Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 862: Chapter 860: Ignition (34) Chapter 862: Chapter 860: Ignition (34) Old Master Xiumeng proved to be experienced and prudent indeed; no wonder he had become the one calling the shots for the team.

Without any hindrance, Fu Qian walked on water, crossing the grand hall’s walls, completely unsurprised by the Hunting Squad’s reaction.

As he had said earlier, if Xiumeng had been confident he could handle him within a controllable range, he would have made his move long ago.

After all, they were all veterans in this game, and mere posturing served no real purpose.

At this moment, Logan was in a crucial phase, and Xiumeng did not have the courage to take the risk.

Of course, it might be a different story if it were any later since, looking at the time, Old Master Logan would soon undergo the transformation into ‘Three Purities as One.’

…

Fu Qian’s return journey was evidently quicker, and he even intentionally chose a different direction than the way he came.

However, just as he approached the shore and was about to step off the water’s surface, his figure suddenly hesitated.

In this abrupt change of pace, his right hand extended forward, his two fingers pinching a transparent sharp blade.

This strike had appeared silently and without warning; had he maintained his original speed, he would have been squarely hit.

No need to ask, such a familiar tactic was clearly Ballard’s arrival.

His weapon seemed capable of thrusting out from any mirror surface, and though there might not be any chandeliers here, the water surface was smooth as a mirror.

Amidst these reflections, Fu Qian decisively released his grip, abandoning the thought of going ashore and shifted sideways by two steps.

The movement was swift, but even so, as he stepped down, the sensation remained smooth to the touch, carrying even a bone-chilling coldness.

Silently, the surface of the water had already frozen.

As Fu Qian moved, the chill surged wildly, freezing his leg in place.

Looking up, Fu Qian saw a quadruped figure—the Crystal Demigod Ice Wolf.

Its mouth wide open, a dense mist of white breath was being expelled from within.

Such perfect timing, as if it had been waiting right there; was this what they called the ‘bonds of fate’?

Amidst his appreciation, Fu Qian gave up on moving any further, letting the endless frost envelop him.

In just a few seconds, he was entirely encased within a giant block of ice, like a huge piece of Amber floating on the water.

“What’s your relationship with this guy?”

Although not human, the facial expressions of the Crystal were still rich.

After successfully capturing their target, the unique appearance of their quarry clearly surprised her.

After scrutinizing him up and down, she couldn’t help but turn her head to Ballard and ask.

“No relation.”

Ballard denied quickly, and perhaps to show his sincerity, he opened his face helmet to reveal his face as he spoke.

After explaining, he sized up Fu Qian, clearly displeased by this malicious imitation.

“I’ve never seen this guy before.”

“But obviously, he is the one the Prophet told us to find.”

The Crystal wasn’t about to dwell on the issue, glancing at a patch of illusory flames in the center of the lake.

“Let’s take him back first; we need to figure out exactly what’s happened.”

“Alright.”

Ballard nodded, but before leaving, he followed her gaze toward the lake, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he had made some determination.

“Damn outsiders.”

…

Fortunate to ride the Greed War Chariot once again, though in a special form, Fu Qian was quickly delivered to the bottom of the Prophet’s apartment building.

Faced with a figure standing in front of the apartment, his fellow passenger, the Crystal Demigod, didn’t hesitate to throw him down.

“Well done.”

The greeter, however, did not mind at all, smiling and offering praise.

At the same time, several bone claws extended from behind, directly “embracing” the block of ice.

Indeed, standing below was Akasha.

It wasn’t surprising, though. Although this person couldn’t be considered strictly from the Order camp, if Catherine’s matters had developed normally, she would have been forced into service for causing trouble.

Considering their past conflicts, Crystal’s indifferent attitude was entirely understandable.

“Be careful, this guy is quite strange, he might even be trapped on purpose.”

Ballard, clearly possessing a much stronger sense of responsibility, warned Akasha with a grave expression.

“It is indeed strange, how you could look so much like him.”

Upon hearing this, Akasha gave Fu Qian, who was encased in the ice, a thorough look-over, nodding her head as if the matter was of great importance.

This focus was obviously skewed from Ballard’s point, making his facial muscles twitch.

“However, to be honest, black is decidedly more pleasing to the eye.”

And yet, before it ended, Akasha even added insult to injury.

…

Ballard’s gaze was sharp and piercing, but it seemed he had few ways to deal with Akasha’s character.

Fortunately, she did not continue with her sharp critiques, instead revealing a charming smile and leading Fu Qian into the building.

“I will convey your opinion, but the Prophet has specifically asked to meet him alone.”

802.

Moments later, Fu Qian, in a rather peculiar state, paid his second visit to the Prophet’s residence.

Even without setting him down, Akasha reached out with her palm, running it across the surface of the ice block.

One had to admit, her action was quite lewd, but as she proceeded, a not-so-fine spiderweb pattern actually appeared on the surface of the ice.

And as it quickly interconnected, the spiderweb began to unhesitatingly tighten inwards.

The crisp sound of shattering followed densely.

The seemingly fragile spider silk, at this moment, displayed incredible toughness and sharpness; the ice was quickly chopped up, scattering on the floor in the blink of an eye.

And what was miraculous was that when the spiderweb eventually reached Fu Qian’s Mirror Armor, it stopped with extreme precision and instead adhered to it.

At first glance, Fu Qian looked like prey wrapped by a spider.

“Sorry about that, considering the person you’re about to meet is quite fragile, I had to take some precautions.”

Facing Fu Qian, now freed from his icy prison, she explained with a hand over her mouth.

“That’s appropriate, I should thank you for clearing these away.”

Not bothering to pretend to be unconscious, an act which would have been quite uninteresting, Fu Qian lightly tapped his Face Helmet, seriously expressing his thanks with his true appearance.

Just this small movement was enough to sense the excellent elasticity of the spider silk, which absorbed any exerted force during motion.

Indeed, it was a rather fine method of binding, for the average Demigod.

“The spider silk will restrict your movement a bit, but it won’t last long, so don’t worry.”

Seemingly touched by Fu Qian’s sincerity, Akasha’s enticing glance was silky, and even deliberately leaned close to his ear to explain.

“Of course, you can also come find me later, and I can personally help you get untangled… or reinforce it?”

“You have an unfamiliar face, but you look strong too, what a pleasure today is.”

“Sharp eyes.”

In response to Akasha’s bold and ardent compliments, Fu Qian nodded, praising her discernment.

Haha…

After a brief moment of surprise, one could tell that Akasha was genuinely happy.

However, she did not forget her duty, and in the next moment, casually pushed open the door.

“Come in.”

As she spoke, the bone claws reluctantly brushed away from Fu Qian’s body.

“Don’t take too long, be quick about it.”