Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 361: Chapter 361 Unclean Ecstasy (End)_1

It’s always the villains who are more diligent and determined!

Silently navigating through the Academy, Fu Qian soon arrived at that filthy hideaway from the day.

And without much effort, he locked onto a familiar aura, which was unsurprisingly below him.

Professor Ian really was staying late to work hard!

Thanks to his discreet approach along the way, there were no immediate reactions nearby, and the Academy’s night was eerily calm.

Remembering the route from the day, Fu Qian stepped straight into the building.

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“Sorry, no entry for non-faculty members below—”

A slap sent a roadblocker with a mouthful of rhetoric crashing into the wall, Fu Qian didn’t even pause for half a second and directly breached the visitors’ boundary.

And within a breath, he stood before the large metal door.

“Who’s there?”

The familiar voice came from inside, clearly the noise had already alerted the person behind it.

What greeted him, though, was a door that had been kicked flying.

As he launched the kick, the scene before him abruptly opened up.

It was the same familiar laboratory, only this time there weren’t many perverts inside, just one.

Watching Ian, who was in the midst of transforming back from a soft-bodied creature into his clothes, Fu Qian tried not to think about what he had been doing just before.

Indeed, entering the path through debauchery, his realm was far behind Brother Benji.

“It’s Professor Fu Qian.”

Ian quickly resumed human form and turned around, his expression betraying no panic.

“Why are you here so late?”

“You recognize me?”

“Of course, your confrontation with Li Weixuan was quite impressive.”

So it was, this one had always been at odds with Li Weixuan, a little extra attention to his affairs seemed normal.

“Good, then there’s no need for introductions!”

Fu Qian directly raised his hand towards Ian’s head.

The next moment, three air bullets linked into a string, whistled out.

“I come back!”

Ian, who had clearly been on high alert, avoided the attack reflexively as the sense of imminent danger hit him.

Still, the last air bullet struck his shoulder.

Blood splattered as Ian’s right arm was ripped open with a huge gash.

“I don’t understand!”

Despite such a blow, the other man seemed unfazed, just staring at Fu Qian and asking.

In fact, in that moment, strands of yellow-green fibers spread out from around the wound, quickly interweaving into a net, swiftly sewing up the wound.

He truly was just a step away from Demigod level, fitting to be called Fourth Phase pinnacle plus.

Seeing this familiar tissue regeneration, it didn’t surprise Fu Qian.

It was clear that this man was progressing fast and already on the verge of a breakthrough.

His last undiscovered alarm had merely accelerated the other’s preparations.

But no matter, how does that saying go?

If you’re not an absolute Demigod, then you’re absolutely not a Demigod!

The slight difference had already sealed his fate.

“If you must die, die with clarity. Such a trivial obsession isn’t like you, is it?”

As he spoke, Fu Qian’s right arm swelled and stretched, his fingers like spears, piercing straight through Ian’s forehead.

Ha ha ha!

Such a minor injury didn’t bring Ian down; instead, after a moment of shock, he erupted into a string of deranged laughter.

Simultaneously, his arms flung, entwining around Fu Qian’s neck like snakes.

“Well said! Then you go die—”

Pityingly, the venomous words were only half uttered when Fu Qian’s finger, which had pierced the forehead, expanded into black and crimson tendrils, instantly splitting both the remaining words and the skull in two.

At the same time, faced with two arms as boneless as noodles, Fu Qian didn’t flinch or dodge, letting them coil around his neck.

The next moment, his neck bristled with dense spikes, rendering the arms that tried to crush his neck instantly useless.

Ha ha ha!

The blood-drenched arms swiftly retracted, hanging limp at the sides of the body.

Even so, Ian’s laughter sounded remarkably spirited.

“So it’s a Demigod! No wonder you don’t even care about Li Weixuan.”

“But this is the Academy, in the exploration of Transcendent powers, rank does not mean everything.”

“Knowing the performance but not the principle, I am fundamentally different from you luck-dependent types! Look at your hand!”

“No need for you to remind me, I’ve already seen it.”

Fu Qian lazily lifted his hand.

The fingers that had just pierced through Ian’s skull were all covered with a web-like membrane.

As the membrane eroded into the surrounding flesh, waves of chaotic desire assaulted his mind like a tide.

Clearly, this Minotaur professor, brimming with a spirit of scientific research, had mastered some methods related to the Mythical Form.

“Do you find that even you cannot be immune? This is a technique that truly involves the essence of divinity.”

Ian’s voice continued to come through.

“It will endlessly magnify your inner desires, ensuring you can never be satisfied.”

“Unless you can achieve a truly desireless state of mind.”

“Is that so?”

Fu Qian’s tone didn’t change at all as his other hand swelled again, puncturing through Ian’s chest and abdomen.

“Still playing cunning tricks at this point?”

“Do you hope that after hearing your words, I should first chant ‘Form is emptiness, emptiness is form’ to calm my spirit?”

“But in reality, the pursuit of a desireless state is in itself a form of desire, isn’t it? I just encountered an example not long ago.”

“If I really did that, I’m afraid I would fall into a vicious cycle.”

“It’s just a pity that not long ago, I offered psychological counseling to someone. I told her that self-denial is essentially an act of self-defilement.”

“Right now, I am utterly certain that my heart is filled with desire; that is to crush you completely into dust.”

“Go ahead and try if you can exploit such a vulnerability to save yourself.”

“…We can talk, I think I have many things here that would be useful to you.”

After a brief silence, Ian’s tone finally changed.

“You don’t understand, we’ve already talked enough.”

However, his proposal was rejected without hesitation.

The next moment, countless tendrils exploded from Fu Qian’s body.

“And what I want to know, I will test it myself.”

“Fool, you have no idea what you’re doing!”

Amidst grave injuries, Ian’s resentful screams reverberated.

“You are destroying a discovery that could change the world!”

“I can’t accept this—”

Ultimately, as Brother Benji’s body was once again crushed to dust, his voice faded amidst unfulfilled grand ambitions.

[Current mission completed, containment number 2-095 successful]

Indeed!

Listening to the voice beside him, Fu Qian looked down at his hands.

It was indeed a Demigod Level technique; although Ian was dead, the material on his hands was still stirring up desires, assaulting his own sanity.

It’s just that Brother Benji, who was not a Demigod himself, was unable to leave a trace of his soul behind using this.

Come to think of it, wasn’t this the second Academy Demigod he had strangled?

He truly deserved the title of Fate Stealer of the Academy.