Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2686: Chapter 2681: You Passed

Close Combat Mage, Martial and Demon Dual Cultivation.

Even though Miss Wen usually likes talking to people about their feelings, when she runs into someone completely impervious, she too knows a bit about throwing hands.

Realizing that Professor Fu’s group meeting this time wasn’t a joke, that he really wanted her to go all out, she clearly didn’t hold anything back.

Vmm—

Even the sound effect was different from the norm; when that serious punch landed squarely on Fu Qian’s chest, the impact sounded like a bell tolling, clearing the heart and soothing the spirit—so this is what "transcending the dead" really comes down to.

Yet that was just the first fragrance; savor the lingering echo and it turned into demonic music drilling into the ears, driving up all sorts of budding, wayward thoughts...

Aside from that, the purely physical component was equally terrifying, completely no weaker than a Demigod Level Air Bullet.

You could only say Miss Wen really hadn’t been exaggerating—this punch, an ordinary Demigod might not be able to take it.

"Not bad—you pass."

Fu Qian, who’d just taken a solid punch to the chest, sized up Wen Li, who’d retreated and now waited nervously for his comments; he not only nodded and gave her the same high rating, he even followed up with a completely baffling line.

"You, do it again."

And before the two directly involved could voice their confusion, Fu Qian had already turned back to the lab assistants, explaining why he’d said what he did earlier.

Obviously, Miss Liushuang was only "not bad"; she hadn’t passed.

"Mm... alright."

Maybe she couldn’t understand this move, but Ji Liushuang likewise had no objections, pressing her hand to the Sword in the Stone she’d just sheathed.

"Hold on a moment."

Right then Professor Fu indicated he wasn’t ready yet; under the gaze of the two young people, he untied a ribbon wrapped around his hand and tied it over his face, covering his eyes.

...

That’s right, Eldest Son’s Perspective.

This special reward he’d just received was suddenly coming in handy.

The core of this whole performance just now, of course, wasn’t to test how much the two of them had improved; the core was still the hidden danger mentioned earlier.

In the mission they’d just completed, Wen Li and the other could both be said to have contributed a great deal; correspondingly, they had also shouldered considerable risk—especially Wen Li, who had taken the initiative to trigger the ecstatic burst.

So after waiting a bit in Shangjing and finding that Chief Yuan hadn’t come knocking, Fu Qian simply used the newest transport mode to seamlessly hop over here and check on the situation.

And from what he’d seen so far, things seemed relatively ideal.

On one hand, they knew absolutely nothing about what had happened inside the Dark Holy Hall; the "guests" who’d appeared in the mission at the time were essentially cognitive constructs of his own, not the people themselves entering the dream.

On the other hand, perhaps due to the efficiency of their mission completion and short exposure time, those constructs—which were conceptually still tied to their real counterparts—had not transmitted anything nasty back to them.

Yes, it wasn’t just Miss Wen; both of them were fine.

And the reason he could be so sure, naturally, was that he had grounds.

Besides pricking his finger just now and letting blood drip onto the seat, while Fu Qian was chatting with the two young people, a drop of blood had also seeped into the Burial Scroll he carried.

After a long cooldown, that item had finally finished resetting and was able to briefly help him regain Extraordinary Perception.

The reason he’d asked both of them to go all out was precisely because of the passive nature of this perception.

The higher the power output from the other side, the easier it might be to counter‑perceive any lurking hidden dangers.

And the two chosen candidates were downright obedient—following orders to the letter, holding nothing back in their attacks.

In the end, under this Insight, he truly hadn’t detected any sign of hidden contamination.

As for why only Miss Wen passed?

Very simple—when you’ve got a once‑every‑twenty‑four‑hours chance, how can you use it too extravagantly?

Apart from this safety check, Miss Liushuang, as the Ji Family’s theoretical next Family Head, was without a doubt one of the key figures in the previous Transcendent Bloodline project.

Even if he weren’t planning to run any formal tests, taking the opportunity to get some extra Insight on her was only natural—not to mention he had just obtained a new tool—

And no, he was not about to do some legendary blindfolded dart‑catching stunt.

This Eldest Son’s Perspective thing, while lacking an especially direct effect, had proven quite mysterious from the bit of experience he’d had.

Considering that this time all he needed to do was "look," switching to a novel perspective was perfectly reasonable, right?

With the observational skills of these two young people, of course they’d already noticed the thing wrapped around Professor Fu’s hand.

But it was clear that the specific way he was using it had still given both of them a bit of a shock.

Unfortunately, Professor Fu wasn’t in any rush to clear things up for them; he simply waited quietly for Miss Liushuang to make her move.

...

Really not bad.

Only once the back of his hand had become a sheet of crimson did Fu Qian raise his hand and take off the ribbon.

Even though her Ranking was a bit lower, Miss Liushuang’s strike looked to have yielded more results than Wen Li’s.

At this moment, Professor Fu’s left palm had been driven straight through by yet another sword answering his call; the tip was almost touching his brow.

As for how that had been achieved?

Unfortunately, just like the first time he’d put on the ribbon, the process had been skipped over again—"indescribable."

All he could say was that right up to the instant before Fu Qian took off the ribbon, besides clearly feeling the blade carving through flesh and fascia, he’d also felt the "beauty" of life within it... and even the beauty of that beauty being torn apart.

All in all, it was almost like he’d come over to give someone else a check‑up, only for the final result to be his own ecstasy boring into his brain.

"Professor Fu?"

Miss Liushuang’s cautious voice sounded at his side; she was clearly also shocked by the result of her own attack.

But Fu Qian didn’t respond at all; he just stared, intoxicated, at the shape of the wound, making her too nervous to do anything.

She couldn’t keep attacking, but it didn’t feel right to pull the weapon out either, so she could only stand there holding the pose.

"I’m fine, don’t worry."

Not wanting his volunteers to bear psychological pressure, Fu Qian, aware of this, casually reassured her.

He even flexed the hand that had been pierced for their benefit, further savoring the form of the wound as it continued to blossom.

...

They didn’t speak, and they didn’t move; even with how naturally empathetic they usually were, the two young people obviously couldn’t bring themselves to Empathy with this kind of behavior.

"Where were you trying to stab me just now?"

Fu Qian didn’t need their Empathy; after toying with the scene for a bit, he suddenly asked.

The question sounded odd at first—by all appearances the strike, just like the first sword, had been aimed straight at his brow, only blocked again.

"Between the brows... the chest, and the eyes."

Yet at that moment Miss Liushuang’s eyes filled with disbelief, and she reported three locations in a row.

You really had to say she was maybe a little too obedient to her superior... faced with a target standing stock‑still, she’d still built three built‑in variations into the strike?

"So it really was three..."

Fu Qian nodded slightly, looking not at all surprised.

"How did you know, Professor Fu?"

Even Wen Li couldn’t help asking, curious.

"Because I saw three swords."

Fu Qian recalled the feeling under the Eldest Son’s Perspective and tried his best to clumsily put it into words.