Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 542: Chapter 542 Happy Holiday_1 Chapter 542: Chapter 542 Happy Holiday_1 “It seems they have indeed been quite well-behaved recently.”

Seeing Yuan Shan deep in thought, Fu Qian also nodded.

After the conflict with Huang Zhixun, it was impossible for Yuan Shan not to pay attention to the Gulad Family’s actions. Now that she was surprised, it indicated that the latter hadn’t exhibited any abnormalities before.

“Yes, I originally thought you had left Shangjing to avoid direct conflict, and that they didn’t want to make any major moves either.”

“Even Tyler seeking you out previously might have been a probe they tacitly agreed to.”

“Now that I think about it, aside from the unexpected incident with Tyler, this group has indeed been restraining themselves quite a bit.”

“Could it be because of something? And it must be something recent, after all, they were still making subtle moves on Gan Zuoxun’s side earlier.”

Yuan Shan clearly took the news Fu Qian had brought her very seriously, and as the Chief of a city, she quickly honed in on the key point.

“Do you have any thoughts?”

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Shan clearly had no further leads for the time being and turned to look at Fu Qian.

Having had multiple encounters, his cool and sharp perception had left a deep impression on her, so even though she knew Fu Qian was not familiar with such ancient families, Yuan Shan still wanted to hear his opinion.

“Essentially, I was just passing on an anomaly I noticed to you. Are you now worried that they’re concocting some great chaos?”

Fu Qian didn’t rush to express his opinion.

“Theoretically, they wouldn’t be so foolish to that extent, but the problem is that Shangjing just had a major disturbance…”

Yuan Shan didn’t deny her concerns.

“Actually, I don’t know much about these big bats, but judging from the reaction of Granny Selana, it seems they aren’t too afraid of sunlight?”

Fu Qian thought for a while and then asked.

“Yes, they are simply relatively more capable of utilizing their abilities at night, after all because their powers are associated with darkness.”

Yuan Shan confirmed his guess.

“But you called Selana a granny? You better hope she doesn’t hear you.”

“She’s at least five hundred years old, ‘granny’ is already euphemistic enough. But of course, it’s clear that her mental age is much lower than that number.”

“How do you know how old she is——”

Yuan Shan stopped mid-sentence as she realized and immediately looked disgusted.

“I knew that damn Chronicle was annoying as hell!”

It was obvious that Selana wasn’t the only one sensitive about age.

“Additionally, I heard Selana mention something about pure blood. How is pure blood defined amongst vampires?”

“The Gulad Family belongs to a very special category of Transcendents. Current research suggests that there’s indeed a certain correlation between Transcendent powers and bloodlines, and they are undoubtedly the most significantly affected category.”

“The definition of pure blood is quite simple: it applies when both parents have pure Bloodline Clan lineage, after all not every vampire is only interested in their own kind.”

“I’ve heard something about that.”

Fu Qian nodded, recalling the contents about garlic in the Abyssal Chronicle.

“But intermarriage within the clan? That can’t be just for one or two generations; they’ve been going on for over a thousand years, right?”

“I get your point, but there are other branches than just the Gulad family, although their range of choice is limited indeed.”

“So to this day, the proportion of true pure bloods is already not high, which is also why Tyler could get his hands on the Abyssal Chronicle… Besides, if I remember correctly, Selana is also pure blood.”

“I see; however, it seems that person snorts at the notion.”

Fu Qian recalled Selana’s expression when commenting on Tyler.

“I remember when you mentioned Huang Zhixun before, you suggested he might exchange interests with the Gulad Family due to the hopelessness of advancing to Demigod. As far as you know, what kind of help could the Gulad Family provide for this?”

Ways to help Huang Zhixun…

Although she didn’t understand why Fu Qian asked about it again, Yuan Shan pondered for a moment and then replied seriously.

“Theoretically, since Huang Zhixun follows the path of Martial Arts cultivation, he indeed isn’t of the same kind as vampires born as different species.”

“But as an ancient family that has lasted for centuries, the Gulad Family’s accumulation is undoubtedly rich to a horrifying degree.”

“In addition to various items and materials, that includes all sorts of information related to ceremonies.”

“If Huang Zhixun feels there is no hope in cultivation and seeks to try promotion through a ceremony, they could undoubtedly provide a lot of references. Why do you ask this?”

“It’s close to what I was thinking.”

Fu Qian nodded, and under Yuan Shan’s increasingly puzzled gaze, he pointed to the window.

“Actually, I have a speculation.”

