Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1121: Chapter 1119: Will Be Back Soon

Night watching indeed offers a unique experience!

Leisurely heading downstairs, the bookstore appeared the same as when I left, except for an additional envelope by the door.

It seems that everyone has started to get accustomed to this classical way of communication.

Judging by the style of the envelope alone, it’s almost certain it didn’t come from Miss Wen; likely, it’s Chief Yuan summoning me.

Quite pleased with the scene before me, Fu Qian picked up the envelope and opened it.

[Thursday?]

The brevity of the content was incredibly refreshing, even making the signature of Yuan Shan below much more pleasant to the eye.

It was indeed Chief Yuan inviting me to inspect the work at the Night Watchmen Base.

It seems that the security situation in Shangjing has been ideal during my absence.

But it looks like tomorrow is already Monday, does that mean I only have three days left?

And if I remember correctly, even coming from closer Shangjing, it almost takes a whole day to reach the Sea of Ashes.

Then, to actually find a needle in that vast and dangerous sea – abounding, I shall leave at once!

It’s not a vacation; considering no need to think about the return, nearly two days of action time are enough for the strategies I have in mind.

Fu Qian neatly folded the letter again, casually tossed it onto the counter, then pulled out a card from the drawer.

This was a special pass given by Chief Yuan during the municipal official incident.

With minor preparations, amidst the thick blood mist and under the Blood Conquest state, Fu Qian walked straight through the bookstore’s door and reappeared several streets away.

…

The Night Watchman remains authoritative!

Randomly picking an unlucky fellow, he directly commandeered the narrow seat behind him and began his first segment of the aerial journey.

Clearly, the person was not very pleased, but the process remained incredibly smooth; even after verifying that the special pass was genuine, no one dared to ask for his name.

Of course, privileges aren’t always handy, such as when attempting to switch to another mode of transport.

“No boats? Are you guys slacking off so early in the morning?”

Fu Qian frowned at the middle-aged man before him.

“Sorry, but it’s really not about the time; the weather conditions are just too harsh now…”

The man helplessly pointed outside.

That was the truth: at this moment, at this harbor closest to the Sea of Ashes, the weather was spectacularly severe.

Winds howled and thunder roared, with rainfall like a waterfall, visibility delightfully high.

“It’s Moore for you.”

Smoothing his small mustache, the middle-aged man gestured grandly.

“It always brings surprises.”

Indeed surprising, I should have chosen an air route closer to the Sea of Ashes and just parachuted down halfway.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

Unfortunately, until he arrived here, the weather had been incredibly fine.

Of course, influenced by the proximity of the Sea of Ashes, he was already aware of the unstable weather here.

But the reason for still choosing it was simple—closeness.

It was prone to influenced, precisely why it was selected, although it seems the luck doesn’t look too good this time.

His previous question was mainly meant to motivate this person’s initiative, unfortunately seeming very ineffective.

“Think again.”

Fu Qian snapped his fingers, encouragingly.

The other party quieted down instantly, the professional smile fading, contemplating deeply.

“It’s impossible to enter the Sea of Ashes, unless hijacked by a lunatic; no boats would do so.”

After a moment, the middle-aged man seemed to organize his words and slowly spoke.

“Not to mention under the current conditions where normal navigation is impossible, the only possible boats that could sail out in this weather are those of the Transcendents.”

“On one hand, they have their means to counter the waves, and some might take advantage of the severe weather to engage in irregular poaching, but it’s said they only dare to go near the Floating Island.”

“What are they poaching?”

Suddenly talkative, Fu Qian didn’t hold back and continued to inquire.

“Many things… with good luck, even mermaids might be caught, but that’s also the most severe, and have to be cautious of the bad luck of encountering Fishmen; it’s said more than one person has died at their hands.”

Fishmen, I seem to remember Gerard mentioning them just now.

Fu Qian naturally thought of the head in that cage.

Even holding Demigod Level presence, they indeed seem more dangerous than mermaids.

As for what he just mentioned about Floating Island, that also matches up with some information he learned before.

Reportedly, the not absolutely fixed area of the Sea of Ashes, aside from the signature bone ash-colored water, another marker is the similarly hued continuous islands.

These rootless giants, seemingly formed from ash accumulation, are not only deadly regions but are also constantly changing.

You might fall asleep on them and wake up to find them completely dissolved, only to discover yourself lying in the sea—if you could even wake up.

This, supposedly, was the personal experience of a shipwreck survivor, the author of that book.

“Thank you.”

The next moment, Fu Qian smiled.

“So where can I find them?”

…

“Gone?”

When he looked up again, the middle-aged man realized the mysterious person with many questions was nowhere to be seen, instinctively he sighed in relief.

Of course, comparatively speaking, he was also a bit too enthusiastic today.

With a slight frown, he tried to recall the content of their conversation, but maybe due to talking too much, he could only remember bits and pieces.

I shouldn’t have said anything inappropriate, right?

A slight anxiety and the relief of having answered the questions collided in his heart for a moment.

…

Indeed, consulting with professionals is a good habit!

At the same moment, Fu Qian watched the figures moving through the storm, feeling very satisfied.

What he did just now was simple: through the Clear Dream Ring, he stimulated the other party to use his brain again.

The result was quite ideal.

At least those who passed by just now, how they moved, their aura was extraordinary.

In such harsh weather, a group of Transcendents setting sail in the rain eagerly sparked curiosity.

The next moment, as the blood mist rose, Fu Qian activated the Blood Conquest, following onto the same boat.

…

The boat was simply relatively speaking, actually quite spacious.

Moments later, Fu Qian stood in an empty room, surveying the outside from the window.

The shadows of the docks gradually distanced, yet the small boat bathed in the storm was eerily stable.

The raging waves, upon nearing, quickly changed direction and softened, eventually only gently soothing the boat’s hull.

This scene was indeed familiar—when I first encountered Lady Jia Keke, what she did was similar.

In specific situations, having targeted technical talent is incredibly important.

Amidst Fu Qian’s thoughts, the small boat, gliding smoothly, made its way into the deep darkness.