Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 912: Chapter 901 Origin Chapter 912: Chapter 901 Origin The more he looked, the more off it seemed. When had Selana become so polite?

Seeing the Half-god of the Blood Clan knocking on the door with such decorum, even a hint of hesitation in her demeanor, Fu Qian furrowed his brows, feeling a peculiar shift in atmosphere.

But, as a businessman, the key is amiable relations bring wealth.

Fu Qian didn’t keep the customer waiting, promptly rising and going downstairs to open the door.

“Mr. Fang.”

Even though she knew Fu Qian was inside, Selana clearly braced herself for the possibility of being turned away.

Fu Qian’s swift door opening eased her mind a bit, and she nodded slightly by way of greeting.

“Welcome.”

Answering her was Fu Qian’s impeccably courteous, businesslike smile, aiming to make the guest feel at home.

Unfortunately, this expression had the opposite effect on the client; Selana visibly tensed up a bit more.

Luckily, Selana, who had summoned significant resolve to visit, after a brief hesitation, still ventured inside.

“Not bad on the recovery, huh?”

Thankfully, Fu Qian’s enthusiasm lasted only about five seconds. After welcoming the client inside, he settled down behind the counter and gave Selana a thorough once-over.

The comment wasn’t just polite talk; after the conflict with Ember, Selana’s condition had nearly been dire.

Yet, in such a short time, she looked mostly restored.

That’s the tenacity expected of a race known for its survival skills.

“So-so, I guess. I must thank you for your help last time, or things might have been too messy to handle.”

Selana’s expression was quite sincere; it was obvious that her gratitude was genuine.

“Don’t mention it. With the current turmoil, we consultants simply share Chief Yuan’s worries.”

Fu Qian waved his hand, full of the posture of duty.

…Consultant, the Night Watchman really has such a position?

Fu Qian’s strange way of speaking left Selana somewhat at a loss.

However, she had no doubts about his close relationship with the Night Watchman. Yuan Shan clearly indulged him considerably.

“Besides, don’t sell yourself short. It was you who prevented the situation from getting out of hand. Chief Yuan’s response later took this point into consideration to a significant degree.”

Fu Qian continued.

This was the truth; Selana sending Brother Tyler to them had been the crucial factor in defining the whole incident, proving internal disputes within the Gulad Family.

Otherwise, does anyone really think that daily truant shopaholic is some kind of saint, worried that hunting more bats might spill too much blood?

…

Clearly unaccustomed to expressing gratitude, Selana looked unsure how to respond to Fu Qian’s words.

“I’ve come this time, actually, to ask for your help with something.”

After a slight hesitation, she went straight to the point.

Really here to ask for help?

And this choice of words…

Fu Qian’s expression became peculiar for a moment, as he restrained a flood of soap opera scenarios in his mind.

“What is it?”

“Recently, some news has broken out in Shangjing. I wonder if Mr. Fang has been paying attention?”

“Oh, I’ve heard a bit about it.”

Fu Qian perked up.

“I heard that including your Bloodline Clan’s Tyler, two young prodigies were successively defeated by a ruffian known as the Grand Fate Ming Emperor. Another named Jiang En even suffered a shattered Dao Heart and withdrew from worldly society, no longer concerning himself with Transcendent matters.”

He slapped the counter, filled with wonder in his tone.

“Indeed, heroes emerge in their youth. I myself am filled with emotion just hearing about it.”

…

“Actually, I went to the Night Watchman today specifically to see Tyler; he’s gotten himself into a bit of trouble.”

It took Selana even longer to regain her composure this time.

“Because of this, Chief Yuan also discussed some new findings with me.”

Could it be she’s here about the scavenging debacle?

Tyler is innocent. I hope Mr. Fang can speak well on his behalf. As long as the Gulad Family’s Bloodline can be preserved, I’m willing to pay any price?

Fu Qian bet that if Selana dared to say such a thing, he would definitely want to fire an Air Bullet at his own forehead to see if work had been too stressful or if he was suffering a bout of mental contamination.

“He mentioned some details about his encounter with the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.”

Back to this again… So Tyler isn’t the focus?

Fu Qian nodded.

“This has caused me some confusion, so I wanted to seek your help.”

Confusion related to the Grand Fate Ming Emperor? Then you have indeed found the right person.

“I would like to borrow the Ancient Reminiscence for a while, to confirm a few things. Is that possible?”

Selana finally made up her mind and stated her purpose clearly.

…I thought so, why would she be so free as to care about the next generation?

Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling that the world had returned to the correct timeline.

And sure enough, as a demigod who had lived for more than five hundred years, she was much clearer-headed than Tyler, directly requesting to borrow instead of return.

As for the previous complicated attitude, it was now understandable; she knew all too well that the biggest difficulty in her request was how to make herself believe that she merely wanted to borrow it.

“Can you be more specific about what you want to verify?”

The next moment, Fu Qian was noncommittal.

“It’s related to the Ancestor.”

Selana was quite straightforward, not beating around the bush.

“Do you still remember the Red Moon before Ember’s death?”

How could I forget that?

Fu Qian nodded.

“Referring to the Ancestor in that manner is not very respectful.”

“That’s Ember’s view. I’d rather they send Divine Punishment for my disrespect.”

Selana smiled coldly.

“It’s a pity that for so many years, even this kind of negative response has never come. The only time I saw it, Ember was heartlessly abandoned.”

“So?”

“I want to know the origin of the Red Moon and the secrets behind the Ancestor’s fall.”

Selana’s tone was very serious.

“What does that have to do with the Grand Fate Ming Emperor?”

Fu Qian nodded, indicating he understood.

“When I went to see Tyler, he made it very clear to me that the Grand Fate Ming Emperor demonstrated some powers of the Bloodline Clan and was in a very unusual state. I began to suspect that he may have some connection with the Red Moon, which ultimately led me to make up my mind.”

I see… So he’s not only mediocre in intellect but also in perception, mistaking a mere cosplay for the real thing?

And you’ve calculated it so precisely, I indeed do have a connection with the Red Moon.

Fu Qian marveled for a while, finding himself at a loss for what to say.

“So, is that possible?”

After explaining herself, Selana looked at Fu Qian with a touch of anxiety.

Dealing with him, she had already suffered too many losses.

No matter how smooth the communication went, she never felt too confident.

Is my reputation really that bad now?

Seeing her state, Fu Qian sighed again.

“Will you also say you need some compensation?”

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Selana’s gaze flickered momentarily.

“Anything is fine, as long as it’s within my power.”

Clearly, she was determined.

Utterly insincere, Brother Tyler set such a good example, and you can’t even bring the compensation directly to the table?

Unfortunately, given Selana’s solemn expression, it was clear she believed that a demigod who ran a bookstore holding money in disdain was a fundamental quality and hadn’t considered it as a viable option.

Forget about it!

Fu Qian let out a long sigh and stood up, making Selana even more nervous.

“Compensation? What kind of person do you take me for? The Ancient Reminiscence was always yours, and I was only keeping it for you.”

“I can even offer some modest help with your investigation.”

The next moment he spoke with righteousness.

No one could be more concerned with the origin of the Red Moon than himself.