Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2661: Chapter 2656: The Eight Wicked Women (32)

It seems like something indeed remarkable is happening.

The abrupt end of the female teacher’s lesson is undoubtedly a regret in life.

But as for Lady Nepheli’s behavior, Fu Qian doesn’t harbor blind dissatisfaction.

Because at the next moment, even as slow as he is, he still felt something special.

Joy?

An extraordinary word also appeared in his mind.

Yes, that joy.

The key to the True Self, an endless recursion of living desire.

Theoretically, it’s indeed something that should be worshipped in the Dark Holy Hall before our eyes.

No wonder Lady Nepheli reacted so strongly; having traveled far and wide for so many years, with her profound knowledge, she must know how disgusting this thing can be.

And this mutation was clearly unexpected for her.

Which means even those like her who understand the essence of the world and disregard life and death couldn’t predict such changes within.

So, this is not the Dark Holy Hall digesting, is it—of course not.

"Was it you?"

In the next moment, without getting a response from Fu Qian, Nepheli turned to look at the person beside him.

"It was me."

And Wen Li really responded, even nodding slightly, her face shining with a special luster.

Although it was not yet like other parts, growing fine scales like those of aquamarines.

But it was enough to prove that she had indeed gone all out just now and done something extraordinary.

Besides, for Fu Qian, there was even an additional piece of evidence.

Even back at the Academy, regarding the relationship between Wen Li’s demigod form as the "Sufferer" and Lord Stomach, there had been some brainstorming.

Wen Li even admitted herself to have mastered the ability to activate emotions.

So, the key question here is—

"Why?"

At that moment, Nepheli didn’t continue, instead, Yuan Shan posed a soul-searching question, unable to comprehend the behavior before them.

Unfortunately, she still didn’t receive an answer; Wen Li just reached out to the candlestick before her, placing it between herself and Fu Qian, and leaned forward.

...

Is this the legendary pink bubbles in every breath?

At that moment Wen Li’s face was close enough to almost touch, sharing breaths was needless to say.

Such proximity wouldn’t be significant normally, but combined with the omnipresent aura of joy, it had an astonishing effect.

As for Fu Qian, he didn’t forcibly suppress it but rather savored the sensation carefully, even commenting on Wen Li’s special appearance.

As for the candle placed beside his hand, it seemed near its end.

As a conceptual item connecting to his heart, that was undoubtedly bad news.

But there was also good news; he somehow didn’t need to worry about this bad news because the originally estimated countdown matched the state of the candle flame.

So much that Fu Qian didn’t ask why Wen Li performed this series of actions—hiss!

It seemed not worth asking.

With just a glance, Wen Li turned her head and raised her hand to block an incredibly fast black spire.

And for Fu Qian, the latter was very familiar indeed, it was precisely Chief Yuan’s handiwork.

Everyone was experienced and knowledgeable; apparently, the current situation’s severity struck them too.

Facing Wen Li’s near-acknowledged demeanor, Yuan Shan acted decisively.

Very reasonable, considering how tense the situation was and suddenly someone went insane; it’s quite terrifying.

And considering that the group in front of them were even locked inside the Sanctuary, escape was impossible, so they could only try to stop things from deteriorating.

The only problem—the original target of the black spire was not Wen Li but the candle flame.

Indeed, though it was Wen Li who instigated the incident, Chief Yuan, in anger, seemed intent on putting her captive in peril.

It’s a pity Wen Li seemed to anticipate this and promptly prevented such a tragedy.

Of course, Chief Yuan’s fury wasn’t easily borne.

Wen Li’s hand that blocked the attack was pierced, but what flowed out wasn’t red blood, but truly a rainbow-like fluid.

At a glance, it seemed like solidified emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, human emotions all condensed within.

...

What does this mean?

Chief Yuan’s behavior somewhat seems to bully the weak.

As the victim among victims, Fu Qian theoretically has suffered threefold —

The ravages from Lady Nepheli, the "Poison" incited by Lisa, and the joy spread by Wen Li...

As someone with an ordinary constitution, he was already on the verge of breakdown, yet Yuan Shan ignored the evident culprit and decisively inflicted a fourth blow?

This behavior is simply—too reasonable.

At that moment, Fu Qian commented on his rough ordeal, seemingly obtaining an answer to a previous question; namely, what these ladies were here to do.

No matter how fierce they seem, none of them seems quite willing for him to meet his end?

Indeed, even for Chief Yuan, who perpetrated atrocities, Fu Qian held the same view.

Although he may appear scary wanting to kill someone like him, a demigod surely had ample means, no need for such bluntness.

And in such circumstances, Wen Li wouldn’t easily protect him.

If there was no real intent to kill him, why do this?

Because they wanted to gauge Wen Li’s reaction, see if she cared whether he was killed.

This was Fu Qian’s understanding.

From this point, it seemed that even though the two cooperated from the start, Chief Yuan still had another agenda.

Of course, some thoughts passed fleetingly and weren’t given a chance to be thoroughly savored.

Because simultaneously, something even more peculiar emerged.

Following the initial enchanting aura, an unusual wave of joy surged again, as if refined beauty extracted amidst pain.

Hmm?

Despite obviously not getting hit, Fu Qian noticed the candle flame flickering before them.

Uh—

And that wasn’t even the focus; at the same time, someone simply let out a low gasp, it was Lady No.7, who hadn’t spoken in ages.

Even for her, the hoarse voice carried an unusual tone.

...

Words truly shouldn’t be spoken carelessly, statements like "monopolize everything" and the like.

Joy not only comes alive, but even breaches individual boundaries, overflowing recklessly.

Though the scene seemed bizarre at that moment, Fu Qian could easily understand what occurred.

The source of the shock was easily deduced; the greatest change was Wen Li being wounded.

And back when he first encountered these things, he had seen people exploit themselves seeking pleasure.

The key here was that, apart from him, there were others sharing the sensation, proving it wasn’t merely due to being bound with Wen Li.

It appears Wen Li had surprisingly linked everyone’s joy together through sudden frenzied actions.