Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2048: Chapter 2043: The Advantage of Weakness

Very well, it looks like everyone has successfully reached a consensus.

Enlightenment has always been a complex discipline, and often, mastering the truth does not guarantee acceptance by others.

For example, under the impact of the shattered lamp just now, the people of Linghui were indeed deeply shocked, but it was still not enough to make them immediately sit down and forget everything.

But now it should be enough.

The previous exchange, along with Old Master Veron’s silent actions, were enough to shatter the last trace of rebellion, making them realize that there was no choice in certain matters.

Of course, one could appear to comply outwardly and disobey inwardly, but would such a naturally proud group really accept hiding behind others at such a crucial moment?

"Do I... also... have to...?"

Seeing that the hall was suddenly filled with a group of people meditating with closed eyes, Professor Lisa, feeling the strangeness of the change, even turned her head carefully to confirm with her lips, trying not to make any noise.

"No need... Leave professional matters to the professionals."

Fu Qian shook his head at this, indicating that someone like her, without the right aptitude, shouldn’t join the fray, even gesturing towards Cass.

Hmm...

Lisa followed his gaze and saw that this leader of Heaven’s Commencement Institute was actually toying with a shiny piece of stone, starkly contrasting with Veron next to him, clearly showing no intention of getting involved.

And upon closer inspection, the shape of that stone was very familiar, seemingly a piece that had fallen from the chandelier earlier.

Only after being separated from the whole, the originally distinct blue was now almost invisible, reverting to a pure water-like quality.

Truly exceptional restraint.

This attitude of trusting professionals was indeed touching, but even Lisa, watching that gesture at that moment, felt a bit of an urge to hit something.

These two bastards...

With a silent sigh, she sat upright, looking straight ahead, trying to salvage a bit of image for Heaven’s Commencement Institute.

...

"Professor Fu... are you sure this will work?"

Fortunately, the awkwardness didn’t last long. A moment later, Professor Veron reopened his eyes and quietly asked the two giants of Heaven’s Commencement Institute.

It was clear that after trying out the reflective suggestions provided by Fu Qian, he was not very successful.

"Not sure."

Fu Qian’s response was so straightforward that it startled Professor Yang into opening his eyes as well.

"That’s why we need you to confirm."

And faced with this concentrated scrutiny, Professor Fu, never one to feel guilty, nonchalantly gestured towards the others sitting below.

... So, we need to focus on the condition of others and don’t really expect any gains from us?

Instantly understanding his meaning, Professors Veron and Yang glanced at each other, ultimately opting not to voice any objections.

After all, in terms of both expertise and responsibility, this task indeed should fall to the two of them.

However, having such a determined attitude that they, even as Demigods, are likely not going to gain more than others, was slightly disheartening.

But the minor negative emotion was completely insignificant, as their sharp gaze quickly swept across the faces of those sitting below.

Moreover, this was just a surface phenomenon. As semi-gods of the Psychic Series, their abstract perception was also impressive, making an effort not to miss any peculiar movements.

And such a stance served as a reminder to the Divine Ashes Institute personnel, slightly distracted by the previous conversation.

...

Ranking does not represent everything; it could even be a hindrance in some aspects.

Didn’t you see the necessity of using an oscilloscope to find someone after being honored as the Abandonment King?

Fu Qian naturally understood their small grievances— but that indeed was the reality.

In his judgment, even if the influence of the Jade Soul Master remained, the probability that the two Demigods would perceive it would only be less than or equal to others.

Essentially, it was akin to an erosion at the cognitive level.

Unless the Jade Soul Master was selectively feeding on the larger entities, lower-ranked individuals in the current group would have even less resistance.

Therefore, seeing the number of participants in the hall made Fu Qian quite relieved.

Although relatively targeted, his plan still had too many uncontrollable elements, so he had to rely on quantity for success as well.

Strength creates miracles; every member of the team is important.

However, once set on the right track, there would be little left for them to do.

With two Demigods as overseers and the stakes being so high, no doubts would slip past them...

After another long wait, more than one pair of dazed eyes began to open, each displaying bewilderment.

It was apparent that even with the guidance of external professors, the results were still not ideal, ding—

In the next moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the direction of Professor Yang.

And Lisa, drawn by the sound, looked over to find that, without a hint of sound, the latter had ended up with bright, shiny chandelier fragments, just like Cass, but two pieces.

The peculiar sound was created by the fragments striking each other.

Furthermore, there seemed to be an electrical current tearing within the crystals.

Ding, ding...

Amid continuous sound, the "air," which had already cleared up more than at the beginning, experienced the emergence of a certain peculiar vortex reverberating within it.

"Si Lei."

And just as Lisa finally felt an extra bit of unease, the latter paused his actions and called out a name.

Hmm?

A few seconds later, a young face with a particularly slender nose bridge opened its eyes and walked over curiously.

...

"Any discoveries?"

Completely unaware of interrupting others, Professor Yang directly asked.

"Unfortunately... a very special psychological feeling, but no results."

Being asked, this person certainly didn’t dare to complain and simply shook his head lightly, looking over at Fu Qian on the other side, without outright denying the idea.

"Is that so..."

Prof. Yang even followed along with the glance, looking somewhat surprised at the reaction of Professor Fu just now under such a special impact.

But his gaze quickly shifted to Veron’s face, exchanging a look.

"Professor Fu, you might slow down a bit."

Clearly understanding his intention, Veron gestured to Fu Qian, indicating he could take a short break.

"Si Lei."

While Fu Qian graciously followed suit, Veron already stood up, signaling the young man to approach.

Almost simultaneously, a strange mask appeared on his face.

Black and white, shaped like someone crying, depicting a forlorn expression, at a glance, causing dopamine levels to plunge straight down.

It seems somewhat familiar.

For Fu Qian, there was even a sense of additional familiarity—

Because during the situation with Ian’s murder and the first encounter with Old Master Veron seeking justice, the latter wore just such a mask, highly effective.

Uh...

The young man named Si Lei also demonstrated this point, with his expression twisting almost instantly.