Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 1394 - 1392: Calamity Strikes (7)

Chapter 1394: Chapter 1392: Calamity Strikes (7)

It was indeed the night when the Grand Fate Ming Emperor descended from the skies.

At the crimson scene, caught red-handed with evidence, with a situation that couldn’t be cleared even by jumping into the Yellow River, Fu Qian silently contemplated the timeline of the dream.

Jiang En had expressed it quite clearly; for the owner of this dream, the time when this scene happened was undoubtedly the very beginning when the Grand Fate Ming Emperor appeared in Shangjing to challenge the two young talents.

In Jiang En’s eyes, not only was I arrogant on the surface, but I also played dirty tricks in secret, taking advantage of the situation to guide Tyler Gulad’s predicament, striving for victory without a fight.

However, all of this was perceived by his wise and mighty insight.

It must be said, it truly was a wondrous scene.

Being the mastermind behind many events in Shangjing at the time, Fu Qian was naturally quite clear about the true culprit of the body-dumping incident.

To share in the corrupt grace of Jiang En’s promotion, the greedy worms led the way, setting up a perfect trap of deceiving a youngster.

While the latter was utterly unaware, he utilized the drunken girl devoid of resistance to madly fight against his inner beast, completing the ritual step by step.

In the real world, the person before me was indeed the culprit of the tragedy in the room.

Yet in the dream, I, who was originally the one hiding as the final beneficiary, ended up being caught, unable to defend myself.

A casual thought would make one feel ensnared in calculations, destined to be a scapegoat.

The beneficiary in the end was not just Jiang En, but also the trouble-ridden Tyler.

The Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s reputation failed to sweep the world, and instead, only achieved to be the stepping stone for the twin prodigies of Shangjing.

Marvelous indeed, what a dream this is.

…

“Sounds oddly reasonable.”

After contemplating for a while, Fu Qian finally nodded slightly, maintaining the virtue of facing facts truthfully.

“So the reason you appear here is because you’re worried you can’t beat me?”

Being truthful, of course, included not only praise but also a deep analysis of the involved parties’ inner thoughts.

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

Unfortunately, not everyone has the courage to face their innermost thoughts. When talking eloquently about the misdeeds of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, the meticulous and sharp Jiang En unleashed a meaningless rebuke on the spot.

“Isn’t that so? Then why are you here? To uphold justice, the enforcer of Shangjing in the night? Or because you sympathize and don’t want to see Tyler, who is as famous as you, fall to treachery?”

Unfortunately for such a conjecture showdown, inherited from Miss Harriet’s triple parallel structure, there’s no way he would be defeated.

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate for even a second, directly sneering back.

…

“Haha… there’s no need for you to worry about that.”

It was apparent that Jiang En indeed struggled to handle Fu Qian’s question.

However, with his dominant position, this individual hesitated for only a few seconds before realizing that he could completely choose to skip the question.

“You could actually consider me as someone upholding justice, and then try to think about yourself next.”

“For example, how are you planning to explain things with the Night Watchman?”

“What’s so hard to explain about that?”

Jiang En was actually intending to deliver me to the authorities, which, though not novel, was indeed quite intimidating.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian has always been immune to intimidation, and immediately counterattacked coolly.

He even adjusted the mask on his face to ensure his emotions were communicated, appearing in full control.

The only problem was that the iron cage in his hand was somewhat heavy, taking away a bit of the nonchalance.

Th𝕀𝘴 𝕔hɒp†ɛr ı𝙨 pο𝕤𝕥ɛ𝙙 b𝑦 𝕂𝖎𝐭є𝐧𝙤𝘷ꬲ𝘭

“You’re here, I’m here. You can falsely accuse me of being the murderer; why can’t I point the finger at you?”

“I knew you’d do something like that.”

Unfortunately, Jiang En sounded equally calm.

“Who in the entire Shangjing doesn’t know I stay home behind closed doors, rarely going out.”

“Trying to pin all those incidents on me? Do you think the Night Watchmen are all fools?”

…

“Though it’s just one person, the plan is rather meticulous.”

With clear thought and deft response, Jiang En, who was dutifully pursuing the culprit, exhibited considerable difficulty.

Even Fu Qian couldn’t help but express admiration momentarily.

Looking back at the bed, seeing the red wine lady still dead asleep, Fu Qian surprisingly didn’t attempt to explain further but instead adopted a forthright attitude.

“Tell me, what do you want?”

With a cold smile, Fu Qian even directly sat down.

“Given your current situation, I absolutely do not believe you’re in the mood to play some voluntary cop.”

“You’ve gone through so much to find me here, it really must trouble you, spell out your terms.”

“…Ming Emperor is indeed clear and insightful.”

Staring at Fu Qian, Jiang En’s expression remained unreadable, as though confirming the sincerity of these words.

Of course, it’s hard to say how he interpreted more information from a mask.

Nonetheless, at a certain point, at last, a faint smile slowly emerged on Jiang En’s face.

“Shangjing’s Messenger of Justice isn’t quite my place, today I could entirely have just passed by this place, having seen nothing… at most accidentally picking up something.”

“Something…”

Observing the subtlety in the words, Fu Qian’s tone was thoughtful, seemingly comprehending something.

“You want me to hand over an Extraordinary Item, in exchange for you forgetting what you saw?”

“How could that be?”

Jiang En continued to shake his head and smile.

“I merely coincidentally picked something up, and was so excited about it that I saw nothing else; what’s there to forget.”

…

“Understood… as expected of the famed young prodigy.”

After a few seconds of silence, the fierce-faced Grand Fate Ming Emperor under the mask seemed to fall into a brief hesitation.

But it didn’t last long; soon enough, a deep chuckle emerged from Fu Qian’s throat.

“I had heard that in recent years, you’d faced bottlenecks and were troubled; I was worried the world might lose a talent.”

“Seeing you today, it’s clear that Brother Jiang’s ambition hasn’t diminished, which is reassuring.”

“However, there is one issue: I do have Extraordinary Items, but they mostly cater to my specific abilities. I sincerely doubt they’d satisfy Brother Jiang.”

“Are you planning to have me present each one for your selection?”

“There’s no need for such concern, Ming Emperor. I wouldn’t overstep those bounds.”

Seeing that things were moving smoothly in the desired direction, Jiang En’s mood was clearly quite good as he first comforted Fu Qian’s query, pointing to the side.

“I only want the item in Ming Emperor’s hand.”

“…Oh?”

This time, Fu Qian’s silence was even longer than before.

At that first moment, he had already packed away the Eternal Clarity Mind, and at this moment had only one thing in his hand—the Sweet Dream Cage.

And Jiang En had his eye on this oddly-shaped tool?

“Brother Jiang… have you recently encountered a benefactor?”

Of course, even so, when he spoke again, Fu Qian sounded as if he had grasped something.

“What you want is not the useful but the valuable, because the purpose is merely to exchange for favor.”