Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2059: Chapter 2054: Possible Food

This trip to Shangjing is merely a simple arrangement of matters, without the intention of a prolonged stay.

Even though Fu Qian is the behind-the-scenes manipulator who has stirred up the Academy, after arranging matters, he isn’t in a rush to return.

The busier the affairs, the clearer the priorities must be.

Perhaps it can now be said that the Evil God has truly descended, yet the disappearance of Extraordinary Perception is undoubtedly hard to believe as a normal phenomenon.

Even if not in a rush to change it, one must strive to understand the specific reasons.

Besides, there’s also the restoration of normal communication with the Witch at an early date.

Exploration of laws and research on lunar history are still waiting to be discussed.

And the most important gain from this trip is none other than guidance from the Witch.

She, continuing with astonishing reliability, not only cooperated in confirming the current state but also provided guidance by finding another path.

Regarding how to use the special artifact painstakingly sent by the Witch, Fu Qian has actually just come up with an idea moments ago.

He pulled out a white box from his bosom, opened it, and looked at the "Spine Lock" inside.

After a short period, it had become much quieter than before.

The blood color became dim, the bone spurs on the edges retracted, and overall it was rigid.

And this is even just a paper box, with at most some metal decorations.

Fu Qian had just looked at it; it’s used to hold a special kind of brush.

Although the ranking is astounding, it obviously has a mediocre ability to find food independently; when isolated from living things, it easily becomes stiff.

From this perspective, carrying it isn’t troublesome.

Next, he needs to find something to feed it, which can’t be his own flesh, and to bravely venture to the Night Watchman headquarters doesn’t seem urgent at the moment — but the Divine Being’s corpse in the "bubble" is indeed an idea.

That special Bone Burial Ground may not be accessible to him now, but aren’t there some who expose corpses to the wilderness?

That tree over in Xi Yuan is also hard to find with the current situation, but at a former extracurricular activity site of the Academy, he personally touched a despairing barrier.

...

The Furnace, the place where he first met Brother Weixuan and Miss Liushuang, where one can enter but not leave.

If truly trapped inside, it would also carry an effect akin to reverse memes.

What exactly is that place’s background, it’s a question Fu Qian has always been curious about.

It’s a pity that even during idle chats discussing their outing experiences with Miss Liushuang, there weren’t any special gains.

The relative advantage is the freedom of imagination, such as the example of ambergris he once shared with her.

Although merely a metaphor, even the largest pollutant in it has been eliminated by him, is there a possibility that place is truly akin to the concept of "whale" or "whale fall"?

Invisible ancient gigantic beings, possessing extraordinary remnants with miraculous powers — indeed, within that task he saw more than once, a certain counterclockwise rotating four-hand emblem.

After many days of study, there’s good reason to suspect it’s a symbol of some higher power.

So if luck favors, could that seemingly immobile, traceless yet tangible Transcendent creation be used as food?

Never waste any resource easily, something only known to oneself unquestionably counts as a resource one possesses.

Long before Dame Selana visited, Fu Qian had already made up his mind.

"Does security check examine this kind of thing or not..."

Muttering to himself, Fu Qian casually poured out the contents in the box and repackaged it into a lighter pocket pack.

After confirming there were no issues, he even double-checked another pocket, containing the scientific expedition fund he prepared before the trip.

...

One must admit, the convenience of Shangjing transport every time brings comfort.

With everything done and business temporarily closed, Fu Qian quickly embarked on a nostalgic journey.

Although some spatial crossing methods were restricted, the pass sponsored by Chief Yuan was still effective.

Even before nightfall, he successfully boarded an aerial transport vehicle.

The destination for this trip is somewhat remote, if not departing from Shangjing, it would be more troublesome.

Even due to its remoteness, this time there wasn’t any random unlucky person chosen, as indeed, not all seats were occupied—surprisingly.

"Hello there."

Almost a saccharine greeting, Fu Qian scrutinized a young woman blocking his path.

Long straight hair, a red trench coat, with a smile bright as a flower.

Although her face was not particularly outstanding, her confidence stood out; not avoiding eye contact while greeting and boldly sizing him up.

"You’re seated here? Very honored."

Even during the greeting, she showed no intention of withdrawing her shapely legs perched up, even adjusted her posture as if hoping Fu Qian would squeeze past above.

"Hello."

Though a walking Evil God, Fu Qian is always unpretentious, smilingly responding instantly to greetings.

"Take her down."

Turning his head, he instructed the next moment.

... What?

The eyewitnesses appeared clearly shocked.

"I’m sorry... we can’t do that."

Including two staff members who had helped him aboard.

The preceding interactions were witnessed, completely unexpected to have such a twist, one of them almost stuttering.

"Why can’t you? You see, the person involved has no objections."

Fu Qian replied in a matter-of-fact tone, signaling with his chin.

Hmm...

With this reminder, the two seemed to finally realize something, unable to resist following his gaze.

Indeed quite strange, not arguing, moreover the reaction wasn’t anger...

Such infuriating encounter, hard to endure for anyone, but the young passenger’s face pale with color loss, expression full of broken concern as if caught doing wrong.

"Sorry..."

Quickly apologizing again, the aisle in front was truly cleared, Fu Qian swaggered to his seat.

...

Hmph, the acting decent enough, but while waiting earlier, I carefully read safety management regulations, familiar with standards for contraband.

The things inside your clothes, though uncertain how you brought them onboard, or whatever unspoken grievances, the expedition cannot be delayed.

I have no interest in engaging in airborne terror suspect captures.

In the silence, Fu Qian’s mind drifted to two old acquaintances.

Journeying abroad often didn’t encounter the Night Watchman’s Xiao Zhi and her partner, though the removal of safety risks may have some influence from them.

In addition, this small episode, although the journey won’t be canceled with him seated, might nonetheless be slightly affected.

No worries, originally couldn’t arrive before midnight.

Moments later, as the trip started with efficiency not much later, Fu Qian casually removed the mask.

[Warning, leak incident]