Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1631: Chapter 1626: Out of Reach

Is the rag doll really targeting the tree?

Upon carefully observing Tan Mingxue’s actions, Fu Qian naturally formed a certain association.

Given her ranking, the probability of recognizing the giant tree with the naked eye is realistically negligible.

The Night Watchman can know the tree’s existence, yet still sends her here to oversee the situation, as mentioned earlier there’s certainly something to rely on.

Considering her current actions, the probability that the rag doll placed outside at midnight is related to the tree is undoubtedly increasing.

Some kind of monitor?

”It seems my worries were unfounded, it’s best when everything is under control.”

Not minding the other party’s tone at all, Fu Qian sighed with a strong sense of duty as he faced Tan Mingxue’s wary gaze.

And she looked evidently realizing her earlier actions were too conspicuous, possibly revealing some secrets, causing a small disturbance even in the dream’s stability.

”What are those two people’s names?”

However, Fu Qian’s final question, with its abrupt shift, suddenly eased this wariness.

”Sha Ming and Miranda, you should go back to rest.”

After a brief hesitation, Tan Mingxue finally answered the question.

Of course, at the same time, the accumulated sense of discomfort led her to issue an eviction notice.

”Okay.”

To this, Fu Qian naturally expressed no objection, snapping his fingers outside the dream.

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Just right, any more would make it hard to erase the traces.

As Tan Mingxue fell into a brief confusion by the windowsill, Fu Qian had already restarted the Blood Conquest, floating away.

After days of practice, he had become adept at manipulating the depth of entry into the dream, the target’s ranking, and the post-waking memory.

If he had forcibly inquired about the rag doll just now, Fu Qian was confident he could get the answer before the dream shattered.

But under excessive self-struggle, the likelihood of achieving a seamless dream without traces was uncertain.

Considering the fruitful gains so far, especially confirming that the Night Watchman’s claim of ”everything is under control” is indeed true, with no hidden motives.

Fu Qian temporarily decided to let them maintain this state, not wanting to exert excessive stimulation.

Additionally, the rag doll felt particularly special; although it was already put away, Fu Qian temporarily had no intention of broaching the subject, to avoid unnecessary risks.

As for now... Huang Zhixun, Sha Ming, Miranda.

Although the last two names are unfamiliar, the conversation highlighted that all three are worth a visit at a suitable time.

Fu Qian still highly regards Tan Mingxue’s analysis earlier, especially regarding their motives.

And as a team arriving with expectations, compared with the Night Watchman, their focus on the tree would only be higher—possibly even trying to find clues from the Night Watchman if they find it elusive.

Ceasing the Blood Conquest but concealing his presence, Fu Qian, who still hadn’t left the building, appeared under a window in another room.

This was an empty room, and being late at night, Fu Qian perfectly blended into the shadows, observing another silhouette in the darkness outside.

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Almost as skilled as Elder Huang Leji.

Fu Qian easily reached this assessment, momentarily lamenting the constrained fate of the Night Watchmen Base.

Recall the last visit, the base was similarly sneaked upon outside, even allowing Little Worm to be released inside.

Fu Qian was quite certain that almost simultaneous to Tan Mingxue’s lookout at the railing, this figure quietly appeared there, observing the base’s dynamics.

Though it appears that everything is under control, a decision-maker with an insufficient ranking still struggles to intimidate ambitious schemers.

Indeed, Fu Qian had a reason for asking the names earlier, and he now had a faint feeling that there was no need to go up the mountain to find people.

Such skilled individuals were not recalled among the characters last visiting the Mid-Levels Manor.

If this reason isn’t enough—just like the previous ”Xiao Ying,” this silhouette in the shadow is also a woman.

Though her clothes made her aura elusive, Fu Qian could still determine she was a woman he had never seen before.

Considering Tan Mingxue’s earlier mention of the reunion trio, it seems likely the Night Watchman was being monitored while they monitored the Night Watchman.

If that’s the case, anxiety seems to waft in the air.

Surveillance on the Night Watchman is a major taboo, with severe consequences if discovered.

If it was merely for precautionary reasons, sneaking directly into the base to watch exceeds reasonable boundaries.

Comparatively, Fu Qian prefers to think Tan Mingxue’s previous depiction is accurate; the trio’s exploration also hitting a bottleneck, compelling them to look for clues from the attentively observing Night Watchman.

Should this assumption hold true, Loose Cultivators, Night Watchmen, Exploration Team, every faction this night strongly indicates that the tree has completely vanished.

His journey here seemingly set to be fruitless.

Of course, so far, this remains in the realm of brainstorming and requires external confirmation, similar to Xiao Ying’s role back then.

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Come to think of it, even this angle seems familiar.

Without rushing to capture anyone, Fu Qian surveyed the surroundings in the darkness.

The room wasn’t particularly familiar, but the windowsill felt somewhat familiar.

If memory serves, during his stay on this side, his room was next door.

And Su Gao, the classmate, was at this very spot, almost standing an entire night.

Remembering the top enforcer’s poise, Fu Qian took two steps back and carefully searched the wall next to him.

No traces at all.

It was beyond mere repair; Su Gao’s classmate’s debut wall-slicing strike to kill the worm left not a single trace.

Could it be that this was one of the actions to cover for him, minimizing traces of his presence at that time?

Su Gao, the classmate did his role as a teammate exceptionally well.

Praising with a tsk, tsk, Fu Qian once again initiated the Blood Conquest, vanishing from sight.

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Could such a thing be?

A few breaths later, examining the distant figure, Fu Qian halted.

Tall stature, but even from behind, the figure’s slender curves confirmed it was another female observer.

And that wasn’t the main point; crucially, this slender silhouette was quickly leaving as he approached.

Fu Qian didn’t think the other party had capabilities to detect him, just as he didn’t think her departure was purely coincidental to his approach.

Because this wasn’t purely subjective assumption.

Just before he stopped, the Blood Conquest was also lifted—not even by his initiative.