Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1576: Chapter 1571: Workshop (8)

"And then?"

Without any hesitation, as soon as Miss Yingzhu spoke, Fu Qian’s fingers had already flicked out the shiny gold coin.

This utterly straightforward demeanor, with its fluidity and firmness, was so impactful that it instantly provided the perfect commentary on the preceding speech.

Oz’s increasingly serious gaze underscored this point significantly.

"What do you feel about the pattern on it?"

And Lady Yingzhu, befitting a formal examiner, although her expression was equally solemn, did not hesitate much in her response.

"The level is high, quite vivid."

The gold coin bore the same pattern on both sides, and Fu Qian directly placed it standing on a nearby low cabinet, commenting while watching the silhouette inside.

"And what else?"

This answer was clearly more in the realm of appreciation, and Yingzhu frowned slightly, seemingly unsatisfied.

"It’s exceptionally clever in utilizing the material. If it were not for this purity of gold, it would be difficult to capture such a texture of the body."

Without blinking, Fu Qian replied fluently.

"...Apart from these, did you not discover anything else special? Perhaps something related to how it was found?"

Yingzhu finally couldn’t resist correcting the direction of the questioning.

"Are you referring to the patterns drawn on the wall? Of course, there are."

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian still answered unhesitatingly.

"Although they seem far off, they clearly follow some common elements."

"That is also why when Lord Oz told me his favorite was this one, I had no doubt. It’s evident that the various patterns hidden in that place should correspond to different gold coins—"

As he spoke, Fu Qian’s gaze even rested on the surrounding walls.

"Just like here."

"Why do you say so?"

With this sudden proper answering posture, Miss Yingzhu, appearing somewhat satisfied with her long gaze, chose to continue probing with narrowed eyes.

"Isn’t it obvious? Just in this brief moment, I’ve found many familiar things, the same ones seen at the previous place."

Fu Qian shook his head, and in the next moment lightly flicked the gold coin, letting it spin around.

"They seem to correspond one-to-one, and the nature of their relationship should be similar to the patterns on the gold coin, derived from following some core elements—in all honesty, I believe these on the wall are probably the original versions."

"...You really do know what I’m trying to ask."

After such a sweeping charge, the examiners were slightly subdued, as revealed by the shock in Miss Yingzhu’s eyes that couldn’t be concealed.

"So what did your initial answer mean? Reverse psychology deliberately avoiding the main issue?"

This was clearly accusing Fu Qian of his initial artistic appreciation comment, thereby expressing dissatisfaction with his answering attitude, only for Fu Qian’s response to be excessively candid.

"It was you who first avoided the main issue."

Snorting coldly, he flatly pressed down the gold coin, his tone already exuding impatience.

"This kind of information that’s so easy to interpret, I see no value in discussing. Don’t try to tell me this is what’s called a test."

...

Being overly dramatic is never a psychological state that can be easily mimicked, even for the special organization that uses it as protective coloring.

Honestly, regarding their idea, Fu Qian still found it somewhat amusing.

Up to this point, the experiences along the way still involved no extraordinary elements.

Everything that happened today could still be interpreted as a mutual admiration society composed of melodramatic patients, trying to create a mysterious atmosphere.

The Night Watchman’s constraints on this are not very strict, having encountered similar groups before in Dunis.

That is to say, if one does not pass the test, the difficulty in risk control is notably minimized.

However, while the idea is good, unfortunately by Fu Qian’s standards, their level of execution is somewhat lacking.

Simply put, they’re not melodramatic enough.

Taking this good opportunity, why not let them witness a high-level melodramatic spirit, offering a little guidance.

The previous "The world is wrong" is one point, and the disdain for the bureaucratic red tape at this moment adds another point.

"You really are very different..."

And it seems this effort was not in vain, as the two across clearly had been influenced.

Slowly emitting a sigh that perfectly fit the style of the artwork, Miss Yingzhu’s expression suddenly turned serious, her finger pointing at the wall.

"You’re right, what’s drawn here is their most original form, and I can tell you very clearly, within these seemingly simple patterns, are the rules that govern the world."

"We assume that everyone who obtains the gold coin has the potential to resonate with it and form a connection. Since you don’t like the step-by-step approach, go ahead then."

"Observe, feel, then show me what you have gained from it."

...

This is indeed in line with the philosophy of the Post-Blind Eye Society.

Miss Yingzhu’s suggestion was entirely unsurprising, causing Fu Qian to naturally recall his attempt to temporarily wield the ’Holy Garment’ back in the underground ruins.

At that time, I also used the patterns to establish a particular connection, thereby driving that incredible power with a mortal’s body.

"Due to your excellent performance earlier, you now have the entire night."

Miss Yingzhu’s words continued.

"Oz and I will leave this place to you. By the time the sun rises tomorrow, hopefully, you can prove the notion that destiny is calling—"

"No discovery."

Regrettably, she was abruptly interrupted before she could finish speaking.

The latest candidate showed no sense of urgency, even shaking his head directly.

"What do you mean?"

This unexpected change clearly deeply shocked the examiners.

For a moment, even the previously low-profile Oz couldn’t help but ask.

"I’ve been observing since earlier. I’m very certain that even if I sit here all night, there will be no discoveries."

Despite seeming to forfeit, Fu Qian still held an arrogant expression.

"I admit they are special, but at the end of the day, they are just patterns. I’m very certain I won’t receive any feedback of world rules from them."

His gaze even returned to Yingzhu and Oz’s faces as Fu Qian shook his head slightly.

"I also don’t believe this is the so-called power to hunt deities that was written in the original message."

During that time in the underground ruins, I did indeed comprehend an ability through effort, but that was far more than just a pattern.

The Golden Armor, along with its corresponding patterns, collectively sealed and dominated the extraordinary characteristics contained within.

If the source of this technology is the Holy Grail Sect, then these elements are likely indispensable.

Casually sketching some lines to imply sitting and contemplating the Dao is seriously underestimating us melodramatic enthusiasts.