“The Bloodline Clan has a wealth of experience in promotion ceremonies, and their abilities are related to darkness.”

“So their change in attitude, could it be caused by the anomaly of the sun some time back?”

The anomaly of the sun…

As soon as Fu Qian finished speaking, Yuan Shan’s eyes brightened momentarily, then her expression immediately became weird.

“Are you saying that they took the anomaly of the sun as an opportunity for some kind of ceremony?”

“Right, and so they decisively withdrew from worldly conflicts.”

Fu Qian nodded.

“Nonsense, wasn’t that caused by you?”

“Yes.”

I’ll be damned…

It had to be said, the possibility Fu Qian mentioned indeed existed.

The anomaly of the sun being nearly sealed, to ordinary people, might only pique curiosity, but for those vampires, a stronger reaction would be very likely.

But the issue lay in the fact that if it were true, it would be far too comical.

“Additionally, considering Selana’s attitude, the Gulad Family must have more than one Demigod, right?”

It was then that Fu Qian asked.

“Certainly, after so many years of accumulation.”

“So, they must be quite experienced in conducting the Demigod advancement rituals for the Bloodline Clan.”

Fu Qian implied.

“…Are you suggesting that if they were inspired by the celestial event to hold some kind of ritual, it might not be for Demigod promotion?”

Yuan Shan immediately understood and her expression instantly became twice as serious.

If it’s not a Demigod, then it must be the Divine Envoy. Could the Gulad Family be preparing the Divine Envoy’s promotion ceremony in Shangjing?

That would be no small event.

“It’s just speculation, but I suggest that the Night Watchman pays more attention lately.”

“Thank you, I will pass on the message.”

“However, even if they really are planning to hold a ceremony in Shangjing, they will definitely try to conceal it… troublesome!”

Yuan Shan rubbed her forehead with a headache.

“There might be a way, though.”

“Hmm… What way?”

Yuan Shan suddenly looked up.

“Startle the snake by hitting the grass.”

Fu Qian pointed at the enormous sun outside the window.

“Another celestial event.”

…

Regardless, it feels like a feud has been formed.

Not sure if what has descended upon Ariel is indeed the true form of the scorching sun.

Anyway, if there is a Divine Being behind the sun, they probably consider my occasional acts of desecration as nothing more than smearing their face with dung.

On the second floor of the bookstore, Fu Qian picked up the transparent longbow from the table while thinking.

After hearing my suggestion, Chief Yuan was visibly shocked and deeply condemned my reckless behavior.

In the end, she not only sent me away but also set up an appointment with me.

And at this moment, there are only ten seconds left until the appointed time.

I wonder if Yuan Shan has made the arrangements on her end?

Fu Qian raised both hands and pulled back Blasphemy’s Embrace once more.

The rust-colored tentacle-formed arrow reappeared, aiming at the huge fireball burning uninhibited in the sky.

“Pity, the recoil is a bit strong.”

Muttering to himself, the arrow shot out with a roar.

…

The rust color once again obscured the sky, leaving only a ring of golden light from the sun.

Fu Qian sat behind the bookstore’s counter, silently watching everything unfold.

At this moment, his body had also paled considerably, entering the uncomfortable Discoloration State.

The negative effects brought by Blasphemy’s Embrace were always so stable and reliable.

“Hmm… My Temple Knight has appeared again?”

Unsure how much time had passed, a somewhat mocking voice seemed to traverse countless times and spaces to establish a connection with me.

The Dark Moon Cult Leader, an unnamed cosmic beauty.

Indeed, in this world, whenever I enter the Discoloration State, she can sense me.

However, compared to the last time, the link had clearly changed.

Aside from the familiar voice in my ears, an image also gradually emerged in Fu Qian’s mind.

It was a vaguely familiar hall, with a Witch dressed in a complicated and exquisitely decorated long robe leaning languidly on an equally ornate long seat.

Opposite her, one could vaguely see rows of men and women dressed just as lavishly.

Although it was a solemn and serious occasion, it had an air of festive warmth.

“My Dark Moon Sect is thriving!”

Fu Qian thought for a moment, then attempted to transmit this information through his thoughts.

“Progressing swiftly?”

After a while, the eyes of the Witch seated there blinked, her voice carrying an unmistakable joy.

“We don’t usually have so many people, today is a festival.”

“It looks quite impressive. What festival is it?”

“Eight years ago today, an eighth light appeared in the night sky.”

The voice of the Witch came floating over.

So that’s it, Fu Qian thought.

“Happy Festival.”

“Happy Festival to you too, my Knight of the Dark Moon.”