Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 993: Chapter 991: Gospel (Eight) Chapter 993: Chapter 991: Gospel (Eight) The legendary Silver Mist Manor, however, did not possess the imposing appearance that had previously existed in Fu Qian’s mind.

Although still grand, strictly speaking it resembled nothing more than a few mountain villas, clearly showing signs of age.

Naturally, the manor was well-maintained, but it still did not seem to accommodate many people.

Of course, after Ji Liushuang’s brief introduction of its boundaries, Fu Qian had come to appreciate its dominating aspects from another angle.

Regardless, the place could be considered at most an ancestral home, and given that the Ji Family’s business spanned globally, there were likely not many people still residing here.

It was indeed good news that he had received shortly after beginning his collaboration with Miss Liushuang.

With fewer people from the Ji Family here, it meant the number of targets he needed to confirm was significantly reduced, not to mention that not everyone would inherit the family’s talent.

Although Fu Qian was quite satisfied, the expressions of the two companions were not very pleasant.

Ji Liushuang, already wounded, showed no joy of returning home amidst her haggard appearance.

As for Ji Mingzhe, whether it was Ji Liushuang’s attack or the presence of an unexpected guest like himself, neither seemed to please him.

And visibly, he had already conveyed this emotion as evidenced by the welcoming team of a man and a woman, whose expressions matched his.

“Hello, Professor Andiel,”

said the man leading the team, who was noticeably older than Ji Mingzhe and only bore a slight resemblance to him.

However, with decades more cultivation, his demeanor was much more courteous.

“I am Ji Xun, and I appreciate your help with Liushuang.”

“You are welcome, it was nothing,”

Fu Qian maintained his scholarly aloof demeanor, offering polite words without further conversation.
Seeing that even Fu Qian had no intention of removing his facial mask, Ji Xun’s gaze flickered, turning directly towards Ji Liushuang.

The capable-looking woman beside him was meanwhile directing a group of people attending to Ji Liushuang’s injuries.

“How could you have gone there by yourself?”

Ji Xun then, without showing much concern, spoke with a sternness typical of an elder.

“If it weren’t for Professor Andiel, do you realize how dangerous it would have been this time?”

Even though his words sounded well-meaning, they carried an odd undercurrent.

“Did you not inform your mother?”

Faced with the reprimand, Ji Liushuang remained composed and even inquired about her mother’s condition.

“She doesn’t know; her health has just recovered, and we didn’t want to upset her, although it seems you don’t mind.”

This time, the woman responded emotionlessly, her tone slightly bleak.

Miss Liushuang, what status do you hold in this family?

Seeing how Ji Liushuang paled at being provoked in her mother’s name, Fu Qian inwardly sighed.

This woman was indeed a Transcendent, but clearly of a lesser caliber, and from the way she interacted with Ji Mingzhe, she even seemed to be assuming a role akin to that of a steward, and yet she spoke like this to a daughter of the Ji Family?

It should not be the case, even if it was a result of elopement, but after all, she was born to the Princess Ji herself, the blood relation was completely secure.

Could it be some special reason?

It looked like had it not been for his visit, even Old Master Ji Xun might not have appeared.

The reputation of the Academy was indeed useful after all, being one of the few research institutions in the Supernatural World.

Well, the effect was about reached.

“Go attend to your injuries first, and after you’ve recovered, we need to clarify the situation.”

Seeing Ji Liushuang staying silent, Ji Xun refrained from pressing further and signaled the group to take her in for treatment and turned to invite Fu Qian for a drink.

However, possibly due to Fu Qian’s less than courteous manner, his demeanor grew even colder, displaying the pride of a top-tier family.

Of course, he indeed had the right to it, as Ji Xun, seemingly in charge of the manor affairs, truly appeared to be a real Demigod, significantly stronger than Ji Mingzhe.

With such status and power, he wasn’t afraid of offending an Academy Instructor; it was merely a matter of giving face to the Academy.

Demigod Level Ashfall, I wonder if it has something to do with the mission’s target parasite.

Fu Qian, of course, did not mind and while mulling over the objectives of his mission, shook his head naturally.

“Thank you, no need. I am still a bit worried and would prefer to check on Liushuang’s injuries first.”

“Alright.”

As for his decline, Ji Xun was not too surprised.

After all, wearing a mask did not seem conducive to drinking tea.

Upon following Ji Liushuang’s medical procession into the interior of the building, just as Fu Qian was admiring the understated luxury of the top-tier family, unsurprisingly due to medical privacy, he was asked to wait outside.

After a brief silence supervised by several people, the poker-faced woman emerged from the room, annunciating that the treatment was complete, and Ji Liushuang was resting but could be visited now.

“Teacher Andiel, thank you for your efforts today.”

Inside the room, only Ji Liushuang was present, now dressed in loose clothing.

Additionally, perhaps at her request, a classical-style wheelchair had been set up for her to use.

As Fu Qian entered and came to visit, her weary face struggled to muster a faint smile as she thanked him once more.

Of course, the true intent of her words was to remind Fu Qian that their conversation was under surveillance.

“It is my duty.”

Instantly grasping это, Fu Qian moved to sit by her side.

“…I was indeed careless this time!”

Ji Liushuang sighed softly, her words carrying a hint of double entendre.

“Rest for a little while longer; I still need to clarify the situation.”

“That’s fine, but this Ji Family tradition, isn’t it a bit too harsh for the younger generation?”

…

Coming to terms with Fu Qian’s meaning, Ji Liushuang couldn’t help but be startled.

Wasn’t she expecting that after her warning, he would speak so candidly, directly critiquing Ji Xun’s earlier behavior?

Not planning to be discreet at all?

“The Ji Family’s discipline of its descendants has always been strict, especially given the recent accidents, the elders are probably not in the best of moods.”

After a slight hesitation, she nevertheless explained.

“Accidents?”

Fu Qian seemed quite interested.

“Apart from your mother and yourself, what else has happened?”

“…Recently, a family descendant was murdered in the Wasteland, and the culprit is still at large.”

Clearly puzzled why Fu Qian would focus on this issue, Ji Liushuang hesitated briefly before answering truthfully.

The Wasteland, huh? That probably has nothing to do with my mission.

Fu Qian appeared slightly disappointed, but then he connected something—

A Ji Family descendant murdered in the Wasteland, with the killer still at large?

Was it the demise of Fat Angel Ji Yicheng that I assisted?