Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1712: Chapter 1707: Bitter Fruit (Part 1)

Isn’t this introduction a bit too stream-of-consciousness?

The task introduction rapidly flashes through his mind, and Fu Qian’s ensuing commentary isn’t slow either.

Although for him, the content of the introduction is not difficult to understand.

”Abandon describing the taste with words to gain doubled pleasure,” to some extent can be understood as not letting self-awareness constrain oneself.

The role he’s playing feels somewhat like someone guided him into some sort of spiritual cultivation, thereby entering a new realm of life and reaching a new height of thought.

And judging from the description, the effect seems quite good; it’s just a pity it was ruthlessly interrupted.

This situation is not uncommon; it often happens at the end of the trial period leading to a charge. If it were a movie, it often just cuts off at an exciting part—there is indeed some excitement.

Raising his gaze from the nearby deep chasm, Fu Qian seems to understand the source of the joyful aura.

Elaborate gowns, veiled face, and the hand that still hasn’t moved from his shoulder belongs to a young woman sitting in front of him.

In contrast to the curvy figure, the colors on her body are overwhelmingly monotonous, nearly reduced to just black and white.

Coupled with a pair of eyes like misty water, it satisfies all legendary fantasies about the bereaved.

A special fragrance that subtly reminds of the task introduction emanates from this body.

Especially from the low-cut neckline due to the style.

Judging from the traces on the clothes, to some extent, it can even be suspected that the character he plays just buried his face in that spot.

But the first question Fu Qian focuses on isn’t this—

He glances downward, confirming that the clothes he wears, although not as grand and solemn as the other party’s, are not T-shirts and shorts, which gives him some comfort.

The warehouse managed to get him some work attire, preventing him from committing the faux pas of inappropriate dressing in serious situations like the young customer.

Indeed, although according to previous deductions, the actions earlier could be considered ambiguous, the woman in front, whether in attire or demeanor, seems to convey solemnity beneath the facade of lust.

”Let’s stop here. You can’t handle more at the moment,”

The next moment, the veiled woman speaks in a low and ethereal tone.

...

The previous actions evidently had a special implication.

Although this mid-course pause is not meant to urge additional payment.

Still, Fu Qian doesn’t rush to react. He blinks and sits upright, casually surveying the surroundings.

The place he’s currently in turns out to be a spacious yet dark, even strongly oppressive stone chamber, and right beside them is an incense burner.

In simple terms, it resembles a bit of a spirit hall’s aura, complementing the veiled woman’s temperament, as she sits sideways on one of the stone platforms.

For Fu Qian, a mere layer of veil certainly poses no obstacle, easily confirming underneath covers a comely face matching the physique.

Pale skin sets off lips as bright as blood.

Moreover, Fu Qian even confirms that besides the work attire, his current face has undergone a complete transformation, not much different from his real age, and his complexion is even paler than hers.

”Thank you very much, but... I still feel somewhat uneasy.”

With a visage resembling being drained of spirit energy, Fu Qian finally responds, pairing it with a line fitting his appearance.

Without needing adjustment, the voice from this body indeed lacks any vigor.

...

The hand on the shoulder finally retracts, and the veiled woman, in an absolutely dignified posture, intently gazes at Fu Qian’s face, resembling a statue at certain moments.

”It’s not your problem. My thoughts never find peace, tearing all sensations into unrecognizable pieces.”

Though she doesn’t reply directly, not speaking human language, for Fu Qian, comes naturally.

Without much pause, he references the content in the task introduction, continuing to express his feelings.

Although her words earlier were odd, extending them towards insight or spiritual healing shouldn’t stray too far off track.

”Sorry, I desecrated your aid.”

The next moment, Fu Qian even makes a perfect self-loathing expression, his hand tendons stiffened and tense.

”Relax...”

After this performance, the person opposite finally responds again, even raising a hand to brush across Fu Qian’s face.

Through the black silk glove, he can still feel the softness of her palm.

”Do you want to try again? But it might pose unforeseeable risks—”

”No.”

However, Fu Qian instantly refuses the woman’s proposal.

”I just need someone to help me find the reason.”

...

It’s easy to envision that the so-called trying again most likely means being embraced by the veiled woman once more, feeling ’unadorned impulsiveness and desire’, leading to self-transcendence.

Yet that’s not what Fu Qian needs.

Although attire and actions are all quite peculiar, the person in front, in perception, has not revealed anything non-human.

Rather than believing miracles could happen just by her embrace, Fu Qian prefers utilizing the opportunity gained from this performance to obtain more information—for example, who she is, what this place is, what’s happening.

After all, until now, his task objective has yet to emerge.

”I can understand your feelings, but my only capability is using this method to catalyze the grime within the will, accelerating their decay and demise...”

Yet as Fu Qian makes the request, the woman appears even more troubled than with the previous proposal.

”I haven’t truly insighted into inner wisdom, and am exceedingly dull in this aspect, possibly unable to aid you.”

Removing the grime from the will to achieve an undistorted self, sounds like nearing the realm of Zen enlightenment?

Though she speaks humbly, merely her introduction to her duties already provides Fu Qian considerable insights.

Firstly, the objective of the woman’s behavior surprisingly aligns with what he understands from the task introduction theme.

Secondly, she seems to be endowed with such abstract capabilities, merely through intimate contact, she can authentically ’sublimate’ one’s thoughts and realm.

”It’s okay, I just need a listener.”

As he contemplates, Fu Qian doesn’t delay guiding the conversation.

And after years of honing, he is unquestionably adept at forcefully incorporating logic.

”Listening to the darkness within the will, allowing it to be exposed in such a manner, and then defining and dispelling it, seems much akin to your responsibilities, merely differing in approach?”