Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1398: Chapter 1396: Calamity Strikes (11)

“Abyssal Chronicle… is the Ming King mistaken about something? How could such a secret treasure be with me?”

It was evident that Fu Qian’s condition was quite compelling.

The scarlet eyes and the illusory eyeball above his head flashed simultaneously for a while before Tyler, exuding a bit of a vampire’s aura, finally responded.

The way he addressed him also subtly revealed his reluctance to believe that the Grand Fate Ming Emperor was Jiang En.

The old rival, who once had a psychological advantage, had already surpassed him in unseen corners—a feeling far from pleasant.

“No.”

Unfortunately, facing his argument, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor merely shook his head lightly.

“Though I don’t quite understand your family’s thinking, I’m also not inclined to waste time on such disputes.”

“What would make you think, after making so many arrangements, I would pose a meaningful request? But wait a minute…”

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Qian scrutinized Tyler.

“You really don’t have the Chronicle’s aura on you. Such a valuable thing and you don’t carry it with you?”

“Indeed, you’ve been plotting for a long time… all these events are for this purpose.”

Certain suspicions in his mind confirmed, the pride of the Bloodline Clan evidently wouldn’t allow Tyler to deny like a rogue, and he gritted his teeth and spoke immediately.

“I won’t deny the long planning, but don’t overestimate yourself; these matters certainly have other purposes.”

Fu Qian pointed towards the bed once more.

“Otherwise, I would choose a simpler method. After all, doing such things, getting blocked by the Night Watchman by bad luck is quite troublesome.”

“Killing multiple birds with one stone…”

Such a denial, ironically, made the conspiracy for the Abyssal Chronicle seem even more credible.

This was evident in Tyler’s increasing doubt being dispelled, leaving only emotional venting.

This, of course, was only a superficial gain; in Fu Qian’s perspective, the eye above his counterpart’s head opened and closed again, successfully enhancing his control over dreams.

Indeed, controlling dreams, making sweet dreams into nightmares, hinges on broadening understanding, enabling the dreamer to believe more “truths.”

Fu Qian seemed to understand more evil god fundamentals at one time.

…

“Yes, after all, if Brother Tyler was disappointing and couldn’t cooperate, I wouldn’t come away empty-handed, right?”

Learning brings joy, Fu Qian sounded quite delighted.

“I admit, the Abyssal Chronicle is now in my custody… but as you just mentioned, I don’t carry it with me, so—”

Tyler paused, seemingly finding the following words difficult to articulate.

“Are you thinking of using something else to substitute? The Gulad Family has indeed given you quite a few good things.”

Fu Qian’s insight was reliable, instantly grasping the intention.

“Yes… A cloak that can help conceal one’s aura, although its ranking is a bit lower, I think the practical significance need not be elaborated.”

The opponent seemed to be merely sighing at the profound heritage of the Gulad Family, though it would only come off as grating. Nonetheless, Tyler pressed on with his words.

The substitute he mentioned was indeed the cloak that helped him break out and send a head.

On that real-life night, when Fu Qian came to visit, Tyler was wrapped in it, sneaking out, and the effect of concealing his aura was evident.

Such an item had practicality far exceeding a notebook that couldn’t hurt even if thrown at someone.

“That is imaginable… but sorry, it’s unnecessary.”

Acknowledging the practical significance mentioned by the opponent, Fu Qian decisively made a pivot, causing Tyler’s Cultivation Heart to be stirred once again.

“To most people, the item you mentioned might be more valuable, but many years ago, I had a glimpse of half of the Abyssal Chronicle and benefited greatly; my aim is to obtain this item at all costs.”

“It doesn’t matter even if it’s not on you, I can wait for you to get it.”

With his gaze fixed on the iron cage in the corner, Fu Qian’s intentions were clear—having this item meant he wasn’t worried about Tyler not returning.

…

“The ability to play dumb and act crazy is indeed impressive, no wonder it’s gone unnoticed for so long…”

As the saying goes, a great tune requires a discerning ear, Fu Qian’s speech, embodying a different style than Jiang En’s, strengthened Tyler’s belief in the possibility that he was Jiang En.

At the same time as he gritted his teeth in giving praise, his eyes flickered slightly, and he continued to speak.

“It’s just unfortunate that, even if I go back, I can’t retrieve it; someone beat you to it…”

“…Are you joking?”

The Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s voice turned solemn for the first time.

“Is there any point to joking at this time?”

Tyler let out a cold laugh.

“Some time ago, I had already loaned the Chronicle out, and it’s not time to return it yet. As a person of my word, it’s difficult to go back on my promise.”

“…Who took it?”

Tyler spoke euphemistically, but the Grand Fate Ming Emperor showed little cooperation, asking directly with a frown.

“I lent it to someone who runs a bookstore.”

Features quivering, Tyler particularly emphasized “lent.”

“Bookstore… you better not be playing with me.”

The combination of Abyssal Chronicle and bookstore was a bit incongruent, Fu Qian spoke with a hint of doubt.

“I can even take you to see it, can’t you feel the Chronicle’s presence?”

Tyler had an indifferent expression.

“But a reminder, that guy is not only strong but also has a good relationship with the Night Watchman.”

…

Indeed, it was a strategy of driving a tiger to swallow a wolf.

Praising Tyler for his reaction, Fu Qian mused silently.

What he said was true, but it was a display of candor in a helpless situation.

The Abyssal Chronicle, which had little hope of being retrieved, suddenly gained a competitor, determined to acquire it.

In such a scenario, pitting both sides against each other for self-destruction was undoubtedly a sound choice.

If the bookstore owner was defeated, the framed predicament could be resolved.

If the Grand Fate Ming Emperor was caught, given the bookstore owner’s relationship with the Night Watchman, whatever evidence the Grand Fate Ming Emperor provided would inevitably be questioned, and the predicament could still be resolved.

As expected of the new generation that the Gulad Family had high expectations for, never giving up on comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, and physique.

“So what, the power behind me is beyond your imagination!”

In the next moment, Fu Qian sneered, expressing disdain for the warning.

“So are we setting off now?”

It was clear that this reaction satisfied Tyler somewhat.

“Did you think such a trick could fool me?”

Unfortunately, the next moment, the words coming from behind the mask let him experience a fall from heaven to hell once more.

Along with it, the pattern on the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s face mask began to dissipate swiftly.

At the same time, a special pattern, resembling a crude hand, slowly emerged, with an oval shape at the center, seemingly holding an eye.