Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1690: Chapter 1685: Whip and Feather

Indeed, there’s merit in frequently returning home.

When Yuan Shan took out the orb, she deliberately turned it at an angle to avoid Wen Li being affected.

And Miss Wen, being always receptive, immediately averted her gaze upon being reminded, not curious anymore.

In the quiet air, only Fu Qian remained to admire and appreciate.

He was over ninety percent sure this was new equipment acquired by Chief Yuan.

After all, not long ago when Ariel caused a stir in Shangjing, Yuan Shan hadn’t used it even in a desperate situation.

No matter how you look at it, this item is much stronger than Old Master Logan’s Siren’s Tears Veil.

Chief Yuan came directly here after meeting with him, indicating she likely carries it with her.

Considering she just visited her teacher in Night Holy City, the origin is almost self-evident.

”Given by the old master?”

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian casually asked.

”Yes.”

Yuan Shan didn’t even lift her head, as controlling this item clearly required considerable effort.

The soft whip continued to stretch longer, and its swinging arc seemed like the epitome of pure pain, causing one’s mind to nearly fracture, risking losing control if careless.

Of course, Yuan Shan wasn’t too worried; though this Second Phase beside her seemed idle, he never failed at critical moments.

Staring at this negative influence, he still didn’t distance himself, undoubtedly ensuring he wasn’t distracted.

Fortunately, she didn’t need him to guard for long.

In the next moment, strands of black threads burst from her palm, intertwining with the nearly fully unraveled soft whip, then suddenly shot forward.

...

No wonder, despite its difficulty in control, the old master still gave this item to his favorite pupil.

It truly complements Yuan Shan’s abilities quite well.

Watching the ”snake” break through the air, losing track of even its own trajectory, Fu Qian inwardly praised.

Even with Yuan Shan’s black bands integrated, the soft whip itself still seemed hard to guide.

At this moment, it leapt in chaotic, even discontinuous ways, tearing at the surrounding ”Divinity” like a famished beast.

Indeed, its effect has a certain magical aspect, though under Yuan Shan’s intense control, it didn’t strike her directly.

Yet it still seemed to crave tearing apart some concept within her.

In contrast, Wen Li clearly remained unperturbed, in a state of quiet contentment.

A whip to punish the Divine Beings?

Though the specific name was unknown, its effect was indeed strikingly sinister and intimidating.

Considering the current slightly tense situation, with various ancient beings eagerly moving, and even the King of Ye Island tragically perishing, Old Master Henry providing his pupil such a protective item made perfect sense.

The only oddity was a cat delivering a ball, though not made of yarn, still felt peculiar.

But this was Fu Qian’s baseless association, and this gift soon proved itself.

At one moment, it thrust sharply into the Void, seemingly biting into something.

...

In critical moments, Chief Yuan never hesitated.

Though there wasn’t time to introduce its nature, without a word, she unveiled this new protective item, her intentions clear.

A High-level Extraordinary, stealthily hidden, difficult to detect, peered from the side.

Even its current means seemed hard to resist.

Under such circumstances, waiting idly was never an option, and an active approach required careful consideration.

The item in Yuan Shan’s hands clearly showed a significant sensitivity towards Divinity, its existence to some extent transcending ordinary spatial concepts.

Though uncertain of absolute success, leveraging its killer instincts to seek a target was still a complete consideration.

As proven, the effect was remarkably ideal.

At this moment, the visible part of the soft whip was tumbling in extreme frenzy.

Paired with the bloodstains on it, it resembled a skin-stripped yet still alive snake.

Of course, this stalemate didn’t last long; soon the soft whip reappeared, seemingly slapped back, and even Yuan Shan snorted.

But it didn’t matter, its task was already fulfilled.

Under Yuan Shan’s control, it reluctantly wound into a coil, surprisingly holding an unexpected item at the end—a feather.

...

”What is this?”

Without rashly touching the spoil, Yuan Shan furrowed her brows.

The visible change certainly confirmed the previous suspicion.

Indeed, something was hidden nearby in an astonishingly stealthy manner, orchestrating the recent sequence of events.

Though it ultimately escaped after a battle, it left behind a mark related to itself.

The problem was—the feather?

Wasn’t this a little different from what was imagined?

Unquestionably, it was quite a beautiful feather, representing a truly flawless white, accompanied by an inherent pure radiance, almost making one doubt its reality.

”A feather.”

And Fu Qian beside her was undoubtedly observing intently as well, even reaching out to catch the feather tossed mid-air, slowly descending.

A miraculous scene followed—the feather dissolved upon touch, vanishing instantly under watch.

”Moreover, it didn’t seem very real.”

Contemplating, Fu Qian gestured to Yuan Shan to look at his bare palm.

”...Are you alright?”

Yuan Shan finally wound the soft whip in her grip, not holding back from confirming as the spoil dissipated.

”Do I look like I have a problem?”

Shaking his head, indicating no issue, Fu Qian squinted, seemingly gazing into a non-existent space-time.

”Unfortunately, our friend here seems alright too.”

...

Yuan Shan also remained silent, imitating Fu Qian’s expression and looking towards the same direction.

She clearly recognized his judgement, noting the adversary took negligible damage.

More regrettably, the item in her possession was evidently unable to be used again shortly...

The situation indeed grew more interesting.

What Yuan Shan didn’t know was, Fu Qian wasn’t entirely unscathed.

[SAN Points -1]

At the moment the feather touched his palm, a familiar notification arose, SAN Points dropped again.

No visible reaction appeared on his face, partly due to professionalism, partly because this was within Fu Qian’s expectations.

Yuan Shan seemed unfamiliar with such feathers, but he had seen them—inside Wasteland’s bloody marsh Angel Dungeon during the confrontation with Ji Yicheng.

Recognizing the familiarity, Fu Qian decisively chose to touch it himself for effect.

Proving once more, it could ”purify” him too.

Besides Ailina’s squad, this was truly remnants of Angel worship?