Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1524: Chapter 1519: Human Pillar (28)

Has what should come finally arrived?

Since donning the shroud, Lady Ji Ning has transformed into a pressure monster within the team.

Following the blind leading the way, just a single casual remark added several more atmospheres of pressure to the already suffocating environment.

Even Luyi, who was ready to set off, seemed to press the pause button and looked over.

”That’s a good question.”

However, as the core of the high-pressure zone, Fu Qian’s reaction was quite calm, even understanding the questioning.

After all, it was indeed anomalous.

With Luyi rescued later, among the five people in the team, his ranking was undoubtedly the lowest, even his abilities were of the most brute type.

As a result, after continuous actions, not only had Brother Luyi’s fate been sealed twice, even Lord Aike couldn’t withstand the pressure.

To know that, once he transformed, he should be at the Demigod Level, with fairly strong resistance.

Yet it was he himself who showed no signs of good news.

Lady Ji Ning and the others must have had this question before, but they hadn’t pursued it after comprehensive consideration.

As for why they brought it up in the current critical situation?

It wasn’t panicked chaos, but rather a manifestation of clearheadedness.

As the situation drastically deteriorated, Ji Ning clearly believed that the risk from the doubts surrounding him was no longer tolerable, a preparation to deal with internal threats before external ones.

From now on, even if he showed innocent behavior, or merely signs of stalling, they would have to consider the risk of his potential dangerous actions.

”It’s actually quite simple—the same reason why I could pull out this dagger.”

However, as an expert in empathy, Fu Qian wouldn’t engage in such low-level sabotage.

In the next moment, he smiled and nodded, pointing straight to the core.

...

”So, you always knew you could open it?”

Fu Qian’s statement clearly caused a significant shock, with even Lord Aike, who had just stabilized, asking the question.

Upon further thought, the amount of information in those words was indeed immense.

This guy not only exhibited an unconventional resistance to erosion but also possessed knowledge about Lady Ji Ning’s secret methods that nobody else knew?

Coupled with his inherently questionable credibility, it truly made one wonder.

Judging by everyone’s rapt attention, they all clearly wanted to know the answer.

”You could say that.”

Silence often brews crisis, knowing full well a sword might strike at any moment, Fu Qian answered while slowly raising his right hand, brushing it across his face.

”As I mentioned earlier, I fully believe in Lady Ji Ning’s words; this dagger indeed originates from the mark of her imprint, but there’s one thing she may not know—there’s another with a connection to this dagger.”

Lowering his hand, Fu Qian blinked at everyone.

”I recognized it at first sight; it’s a gift from the Ancestor.”

”Bloodline Clan!”

At that moment, the team members were utterly astonished.

Yet, they saw that the pupils beneath his hand glowed crimson red.

This excessively representative visual trait easily sparked associations.

This guy is of the Bloodline Clan? How did we not discover it earlier?

Then what was his purpose in appearing here...

The most shockingly intense reaction came from Aike, who was among the first to encounter him.

If he truly was of the Bloodline Clan, it could explain his exaggerated control over flesh, but he had hidden it perhaps a little too well—

”You’re a Demigod?”

Shocked, Aike stared at Fu Qian, realizing something.

...

A Middle Tier Transcendent effortlessly hiding in the presence of a Demigod is nearly an impossibility.

For someone like Aike, with special abilities, he had that confidence.

Yet from beginning to end, he hadn’t detected any signs.

Neither had Director Li and others.

The only plausible explanation was that this guy wasn’t a Middle Tier Transcendent; he was of a level comparable to his own...

This also explained why his resistance to erosion was even stronger than his own.

In that moment, the accumulated doubts seemed to have been answered all at once.

Even though the person involved hadn’t had time to admit it, Aike was already in a state of high alert.

The bizarre predicament of a Demigod perpetually hiding their identity seemed even more dangerous than imagined, instilling a deep sense of caution.

Even beyond her, the reactions of the other three clearly showed the same feeling.

”Demigod, hehe...”

Amidst this explosive internal conflict, the person involved let out a light laugh, raising his hand once more.

In the face of swords drawn and bows bent, this action undoubtedly drew even more exaggerated attention than before.

However, no harm erupted; under numerous watchful eyes, the pitch-black of the night rapidly gathered and expanded on it, morphing into a giant claw.

Truly of the Bloodline Clan!

This form, iconic of those ancient breeds, was so classic that everyone present, well-versed as they were, could not fail to recognize it.

But that’s not the main point; the main point was that accompanying this transformation, the opponent exuded such a clear divinity—truly a Demigod!

A Vampire Demigod who journeyed with them, concealing his identity all along.

...

It’s starting to make sense now, what this place is all about.

While the team’s minds spun frantically from his maneuvering, looking at the dark giant claw, Fu Qian inwardly sighed.

The scarlet pupils were certainly fake, as was the dark claw, but not the divinity.

At this moment, he had fully regained the status of a Demigod.

How he accomplished it was actually quite simple—the team members believed he was a Demigod.

As a professional mission operative, he was well versed in the art of concealing skill.

Fu Qian understood well that his prominence throughout the journey would, while attracting praise, undoubtedly arouse suspicion.

Yet he did so anyway.

Partly to boost mission efficiency, but not for recognition from esteemed elders—instead, to invite suspicion from them.

In this mission, though they had yet to meet the enemy head-on, the situation could not be discounted as anything less than perilous.

But just like when, after rescuing Luyi and at Mr. Li Sr.’s invitation, he pondered the situation at hand—a fleeting thought—might it be too smooth?

Indeed, though endless erosion and relentless spying persisted, Fu Qian found the operation remarkably smooth—guessing something was following, and indeed there was; deducing it was a Tree Infant, and indeed it was.

Especially the latter half with its highly leaping deductions, deliberately crafted on his part.

To the team, it was likely deemed his unreasonable intuition, a throw of the dice hitting the mark.

But in his understanding, another version existed—because the deduction had been made earlier, Mr. Li Sr. found the Tree Infant.