Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2643: Chapter 2638: Eight Malicious Women (14)

It’s dark now, so does that mean we can drink?

Fu Qian’s actions were so natural, and so compelling.

At that moment, not only Lisa but everyone in the room turned their gaze toward him, including Miss Liushuang in the far corner.

Combined with the red stains not yet completely wiped off his face, it had a flair of jesting about thirstily drinking cellared blood.

"...Does it taste good?"

Finally, as Fu Qian swallowed the second mouthful, Professor Lisa snapped back to reality and gathered her words to confirm his feelings.

"Not bad, thanks for the treat."

Fu Qian was straightforward and didn’t give a negative review of the drink because of Lisa’s earlier performance.

"Um... I thought you wouldn’t let him drink."

Such principled behavior left even Professor Lisa unsure of how to respond, so after a moment’s hesitation, she turned to Wen Li.

It was somewhat understandable that she was confused; after all, she snatched the drink away earlier, yet now let him take it back to drink, creating a stark contrast.

Though the reasoning seemed a bit odd...

"Because it’s dark."

Wen Li remained calm, casually tidying her clothes to avoid the splattering drink, and gave a reason with composure.

Key point: this genuinely seemed to be her original thought.

For a moment, Lisa was left speechless, utterly at a loss for words.

Anyone would know that isn’t the simple reason, but reflecting back, it actually was Wen Li who said it first when the drink was taken, and Fu Qian, as the person involved, merely plagiarized the answer.

Squeak—

Seeing a stalemate forming here and with no other spectacle to watch, Nepheli, who came in together, went to the entrance briefly stared outside, and casually closed the open gap, keeping the darkness that seemed to pour in at bay.

Even so, through the tiny window, one could still feel the chaos between heaven and earth, as if the whole world was reduced to just this place.

"So why aren’t you drinking?"

And not only her, Yuan Shan also specifically went over to sit by the most mysterious masked person, curious about why she refused Lisa earlier.

...

From someone’s bizarre style, it seemed the atmosphere was quickly veering off track.

Aside from Miss Liushuang, with her hair even wrapped up, how could she not be the most aloof one in the Dark Sanctuary?

Yet, someone casually approached, and the opening line was about dining preferences, which really felt quite intrusive.

But not answering seemed not an option, as the person beside was still somewhat gentle, while the female swordsman sitting quietly behind in the shadows had a gaze that pierced like a thorn.

Indeed, Su Gao’s oppressive presence is always top-notch.

She had been silent since entering and intentionally found a low-profile corner to sit.

Yet with every casual glance during everyone’s exchange, it made it difficult to maintain silence.

"I need to keep my mind clear."

In the end, even the aloof figure couldn’t withstand the pressure, slowly giving a reason.

Her voice was hoarse, and the content was hard to evaluate.

A little alcohol, unless one has an extremely unique constitution, is barely a warm-up for a Transcendent.

Would it make one’s mind foggy? This reason was clearly not credible.

But it didn’t matter; the core was to convey politeness while retaining some restraint, making such an answer apt.

Fu Qian was also one of the spectators, and he found no issue with this answer.

Also, like those eyes, this voice was distinctly unfamiliar, truly not resembling someone from the Academy, which made one even more curious about what kind of face was hidden—

"Please take off your mask."

And as a true understanding person, Wen Li then turned her head to politely make the request.

...

Polite, yet undeniable.

Just as it seemed like there was to be a low-key moment, as the only one with a captive, Wen Li decisively took charge of the situation.

This display of confidence naturally heightened the tension while also having a considerable ice-breaking effect, giving the current scene a theme.

Chitchat time was over; now she clearly wanted to ensure the situation was controllable.

"What if I say no?"

But it seemed that anyone present was not easy to deal with.

The aloof figure clearly wasn’t willing to be interrogated, directly opposing.

"I’ll help you take it off."

The tension escalated, yet Wen Li wasn’t affected.

Without resorting to harsh words, she simply responded calmly, with a firmness that was difficult to doubt, implying she would act.

...

Is it coming to blows now?

Perhaps slightly surreal, but Fu Qian never thought this trip would be harmonious.

As the saying goes, knights violate law with arms, and in his view, apart from himself, everyone maintained their Transcendent physique for a reason; a confrontation was inevitable.

When it comes to that point, that’s when someone like him, delicate yet substantial, really gets to showcase survival techniques.

In this precondition, Wen Li’s straightforward threat actually makes more sense upon reflection, commonly known as laying down the law first.

After displaying a determined stance, next would be for everyone to weigh what price they could accept and within that range, what specific actions to take.

It really was like watching a spectacle; Fu Qian quickly analyzed the current scene and successfully caught the aloof figure’s gaze.

"Ah, so that’s how it is... I get it."

And with a slight nod, the aloof figure seemed to understand Wen Li’s careful consideration, even placing a hand on the mask as if ready to remove it next—Clang!

Unfortunately, that motion did not proceed, replaced instead by a clang in Fu Qian’s mind, as if even his neural functions were disrupted, under intense impact barely maintaining a seated position.

"I hope you know what you’re doing."

And as he silently savored the experience, Wen Li’s words proved this wasn’t a sudden ailment; she even snapped her fingers at the same time.

Clink—

Accompanied by another strange sensation, the clang included another sound, forcefully stabilizing the mind’s clarity and control over one’s body.

The only problem was that clarity made the clang equally distinct, like bone scraping surgery without the sedation but with adrenaline; it’s a feeling beyond description.

...

Alright, alright, so it’s come to blows?

Having roamed the worldly society for so many years, how could Fu Qian not know what’s happening to him?

Facing Wen Li’s threat, the aloof figure evidently wasn’t willing to comply, wanting to spar.

The only issue was choosing the arena.

Clearly, she also had some Spirit Shock skills, opting without delay to use the lone captive as a demonstration board.

Unfortunately, she ran into an expert in this field, Wen Li, who casually helped maintain his mental state.