Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2649: Chapter 2644: The Eight Wicked Women (20)

Aren’t you going to be a bit more tactful for a while? Did you carry out psychological preparation a bit too quickly?

As one of the most complex characters in the background, in the end, it was Lady Nepheli who volunteered, which wasn’t too surprising to Fu Qian.

The speed at which she stepped forward truly gave off a sense of impatience.

Even at a glance, one can feel the genuine smile on her face.

Could she have been waiting for this day for a long time?

For a moment, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

We’ve all been old acquaintances, although there were some misunderstandings and friction along the way. Accidentally sabotaging Lady Nepheli’s plans a few times, throwing dirt, causing colleagues to doubt her, and ultimately forcing her out of the organization... even used her flames for the final cremation.

But as a dignified intellectual, she shouldn’t be so petty, and weren’t you the one who most disliked contact with men?

"Are you ready?"

As it turned out, Nepheli showed no signs of any psychological barriers at this moment.

Without waiting for Wen Li’s consent, she had already stepped over, so close that her breath almost touched his face.

And this eagerness seemingly gained the Hunter’s approval, as Wen Li did not say anything further, providing a gesture that put him in a spectator stance.

"Please feel free."

With that being the case, Fu Qian did not refuse any longer, sighing softly and accepting the beauty offered to him.

"It might hurt a little."

The beauty was also extremely considerate, as the next moment her lips almost touched his ear, gently reminding him.

Snap!

And at that moment, snapped her fingers.

...

Did this part also become infectious?

Faced with the familiar sound, Fu Qian seemed to perceive what meme pollution meant.

It can be confirmed that during prior interactions, Lady Nepheli didn’t have this habit, yet in the blink of an eye, she was the third one to do it.

Of course, now is not the time to consider patent fees; no matter what it looks like on the surface, Lady Nepheli clearly retained her execution ability.

Even before the sound of the snap dissipated, Fu Qian already felt the echo within his body.

Indeed, despite a mortal constitution being not so sensitive, the feeling was still fascinating.

Even due to the remnants of pain from Wen Li and Lady No.7’s literary battles, at that moment, there was a faint sense of relief, seemingly alleviating.

If it was just this, it could be understood as Lady Nepheli having a hard exterior but a soft heart, volunteering to step forward not to torment but rather to save lives.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian on one hand had great faith in her, on the other he could confirm this relief was merely a collateral effect.

Some terrific thing was apparently ravaging his will, even – hiss!

In a strange sound, Fu Qian felt his chest starting to split bit by bit, the pain being so clear.

...

Still imitating?

For Fu Qian, the feeling was equally familiar.

Just shortly after becoming Transcendent, he had tried to open his heart and speak straightforwardly.

But now, it’s clear that it wasn’t due to any restoration of flesh capabilities, but rather a more extraordinary way of replicating a similar scene.

In addition, it could be seen that Lady Nepheli was more generous; previously, he would open his mouth to swallow things, but this time he was exhaling them.

Fu Qian lowered his head to look at his chest, where it wasn’t stained red, yet from inside out a hole had been torn open.

As the change occurred, something slowly squeezed out.

Is this... a heart?

Even still beating vividly, isn’t it the absolute vulnerability for ordinary people?

The sole consolation was that the absolute vulnerability appeared undamaged.

Its emergence from the chest cavity was simply due to a deformation in the connecting pipes, as if overgrowth had pushed it outwards.

Of course, the scenery was still somewhat horrific; despite experiencing many more brutal scenes since transforming into a Thug, don’t forget his current constitution is different.

In the eyes of several Transcendent beings, ’fragile’ wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Fu Qian reached out, gently holding the organ situated externally.

Although the contraction and expansion remained extremely rhythmic, not even slightly quicker, yet he seemed able to feel the wavering Flame of Life within - does it really appear like flames?

Amidst the quiet gaze of a crowd, Fu Qian lifted his head, gazing at the nearest source of light ahead.

As was previously mentioned, the half-burnt candle flame couldn’t serve well for illumination.

On the contrary, because the limited light was rapidly devoured, it instead created a peculiar sense of oppression, as though it might extinguish at any moment.

And at this moment, the risk seemed synchronized with him.

Visible to the naked eye, the flickering flame surprisingly matched the rapidity of the heartbeat.

...

Such familiarity, did Lady Nepheli attend training at the Celestial Sphere Sect?

Rather than being stunned, Fu Qian was delighted, tapping the heartbeat on his heart lightly, recalling distant events.

Recalling the first pilgrimage to the Pontiff, it was in a sacred location where he communed with a person named Orintel.

Back then, the latter had even prepared a gift for him, synchronizing a lit lamp with his heartbeat, bringing inescapable death.

Even then, it was nighttime, evoking a strong sense of déjà vu.

Fu Qian believes Lady Nepheli’s skill would indeed not merely serve as intimidation.

Phew—

Without words, people first exhale; gazing at Fu Qian, Nepheli still wore a smile, blowing directly at the candle flame.

...

So there’s even this part, although during the Celestial Sphere Sect that time, he blew the flame himself.

Appearing gentle yet precise, the already faint candle flame was continually targeted, instantly wavering and teetering.

"What happens if blown out?"

Regarding such a ruthless and taciturn means, Fu Qian expressed curiosity.

"Rest assured, you won’t die, but you’ll be more painful than now."

Nepheli comforted him with a word, indicating not to worry.

"Then that indeed would be quite painful."

Without questioning, Fu Qian carefully savored the sensations within him, acknowledging these specialized methods of torment.

The heartbeat didn’t decrease to the extent of almost stopping along with the candle flame, but the impact had certainly not disappeared, rather absorbed using his body as a buffer through a special approach.

The resulting sourness was truly indescribable.

Even more difficult to describe was the evolving connection between himself and this Dark Sanctuary.

It wasn’t merely executing an unusual punishment; following Lady Nepheli’s breath, Fu Qian felt his boundaries with this place seemingly growing vague.

For instance, whether the candle now counts as an organ of his, the question was somewhat challenging to answer.

"Self" was polluting—hiss, even deepening.

With another tearing sound, Fu Qian realized yet another organ had been exposed.