Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1639: Chapter 1634: Notification

Although the new Night Watchman leader did not agree, Fu Qian thought it would be better to resolve this matter since he had already decided to issue a warning in this capacity.

Walking silently on the narrow path, Fu Qian appeared to be casual, but he was taking in all his surroundings, exhibiting the bearing of someone conducting a covert investigation behind enemy lines.

As previously mentioned, throughout the entire event, he was not optimistic about the situation with this ancient family.

Even Qiu had unconsciously gained protection; they were under the great tree in the Land of Supreme Goodness. It was hard to imagine being unaffected when in closer proximity to the source of pollution.

Considering the strange nature of these protections, especially the dispelling aura he had seen before, Fu Qian ultimately chose not to march in with Blood Conquest but opted for a normal infiltration.

The former might have a higher chance of encountering mystical accidents, so it was better to proceed in this sociological manner.

It wasn’t long before the facts proved that the latter option was indeed more suitable.

"Please halt."

Just when Fu Qian lamented the Huang Family Estate being quieter than usual and was heading toward the core area, a voice unexpectedly emerged.

Considering he was adopting a stealthy approach and there were no other people around, it was undoubtedly directed at him.

The voice even sounded a bit familiar.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian chose to continue moving forward, as if he did not regard himself as the target of the call.

"Captain Qiao..."

This unusual response exceeded the expectations of the voice.

It took a few seconds for it to resurface, and it directly specified the target.

Oh?

Though he had to acknowledge it this time, Fu Qian clearly didn’t feel any embarrassment of being caught in the act.

He did not flee either; the next moment, he quietly stopped and turned his head toward a nearby pavilion.

...

Intricately carved beams and columns, with morning light on the blue stones.

In this somewhat artistic scene, the dim light seemed to gather into a mist, transforming swiftly into a petite figure.

Clad in sharp black attire, she was very young and, in the blink of an eye, had already strode close.

The familiar style, the familiar face, made Fu Qian naturally imagine the scene of her holding a black dagger, even though she stood empty-handed before him.

No wonder people come when mentioned; he had been reminiscing about the Little Worm who once infiltrated his room, and here he was, meeting the manipulator, the Huang Family guard whom he had taken down with a street-side kick.

If he remembered correctly, did Old Master Huang call her Xiao Ying?

"What’s the matter?"

Not even bothering to confirm his memory, Fu Qian met her gaze, nodded, and boldly asked what she wanted.

"...Nothing. How come Captain Qiao has time to be here?"

As the saying goes, if one does not feel guilty, the guilt shifts to others.

Faced with the naturally imposing Captain Qiao, Xiao Ying even paused for a moment.

But being in her own territory, she quickly firmed her stance, squeezed out a smile, and asked, as if genuinely curious.

"And you’ve come to such a remote place. Could it be that Captain Qiao hasn’t been here for so long that you’ve forgotten the way?"

She even surveyed the surroundings while speaking, her tone slightly exaggerated.

Quite a presence, meeting with a series of questions.

Fu Qian praised inwardly but maintained a calm expression.

"Yes, precisely because I haven’t had time to come here."

The next moment, he faced one of her questions with another unanswered question.

Too bad she’s still too young and doesn’t understand the logic that two negatives make a positive.

"Besides, there’s no need to call me that now, there’s already a new person in charge over in Xi Yuan."

...

"Habits... Should I lead the way for you? Whom would you like to meet this time?"

Though many days had passed, Xiao Ying did not leave a new impression. In merely two sentences, she was already at a disadvantage.

After a brief moment without words, not wanting to be bogged down by the issue of titles, she grit her teeth and chose to strike back.

In her understanding, she was quite certain that this sneaky Night Watchman had come uninvited and was just putting up a front—

"Sure, then please take me to Elder Huang Leji."

Unfortunately, the former kind and amiable leader surprisingly became hard to deal with, nodding with a smile.

"Is it difficult? Blood Lion works too."

Even seeing her speechless for a moment, he went on to suggest an alternative option.

"Huang Lezhan?"

And an even lesser alternative.

"I’m really not sure... Please follow me to the side to wait, while I take a look."

With each name he mentioned, Xiao Ying’s face grew stiffer.

Yet it was impossible not to respond, nor could she drive him out.

Even though he was caught, as the Night Watchman, once he showed no fear of their infiltration being exposed, he was already invincible.

"Alright, thank you for the trouble."

To Xiao Ying’s thoughtful response, Fu Qian had no objections, thanked her, and gestured for her to lead the way.

...

"Please wait here for a while; if you need anything, just tell her."

The later path clearly left Ms. Xiao Ying disinterested, leading silently from the front.

Fortunately, they didn’t travel too far, and soon she found a place to situate Fu Qian, calling a servant over to properly attend to him.

And to monitor him.

Understanding well that the young, respectful maid had actually been given a significant task not to let him wander again, Fu Qian was unconcerned; he accepted the tea served, all the while focusing on Xiao Ying’s movements sensed.

Sure enough, the other party not only refrained from notifying anyone but instead moved increasingly toward secluded areas.

It seemed he arrived just at the right time; the estate’s emptiness had its reasons.

For instance, all the elite were out, or possibly absent.

Sighing in his heart, Fu Qian took another sip of tea.

After noticing the maid who was now somewhat relieved took her eyes away but quickly turned back, she was shocked to find only the teacup remaining, empty.

...

The passage ahead seemed to lead into the mountain?

The Huang Family had been establishing here for years, so it wasn’t surprising.

Moments later, Fu Qian traversed a concealed corner and an even more hidden Dark Gate, finding himself standing in a passage laden with history.

Deeper ahead, he could sense the hurriedly moving silhouette of Xiao Ying.

As for what she was doing here, it was too simple—to lead him to Elder Huang Leji, just as mentioned earlier.

If there was a person who could manage the situation, the family guard would have long sought instructions, not racked her brains over there.

Due to currently unclear reasons, he reckoned the three Huang Family bigshots he mentioned earlier might all be deep in this passage right now.