Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1011: Chapter 1009: Gospel (26) Chapter 1011: Chapter 1009: Gospel (26) The conditions were favorable, and were especially presented before making a decision.

Rather than being offered to himself, it was, in fact, meant for the Rebirth Club.

Liushuang looked at Ji Tong with a calm expression.

It was clear that she was hoping for an outcome that made everyone happy.

The hidden risks in Ji Ping’s abilities seemed to have been removed, and Ji Tong clearly preferred to keep them as good combat forces, and as specimens.

The condition for the exchange was control over the Gospel Group.

One could imagine that internally within the Ji Family, there would hardly be any major resistance.

Because essentially, it aligned with the original plan, just changing from a fake Rebirth Club to a real Rebirth Club.

This was probably why Ji Tong dared to propose the condition so directly.

The only concern, in fact, might concern oneself.

After all, one had always been subconsciously excluded from family affairs, but now the halo of the Saintess of the Rebirth Club should be able to offset that.

Fu Qian left, with Liushuang in the center of attention, she pondered deeply, unshrinking and not rushing to answer.

The next moment, her gaze landed on Ji Ping’s hand and she made a startling statement.

“This is the hand of a dead person.”

“…Its original owner must indeed be dead.”

Ji Ping hadn’t expected the topic to turn to this, held back the urge to withdraw his hand, and explained with a forced smile.

“Not must, you know it.”

Liushuang shook her head and then looked at Ji Xun and the others.

“You all know.”

“I’ve never witnessed the process, but after connecting it, how the miraculous effects were achieved, I can think of some possibilities.”

“This hand comes from a dead member of the Ji Family, who had Bloodline Talent capable of activating Ashfall corpses.”

She swept her gaze over everyone’s face.

“You all can guess this point, but it remains unspoken.”

…

If this were the legendary tactic of luring the enemy in deep, it would require considerable cooperation from the adversary.

Within Silver Mist Manor, Fu Qian’s figure flickered, moving swiftly through the serene scenery.

Using the Blood Conquest, even the top family’s security measures were as good as non-existent.

And following the trace of the Thread of Concern in his perception, Fu Qian confirmed he was quickly approaching his target, and confirmed he had covered a considerable distance.

At this moment, he had already bypassed the location he and Liushuang had turned back from last night, and the target seemed not far off.

Clang! Clang!

The next moment, Fu Qian’s fingers flicked rapidly, sending flying two spikes that seemed to probe out of the Void.

White but not shining, those two spikes resembled bones more than metal, and their strength was surprisingly great.

Hmph!

The closer one gets to the target, the more eager one becomes, an ideal time for an ambush, you think I wouldn’t know?

However, this treacherous and covert ambush was easily blocked by Fu Qian, who didn’t even need to use the Blood Conquest to dodge.

Of course, the ease came at a price—the two fingers had turned into a mist of blood.

As his fingers regenerated rapidly, Fu Qian’s speed didn’t slow down even slightly, emulating a merciless killing machine.

Offend me and think to run?

After today, the world will know the consequences of opposing our Rebirth Club.

Five seconds later, this pursuit like the steps of Death finally ended above a stretch of azure waves.

Halting abruptly, standing on a stone platform nearly level with the water’s surface, Fu Qian stepped down without hesitation.

Boom!

It was as if a bomb had exploded, blasting the stone platform and dark lake water all around, even the fine lakebed stones resurfaced.

“Demigod Lu, as you age, you really shouldn’t be so fiery…”

The next moment, a voice that seemed oblivious to death drifted from a giant cocoon hanging in mid-air.

That semi-transparent cocoon, now prematurely exposed to sunlight, had its surface golden flames growing increasingly splendid.

Even as the thing inside struggled violently, the patterns flickered into bizarre forms.

Apparently, this creature wasn’t quite adapting to the outside environment, so was that why it needed to parasitize in the Ashfall?

Fu Qian silently summed up his observations and then called out.

“Malfoy?”

“How would you know the name Malfoy?”

The voice opposite immediately faltered.

“So, your name really is Malfoy?”

Fu Qian was also a bit surprised for a moment.

“No, my name is Malca…”

“Then where is Malfoy?”

“I am Malfoy…”

The next moment, a ghostly voice arose from behind him, accompanied by two spikes from different angles.

Clang! Clang!

Two crisp sounds rang out.

The two fingers Fu Qian had just healed turned into a mist of blood again, and the twice-damaged spikes finally couldn’t bear the burden and shattered simultaneously.

A figure over two meters tall and thin as a rail then appeared from the Void.

And from that narrow horse-like face, Fu Qian could again see the resemblance to Brother Marko.

Could it actually be three brothers?

Two demigods from the same family, did the parents run out of names?

So, this talented family was also recruited by the Native Council?

“Elder Lu’s reputation is indeed well-deserved.”

The self-proclaimed Malfoy, after appearing, first praised Elder Lu and then looked him over.

The spikes Fu Qian had just shattered with his double strike were actually the tips of his two elongated arms.

They were not fingers, but entire arms twisted and closed into that form.

At this moment, they too were automatically regenerating.

Of course, compared to Fu Qian, the efficiency was still much poorer.

“It’s just a pity that I didn’t manage to beat that waste, Malca, to death.”

“Don’t rush, isn’t he here now?”

Ignoring Malca’s “even if you die, I won’t die” rants on the side, Fu Qian’s regenerated fingers directly transformed into sharp claws.

“So you really were prepared to take on both of us and kill us?”

Malfoy finally seemed a bit surprised.

“You seem to have a deep prejudice against the council!”

“Huh?”

Fu Qian responded with surprise too.

“You impersonated my Rebirth Club not for a friendly contest to spar with me, which would determine superiority and also settle life and death?”

“…That was indeed one of the preliminary plans.”

Malfoy stared at him deeply.

“But from the beginning, we didn’t have much confidence that you would come.”

“Understood, so the most ideal situation would be that everything went smoothly, easily taking control of the Gospel Group, thus successfully infiltrating the council’s influence into the forces led by commoners.”

Fu Qian, stroking the lower edge of his mask, seemed thoughtful.

“Exactly.”

“Even if it didn’t work, with bad luck being discovered by the Ji Family or targeted by the Night Watchman, could it also simultaneously provoke the enmity of two major forces for the Rebirth Club?”

“Exactly.”

It sounded like Malfoy quite appreciated Fu Qian’s clear line of thought.

“So now we have the third scenario, where you were directly confronted in the process, what do you plan to do?”

“Need you ask?”

Faced with Fu Qian’s question, Malfoy let out a strange laugh, but before he could express his feelings, it was Malca on the other side who spoke first.

“Obviously… lure out and kill.”

This one, with only a face left, had a voice filled with ferocity and madness.

“What do you think we are doing right now? Even if there’s the smallest possibility, we’ll be fully prepared.”

“Perhaps you’re not afraid of two demigods, but what about a god?”