Facing an Ancient God for a Year

“Where do you want to go?”

The man who stopped Fu Qian was a burly bruiser with a wide back and a thick waist.

He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, nearly two meters tall, with muscles on his exposed arms twisted like cords, shining under the sun like a greased tank.

Ha ha!

In response to his discourteous question, Fu Qian simply smirked sardonically and said nothing.

“Your hand looks a bit special, mind if I ask a few questions?”

His reaction caused the burly man’s gaze to sharpen instantly, and with a cold stare at Fu Qian, he waved his hand, signaling the others to surround them from behind.

“It’s inconvenient.”

Fu Qian ignored this, not even turning his head.

Before he had finished speaking, a dull sound echoed.

Fu Qian turned his head to look, only to see the burly man had landed a punch on a nearby building, stirring up countless dust clouds.

“My patience has its limits, now… is it convenient?”

The burly man’s gaze was sharp, his smile menacing.

Fu Qian glanced only once at his callous-thickened fist, then raised his head to look upward.

There stood a giant stone gate built of grey rocks, at least half the height of the Black Spire at the Night Watchmen Base, looking quite ancient.

“You want to see my hand?”

Fu Qian lifted his right hand slightly toward him.

“Yes!”

Feeling Fu Qian’s unnaturally calm demeanor, the burly man retracted his arm and stared intently at him, while the others were also extremely vigilant.

“Fine then!”

As everyone watched, Fu Qian slowly rolled back his wide sleeves—

A black Heavy Fist, covered in a thick shell, appeared before everyone.

The burly man took an involuntary breath of cold air, but before he could act, the gaunt old man swung his right arm and the Heavy Fist harshly hit the stone gate beside them.

Boom!

The next moment, a thunderous rumbling like mountains collapsing and earth splitting resounded.

Cracks spread like spiderwebs, and the huge arching stone gate crumbled, with stones raining down like droplets.

This…

In that instant, the burly man felt as if his brain had solidified, stunned in place.

And just in that moment of shock, a falling strip of stone nearly hit his head.

Fortunately, someone by his side gave a fierce tug, narrowly averting the blow.

Having narrowly escaped death, the burly man snapped back to reality and scrambled back in haste, his companions also dodging on their own.

After recovering from the shock, the group turned their gaze toward Fu Qian, standing right below where the stone gate had been.

There, they saw him casually retracting his Heavy Fist, then suddenly swinging it.

The next moment, the Heavy Fist transformed into a black and red whip, wrapping around a stone pillar not far away.

With the whip contracting violently, Fu Qian soared like a large bird, bridging a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, weaving through the falling debris.

Before they could act, the slender old man quickly disappeared from sight after several leaps and bounds.

…

A group of onlookers faced the ruins, exchanging glances.

After all, this was Shangjing; although not a bustling area, there were still quite a few passersby.

The sudden collapse of the stone gate had elicited many screams around, and now that the commotion had subsided, quite a few onlookers had gathered to watch.

“Very suspicious, but not someone we can handle.”

The burly man gritted his teeth.

“Contact the Base right away!”

After giving the order, he couldn’t help but look again at the ruins beside him.

It was like the might of a god!

Always proud of his physical strength, he couldn’t help wondering what the scene would have been like if that punch had landed on him?

…

“It’s done already?”

Wen Li seemed quite surprised when Fu Qian returned.

In her imagination, if they were to make a scene, it would be better to engage a bit longer.

“It’s enough; the rest is up to Chief Yuan to handle.”

Fu Qian didn’t give a detailed explanation and simply greeted her before going off to rest.

Hmm.

Wen Li tactfully did not ask further.

Yet, not long after Fu Qian returned to his room, she knocked on his door again, handing him a mobile phone with a curious expression.

Fu Qian took it and held it to his ear, but there was a prolonged silence on the other end of the call.

As a patient person, Fu Qian placed the phone on the table and remained silent as well.

Hey!

After a long while, a leisurely sigh came through the phone, Yuan Shan’s voice full of emotion.

“You really know how to stir things up!”

“No need to thank me.”

“Actually, just showing up would’ve been enough.”

“That would’ve been too deliberate, don’t you think? Isn’t it more natural this way, and more eye-catching?”

“Are the aristocratic families’ attentions diverted now? Are the Chen Family’s people now motivated with a new target?”

“Indeed, they are.”

Yuan Shan’s voice was tinged with melancholy.

“Not only have a group of them identified you as the murderer, but they’re also questioning us about how we could have allowed a dangerous individual with obvious signs of limb attachment to come in?”

“And the persona you chose is too recognizable, it was quickly figured out to be Lu Ming, who was long thought to be dead.”

“That’s exactly the effect I wanted, being known by name makes it easier for people to speculate!”

“Yes, now there are all kinds of theories going around, like Lu Ming faked his own death to escape and secretly advanced to a demigod, then came to Shangjing specifically to seek revenge on the Chen Family, and even the recently advanced Chen Xing has encountered trouble.”

“Do the Chen Family and Lu Ming have a feud?”

“Does it matter?”

Well, that’s true, the power of imagination is boundless!

Fu Qian deeply agreed.

“Even if that’s the case, couldn’t you have chosen a different location? A century-old building, and you just smash it to pieces.”

“Better that than flattening one or two people, right? It’s too fake for a demigod to appear without causing some damage; even TV dramas wouldn’t dare to film it that way.”

…

“Alright… anyway, please make sure to stay at home these next few days and stop causing trouble.”

In the end, Yuan Shan seemed to accept Fu Qian’s reasoning but didn’t forget to give one final reminder.

“Got it.”

Fu Qian agreed and nonchalantly hung up the phone.

Yuan Shan’s call, although primarily a release of emotions, was also to assure herself that everything was under control.

The next step was to see how well she could shake people up.

Indeed, there was another reason for choosing to transform into Lu Ming that he hadn’t mentioned.

The Rebirth Club and the Native Council were clearly not on good terms, as could be deduced from Deng Feizhou’s words before his death.

With this move, Ariel might even suspect that there’s a rival trying to steal business.

What the Divine Envoy would think upon hearing this news, Fu Qian was looking forward to it.

…

As it turned out, Ariel was quite accommodating, settling down for the next couple of days.

During this time, not to mention the Night Watchmen locking down various places, they were diligently searching for the whereabouts of the Limb Reattacher, Lu Ming.

The Chen Family was clenching their teeth, determined to find this murderer.

It’s a pity, despite a sweeping search, the target had vanished as if into thin air, leaving not even a trace to be found.

And as for Fu Qian, the chief instigator, he was currently enjoying fine food and drink at Wen Li’s place, comfortably spending his holiday.