code-named TP, was the most burly of them all, and his equipment was undoubtedly the heaviest.

A thick, arm-encompassing round shield.

And on the face of the shield, the interconnected symbols faintly formed the shape of a face.

“Just need to rest a bit.”

Facing Brother Charlotte’s inquiry, the latter didn’t disguise his slightly poor condition and replied with some effort.

“Alright, regain your strength as soon as possible.”

Charlotte nodded at his response and succinctly motioned for him to rest without speaking.

The latter immediately closed his eyes and leaned back in the corner, trying to steady his own breathing.

If these really were the creations of the Holy Grail Sect, he was ever more curious about how they came up with these symbols.

Glancing at the Gold Shield standing in front of TP, Fu Qian briefly pondered before shifting his gaze, the patterns on the glove he had memorized, quickly traced in his mind.

There was no reaction.

Even though it was a nearly perfect replica, no special change occurred.

Fu Qian wasn’t hurried, though. This was just the first step; if merely replicating a pattern could trigger some kind of mental response, then this method of use would be far too simple.

Even a true Saint Fighter had to comprehend the universe from levels seven, eight to ninety!

In the next moment, the pattern replicated in his mind rapidly morphed and dissected, seeking a kind of pure, essential attribute.

It wasn’t an easy process, but fortunately, Fu Qian was patient enough.

In the ongoing exhaustive trial and error, new team members had woken up, and of course, some could not wake up at all; the Saintly Old Master continuously observed and distinguished all this.

And in such an atmosphere, an increasingly simplified symbol was flipping and appearing in Fu Qian’s consciousness.

Almost simultaneously, his left glove felt slightly lighter, followed by a flicker of insight in his mind.

It seemed like he had finally gotten it right.