Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 842: Chapter 840: Ignition (14) Chapter 842: Chapter 840: Ignition (14) “Has the person arrived?” Xiumeng’s words were nothing short of astonishing, and Aike was clearly startled by them.

Even her first reaction was to look towards Fu Qian’s position.

What greeted her, however, was his hand raising an empty glass in the Void once more.

…

While Aike was left speechless, Xiumeng remained silent, sitting there quietly.

Moments later, he finally let out a long sigh.

Almost simultaneously, his Demigod bodyguard took a deep breath and let out a low growl.

As the vibrations from the growl resonated through the bar, the noisy crowd seemed as if they had been muted, immediately dimming down, including the shrill background music.

“Finally, a bit of quiet,” Xiumeng, unfazed by the chaos that the sudden change had caused in the crowd, frowned as he looked at Clown.

“He mentioned fire earlier too, didn’t he?”

“Yes.”

Aike still seemed a bit worried, fearing that their actions might have exposed them, her pace of speaking even quickened.

“But he was too crazy to get any more out of him.”

“Is it possible that after you left last time, they detected something unusual and took precautions in advance?”

“Theoretically, the likelihood is very small.”

Xiumeng murmured to himself, and the next moment, something else appeared in his hand.

Fu Qian saw it clearly; it was a thin, brightly colored slice about the size of a human ear.

At a glance, its surface looked like flowing Magma, and even from this distance, one could feel the heat emitting from it.

Then in the next instant, Xiumeng crushed the slice directly in his hand.

At that moment, some kind of invisible ripple emanated from him.

Fu Qian even saw the special markings on his body become more vivid, like a flame fueled by added wood.

So, that’s how they got those markings on their bodies?

For a time, Fu Qian watched with great interest.

It sounded like this Divine Envoy Xiumeng had been to Unseen Hillock before and used something there to craft these talismans.

And anyway you looked at it, this thing seemed to really be related to fire.

His decision to accelerate for this Hunting Squad was indeed the right one.

Of course, there was now an important question—such a precious thing naturally couldn’t be wasted, so what was Xiumeng’s purpose in crushing another one?

The answer was obvious.

From the few exchanged words, it could be confirmed that they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Seated in his spot, Fu Qian silently felt the changes around him.

At this moment, there wasn’t the kind of constraining sensation that had been present last time.

Not surprising, from their perspective, such constraints were of no use against him.

The next moment, Fu Qian realized something and looked down at the ground.

Under the dim lights of the bar, the floor seemed to emit strands of bright light.

The light enveloped the entire bar, but wasn’t overly intense, the miraculous part was that it seemed to penetrate everything, cascading downwards.

At a glance, every person and object became translucent.

Body movements were still unrestricted, and he could even see guests exiting through the front door without being hindered.

But at the same time, Fu Qian felt a strange sensation, as if he had been marked.

So that’s how it is, there was indeed a trap, only its effect wasn’t to confine people here.

For a moment, Fu Qian seemed to understand what the plan of waiting in ambush this time was.

…

“The effect will last for quite some time and will be difficult to remove,” Xiumeng’s voice sounded once again.

He did not use any Transcendent abilities, as though he was sure Fu Qian could hear him, simply speaking to himself.

“Just like the acts you have done.”

“You can choose to show yourself and have a chat, or you can leave directly, but unless you can maintain the level of invisibility you have now, which I don’t think is easy, I’ll be able to locate you immediately.”

Actually, it’s quite easy.

Xiumeng’s death decree was delivered with great momentum, yet Fu Qian simply suggested you knew nothing of the Pontiff’s bestowed favor.

“At that time, no one will listen to you anymore, instead, they will be replaced by the relentless pursuit that could arise at any moment.”

“So have you thought it through? Would you like to come over and have a drink?”

Had he really changed his strategy? Inspired by me, he abandoned imprisonment for marking.

Fu Qian pondered seriously after listening to Xiumeng’s words.

From the sensations transmitted through his consciousness, it seemed Fu Qian still believed in what the other had said.

As a strategy of a Divine Envoy, the standing of this mark was indeed not low.

According to him, even if I were to leave now, just a single exposure at any time would enable him to instantly locate me.

This trap was clearly tailored to my previous performance.

But that did not mean Xiumeng’s plan was perfect.

The man had just resorted to this tactic out of desperation.

The trap might be formidable, but it required confirmation that the prey had taken the bait.

After entering the door, Xiumeng first tried to detect and then vocal probing – too bad his efforts were to no avail as I did not fall for it, and ultimately, he could not confirm whether I had arrived.

But this man was brutal enough that he gritted his teeth and activated the trap anyway, deciding to take a gamble.

It’s truly said, “fortune favors the bold”!

Amidst these thoughts, Fu Qian genuinely removed his mask.

…

Almost instantly, Xiumeng’s gaze turned towards him.

The man had not boasted in vain; it truly was real-time monitoring.

Under that watchful eye, Fu Qian walked over with a smile on his face and sat down.

“It’s actually you! You hid so well, is it the effect of that mask?”

Aike clearly shocked by Fu Qian’s ability to hide his presence, asked through gritted teeth.

“It’s just being low-profile.”

Fu Qian humbly spouted nonsense.

“Besides, how can it be called hiding? I just greeted you.”

Fu Qian looked puzzled as he mimicked raising a glass in a toast.

“But seeing as you didn’t invite me over for a drink, I let it go.”

…

Fu Qian was clearly speaking the truth, leaving Aike speechless for a moment, but then she suddenly realized something that startled her.

“Did you know all along that we were waiting for you?”

“Why else would I leave a mark?”

Fu Qian glanced at Xiumeng’s Demigod bodyguard.

“It’s an invitation, to be honest. If I hadn’t seen you nearby, I would’ve been quite disappointed.”

“Even knowing it’s a trap, you still came?”

Xiumeng’s voice betrayed no emotion.

“So, Mr. Andiel, what is your purpose?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Naturally, it’s to sit down, have a drink, and clear up some of your doubts.”

Fu Qian picked up a glass and gestured for Aike to pour the wine, his demeanor oozing superiority.

“The purpose of your trap was to catch me to confirm certain matters, wasn’t it?”

“I must admit, the trap is quite intriguing, and its concealment is impressive – I didn’t even notice anything was amiss.”

Fu Qian even took the opportunity to praise his opponent.

“There was no choice; given the previous situation, we had to put in extra effort to deal with you.”

In the somewhat silent atmosphere, Xiumeng finally spoke up.

“Since Mr. Andiel is so sincere, I’d like to know if it’s true that the entire city is waiting for the outsiders?”

“Of course, you must have felt it.”

Fu Qian nodded.

“How did they find out?”

Xiumeng glanced at Stoss.

“Isn’t that simple? I told them.”

Fu Qian’s expression did not falter.