Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 890 - 890 888 Rotting Flesh (9)

Chapter 890: Chapter 888: Rotting Flesh (9) Chapter 890: Chapter 888: Rotting Flesh (9) Is this Brother Jiang En?

For Fu Qian, neither darkness nor hoods meant much.

From his perspective, he could easily discern that this young man was indeed young, forming a striking contrast with others.

Although he seemed calm while bidding, one could still sense a hint of nervousness.

In Fu Qian’s judgement, on one hand, this could naturally be explained by a determination to obtain the material, resulting in fear of loss.

But it could also be understood as caution about his own situation, worried about exposing secrets.

You should know that even in Shangjing, gathering together more than a dozen Middle Tier followers is definitely considered a major move.

Especially the person sitting above, felt almost like they were at the Fourth Phase.

Regardless of strength or age, Jiang En seemed somewhat out of place at this gathering, making one inevitably wonder how he had blended in.

“Picked up an Invitation and Re-entered the Apex with Secret Treasures as a Fallen Genius?”

That plot wasn’t too rare.

Of course, all of these were his own speculations, and Fu Qian chose to quietly observe for the time being.

“I can.”

At this moment, facing the young man’s question, the clearly officiating person hesitated slightly, then nodded in affirmation.

“Good.”

The young man, appearing relieved, agreed to accept the bid.

The underground trade seemed quite fair thus far, with no one maliciously driving up the prices, and he easily secured the serum.

“I need to remind you that this is Shangjing— we don’t want to provoke any trouble here. If this item is discovered, explaining its origin will be problematic.”

After announcing the item belonged to the young man, the host gave a special reminder.

“Thank you for the note, I have my ways to handle it.”

The young man nodded slightly, his tone enigmatic, emanating a completely controlled demeanor.

Although, in Fu Qian’s view, it did smack somewhat of bluffing.

“Heh, alright.”

Seeing this, the host chuckled lowly and did not say more.

Following this, the young man consecutively brought out several items, all materials, and compared to the first two, they were markedly more popular and quickly found their destined owners.

Fu Qian quite admired such efficiency, as, for him, watching this spectacle was costing “life points.”

However, it was clear that the event hadn’t ended yet; the host immediately announced that guests could now freely trade, and the atmosphere grew considerably livelier.

The young man, suspected to be Jiang En, didn’t rush to speak, but from what Fu Qian sensed, he seemed to be expecting something.

“I’ve brought this, ‘Fangthroat.’”
Soon it was a lady’s turn to present, and this guest seemed somewhat nonchalant.

What she held looked like a spiked collar, except the spikes, the length of a little finger, pointed inwards.

“Extraordinary Item, its core is the throat knot of a deep-sea licker. Wearing it can significantly increase the vitality of flesh and blood; unless it’s a mortal wound, a night’s sleep will largely heal it.”

“That’s not increasing vitality; that’s tapping into life force.”

Before a price could even be called, the first discordant voice emerged.

Someone in the crowd scoffed, directly undermining the claim.

“Yes, and indeed, it’s not suitable for you, especially since you can’t even tend to your own wife anymore.”

The owner of Fangthroat was clearly not one to back down, retorting almost instantaneously, evidenced by their familiarity with each other.

Thḭ𝙨 𝒸h𝘢pƚ𝖾r 𝐢𝖘 p0𝕤ƚ𝕖𝕕 bʏ 𝘬𝒾𝖙𝕖𝑛0𝘷𝙚𝑙

This powerful comeback practically shattered the offender’s defenses instantly.

He was unable to hold back the urge to erupt, but unfortunately, under the host’s gaze, he ultimately remained silent.

The owner of Fangthroat issued a similarly cold laugh, then lazily continued with the introduction.

“The side effect is what I just mentioned, plus it can also make a person somewhat irritable, so consider carefully before deciding.”

“I brought the things you wanted,” she said.

However, as soon as her voice fell, a sound arose.

The young man, who had been silent for a while, unexpectedly stood up, walked forward, and handed the woman a box.

He had participated more than once and was well-prepared.

Fu Qian concluded silently from the side.

His actions clearly stunned everyone, but he calmly gestured for the woman to open and check.

“The item is correct.”

The woman took one look and took a deep breath to confirm.

“Are you aware of the side effects?”

“I am.”

The young man’s tone remained composed.

“Good.”

Upon seeing this, the woman also briskly handed the item to him.

“It doesn’t have to be worn on the neck, you can also wear it on your arm.”

She even thoughtfully provided some usage tips.

“Thank you.”

The young man calmly expressed his gratitude, returned to his place, and kept a low profile.

It was about time.

Perceiving the young man’s relief, Fu Qian did not participate in what came next which seemed like wasted time; he quietly left the room and terminated the Blood Conquest.

Our energy is not limitless.

…
It turned out that after blending in inconspicuously, the transaction soon concluded.

People began to leave the room one by one, including the young man who had gained substantially from the encounter.

The host seemed to intentionally let him leave first, and while he seemed unafraid of risks like robbery or murder, he quickly disappeared into the vast night with his gains.

However, Fu Qian did not rush to follow him but waited until most had left to restart the Blood Conquest and swiftly targeted the host.

As the organizer of the meeting, this place clearly appeared to be his residence.

The next moment, Fu Qian saw him handing a dark wooden box to one of the guests who hadn’t left.

That box was undeniably familiar; if he remembered correctly, it was the unsold Phantom Flower Globe.

At the same time, the lady who had sold Fangthroat to the young man handed over the young man’s bid and another box to an old man.

The two hardly exchanged words, acknowledging each other briefly before hurrying off.

Seeing that only the old man was left, deep in thought, Fu Qian did not linger any longer and turned to leave.

This private gathering was indeed problematic!

Stepping outside without pausing, he headed straight towards Brother Jiang En’s residence, contemplating internally.

The implications of the scene he had just witnessed were vast.

The guest who took the Phantom Flower Globe could be understood as not wanting to reveal his identity, requesting the host to auction it on his behalf.

But the lady’s actions were difficult to explain by any standard.

The young man’s bid could somewhat be justified if the item belonged to the host and she was selling it on his behalf, but what about the other item? Even if it was consigned, shouldn’t a price have been mentioned?

So, was there a possibility that all these had nothing to do with consignment, and the participants were just contributing something and pretending to trade by passing things from left hand to right?

This was Fu Qian’s first reaction upon witnessing the scene.

And the sole purpose of the gathering was to let the young man obtain those two items?

Was he who thought he was cleverly scavenging in a high-stakes game actually walking into a trap set by powerful figures waiting to gift him items?

If true, what kind of Child of Destiny scenario was this?