Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1079: Chapter 1077: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 1) Chapter 1079: Chapter 1077: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 1) Who is this officer belonging to?

Looking at the body that is almost two meters tall, even without a head, Fu Qian let out a sigh of amazement.

On one hand, it’s the size, and most importantly, without a head, he couldn’t even cosplay it if he wanted to.

Never mind, his intention for coming here was to stretch his muscles in the first place.

Quickly making up his mind, Fu Qian took a deep breath, and his face rapidly transformed.

Just before the bloodstain reached the tip of his shoe, he had already changed his appearance to be slightly taller and with profound pupils, easily sidestepping at the same time.

Raising his hand to adjust his slightly lengthened hair, the palm of his right hand was rolling a grayish-white eyeball.

Indeed, the appearance Fu Qian had transformed into was that of the notorious Ji Ping, who used the clout of the Rebirth Club to deceive others and had now been executed.

At this moment, the place he was in was an old but not too dilapidated stone chamber.

The windows were small, the dome quite high, and relatively speaking, it felt more like a chapel’s quiet room than the place where he stayed, with only a rudimentary bed to be seen, and the corpse lay beside it.

It looked like the death occurred no more than a few minutes ago, with clean, precise marks suggestive of an ambush without precaution.

Nevertheless, someone was hastily hurrying over.

Indeed, within his perception, two figures were rapidly moving through the outside corridor, approaching this place.

Rushing back to rest wouldn’t be this hasty; the likelihood of someone responding to an anomaly to find people was obviously much higher.

Just a few minutes after the death and already able to react; at such a critical moment, everyone’s nerves were indeed on edge.

“But what of it? Thinking that I, Ji, will take the blame is not so easy!”

Accompanied by a cold snort, Fu Qian immediately activated the Blood Conquest.

In the next moment, enveloped in a hazy blood mist, his transformed self stepped into a dimension of overlapping realities.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Qian walked straight through the wall, passing by the two people on their way, heading in the direction they came from.

The conditions for containment were clear; the only issue was to confirm first who the Oath Abandoner was.

This place was obviously the free accommodation of the Legendary Small Shop. Considering the late hour, daybreak could arrive at any moment, meaning the resting Hunters could disperse any time now.

There weren’t many opportunities left to meet most of the Transcendent factions all at once; better to seize every moment.

…

It wasn’t until Fu Qian reached the end of this corridor and lifted the Blood Conquest to continue forward that the two who went to check remained oblivious.

Of course, their roars were clearly audible to Fu Qian.

After crossing the corridor and walking a little further, sure enough, as he had guessed, he entered an open-air courtyard.

Following the corridor further ahead was a not-so-tall dome-shaped building.

The architectural form clearly exhibited a solemn religious character; the reason for its lack of height was that most of it had sunk underground, even tilting at an angle.

And at a glance, the door connecting to the corridor was obviously converted from the original windows of the building.

Open a shop in such a place, the boss must also be no ordinary character.

With a praise, Fu Qian did not enter through the corridor but once again activated the Blood Conquest, switching to a different direction.

As everyone knows, what makes those who wait restless is not the long torment, but during that torment, those who arrive late who missed nothing and wait with you.

Such a setting, he presumed, would help him quickly get to know the various factions and successfully find his target.

…

Creak!

One has to say, the shop owner still has quite the taste.

In a place where no one would mind even a simple fence, a classic split baiye door (Traditional Chinese door) was managed to be installed.

This also resulted in the sound of Fu Qian entering being quite conspicuous, making it impossible to maintain a low profile.

Almost immediately, the slightly dim light in the shop was met with eyes from all directions converging on him.

As expected, the presence of a new face like Fu Qian drew much resentment, almost enough to form a river.

Under these circumstances, Fu Qian promptly greeted everyone with a polite smile.

The river seemed to surge even more turbulently.

“Would you like something to drink?”

Surprisingly, the owner of the Legendary Small Shop turned out to be a rather young-looking woman.

With almost blindingly blonde hair and leaning against a huge ancient emblem, she seemed to be the only person in the bar whose mood brightened.

As Fu Qian made his way to the counter, she asked with a smile.

“Sorry, I don’t carry money, but I heard that accommodation here is free?”

…

Stunned by Fu Qian’s frankness, the blonde proprietress paused for a few seconds before replying with a charming smile.

“It is indeed free, and you can take any unoccupied room at will, but the view here isn’t as good as over there, you know?”

At first listen, her words sounded like a sales pitch for selling more drinks.

After all, a glance around the shop showed that aside from the front and back doors, the other broken windows were simply sealed with bricks and stone; compared to the homicide room from before, it was hard to see where the view was better.

But Fu Qian understood the real implication of her words.

Keep an eye on the changes around you, and be ready to react at the first sign of anything unusual – and that change was not just referring to the outside but also the people in front of him.

Although according to the bits and pieces in the mission introduction, it didn’t seem like there was too direct competition among the Hunters, their reaction to him said it all.

Human nature is indeed fascinating; in fact, how many people gathered here are really just for drinking?

To keep an eye on both the outside and peers, to not fall behind under any circumstance, that’s the real deal.

“This is indeed…”

Taking another look around with the proprietress’s reminder, Fu Qian frowned slightly.

“My friend, if you don’t mind, you are welcome to sit over here.”

Just as he seemed hesitant, embarrassed by his empty wallet and thus unable to indulge in pleasures, someone spoke up.

…

The patrons of the little shop could almost immediately be seen divided into several factions.

The largest group was a mix of assorted mercenaries, either drinking alone or conversing in small groups, with an apparent lack of submission to one another, at most exhibiting a fragile alliance.

In contrast to them were two groups that were clearly operating as a unit, having a certain sense of discipline.

The one who called out to Fu Qian belonged to one of these groups.

…

This is more like it, in tense moments, a suspicious newcomer entering under the watchful eyes shouldn’t need to pay for drinks!

With this expected change, Fu Qian went with the flow contently; he didn’t feel the least bit indebted.

The reason was simple: this group came from the Siren Group, and when it comes down to it, they owed him a substantial amount of money.

And how did he recognize them? The guy calling out to him, Fu Qian even knew his name.

Gerard, wasn’t he the one who offered him a big sum to be a cannon fodder in the last Angel Dungeon incident?