Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 271: Chapter 271 Siren’s Tears Veil_1

Fu Qian spoke the truth.

Just like this old guy, Yuan Shan had not deliberately concealed her aura, so Fu Qian knew she was standing outside the moment he sensed it.

The reason she did this was to suggest to him that she had brought this person, who meant no significant harm, so he should avoid a fierce conflict.

Unfortunately, this person’s intent to kill had been real just now.

That punch had cost him a total of two SAN Points, used on an Air Bullet and a punch.

Trusting one’s life to another’s goodwill is a bad habit.

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In response to such a situation, Fu Qian wouldn’t mind using any and all methods to send this person off.

In fact, with all efforts deployed, Fu Qian believed he had a great chance.

Ha ha ha!

The middle-aged man sitting down couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.

Being used to arrogance, huh? Laughing like that could disturb the peace, you know?

“Still somewhat capable, but, unfortunately, the talk is even bigger,”

After finishing his laughter, the middle-aged man gazed coldly at Fu Qian.

“Relying on special methods and nearly grasping the threshold of the Second Phase, I dare to use the Mythical Form in combat.

“Yet you can perform similar attacks consecutively, and it seems without any side effects? That’s quite interesting!”

Who said there were no side effects? After that punch just now, I nearly bled in reverse.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

It seemed that this person couldn’t maintain the Mythical Form constantly, but compared to Fu Qian, who could only sustain one strike, he was undoubtedly much more stable.

The clash had put a considerable strain on his body.

“But if you think you can kill me with that, you are thinking too much. The vitality of a mythical creature is far beyond your imagination,”

The middle-aged man snorted, his expression arrogant.

“Won’t you introduce us?”

Fu Qian didn’t comment, but turned to look at Yuan Shan.

“This is Mr. Logan, a member of the Night Watchman Affairs Committee,”

Yuan Shan instinctively placed herself between the two men, fearing they might clash again.

So he is a high-ranking Night Watchman?

Fu Qian greeted him without surprise.

“Pleased to meet you! So, Mr. Logan, did you come to see me for something?”

“After listening to Yuan Shan’s report, there’s something I’m curious about,”

Rather than caring about Fu Qian’s perfunctory pleasantries, Logan was indifferent.

“Do you know Lu Ming?”

“Yeah, I know him.”

“Where did you meet him?”

“In the archipelago, where else?”

Fu Qian said nonchalantly.

“If I remember correctly, he’s dead. How did you meet?”

“Oh, he invited me to join the Rebirth Club.”

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Hearing Fu Qian’s response, both Logan and Yuan Shan were momentarily stunned.

“Did you accept?”

Yuan Shan asked subconsciously.

“Use your brain, do I look like I accepted?”

“Knowing to refuse, at least you aren’t too foolish,”

Logan had also regained his composure by now.

“Limb Attachment has no future at all, merely the delusional dreams of those without talent.”

“It seems you ‘talented’ ones aren’t much better!”

This time, it was Fu Qian’s turn to snort.

“Right now in Shangjing, there’s a mysterious Divine Envoy who seems to be a tad stronger than you.”

…

The room fell into silence once more, with Yuan Shan holding her forehead, her face a picture of collapse.

Logan stared coldly at Fu Qian for a long time before revealing a smile.

“In fact, this is another reason why I came here today.

“Tonight, we take direct action,” he declared.

Ah?

Yuan Shan called out in surprise.

“The others haven’t arrived yet, shouldn’t we wait a bit longer?” she asked.

“There’s no need. Having such a dangerous individual in Shangjing for even a moment longer is a tremendous threat, and the things you’ve been doing might not confuse him for long,” Logan said resolutely.

“But we’ve basically confirmed in these past two days that the other party is indeed a Divine Envoy, with just the three of us we might not be able to completely control the situation.”

“Rank doesn’t represent everything,” Logan replied, glancing at Fu Qian.

“There are many factors that determine victory and defeat.”

Is this guy really that petty?

“Moreover, it’s not just the three of us. I alone am enough,” Logan added unexpectedly.

To Yuan Shan’s astonishment, Logan flicked his arm, and suddenly there was something in his left hand.

It was a dark, bluish-black mask, metallic in appearance and extremely ferocious looking, with the edges extending radially outward into more than a dozen long tentacles.

The most peculiar feature was that the mask had only a single eye hole on the left side, which was even shaped vertically like a teardrop.

“Siren’s Tears Veil?”

Yuan Shan couldn’t help but exclaim as she seemed to understand this person’s plan all at once.

Is it some kind of magical item? A high-end stock from the Night Watchman’s arsenal?

Curiosity was piqued within Fu Qian.

The moment Logan pulled out the mask, Fu Qian thought he heard an almost inaudible singing voice.

“From the current intelligence, the target is likely a Transcendent who is proficient in deception and mental assaults, which suits well with this,” Logan explained, playing with the mask in his hand.

“Indeed,” Yuan Shan murmured as she stroked her face thoughtfully.

“I hadn’t realized it before, but now that I think about it, with this mask, it would indeed be much easier to handle many things.”

She looked up at Fu Qian, seemingly concerned that he might not understand.

“The Siren’s Tears Veil is a very special magical item that was said to be found on a mermaid that had gone mad wearing a metal mask. That mermaid had already fused with the mask due to countless years of flesh soaking into it, and when the mad mermaid was slain, the mask and its remaining body tissue formed this teardrop-shaped veil.”

No wonder the mask and the tentacles seemed to be made of different materials.

Fu Qian glanced at the Veil.

“Its effect is simple: anyone who wears it will have their mind flooded with the mad singing of a Siren, gradually blurring their consciousness. Only by relying on a strong will can one maintain clarity of thought.

“And after wearing it for a certain amount of time, it cannot be removed. Even a Demigod can last at most 10 hours,” he remarked.

“So, are you planning to fight poison with poison?”

After listening to Yuan Shan’s introduction, Fu Qian seemed to grasp Logan’s plan.

“Exactly,” Logan said from the side.

“The Siren’s song will indeed affect one’s sanity, but it can also obstruct other mental influences, achieving an indirect immunity to psychic assaults.

“In this situation, dealing with that Divine Envoy will be much simpler.”

Really?

Fu Qian’s brow was still furrowed, his intuition telling him that it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“Don’t worry,” Logan said, glancing at him as if sensing his distrust.

“You don’t need to take action; you and Yuan Shan will handle any trouble that arises around us.

“If the target tries to flee, just manage to restrain them a bit, or even if you stand there and do nothing, that’s fine too.”

“But I still have to be there, right?” Fu Qian sighed.

It was clear to him that Logan didn’t trust him enough to let him out of his sight!