Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2691: Chapter 2686: The Sufferer’s Predicament

Ah—

The thought of continuing to advance, isn’t the requirement too stringent?

The leaders confirm the progress and ask for the next plan; frankly, these are quite reasonable demands.

The problem is, getting to the High Tier on the Extraordinary Path, further advancement is easier said than done.

Many people spend their lives without even touching the threshold, and you treat it like eating beans.

Strictly speaking, Wen Li hasn’t been at this level for many days, and already needs to present a plan for the Second Phase?

At that moment, even Miss Liushuang seemed slightly unable to bear listening to it.

"...No, including Professor Veron and the others, there is currently no such idea at all."

Fortunately, Miss Wen’s mental fortitude was sound; after a brief shock, she still answered earnestly.

"Recently, their focus was mainly still on confirming the stability of my condition, even consuming quite a significant amount of resources for it."

Wen Li clearly appreciated it, although, for the overly cautious attitude of those people, she seemed to think their reaction was exaggerated.

It’s evident, after all, Professor Veron still retains that intellectual aloofness...

Wen Li seemed somewhat puzzled, but Fu Qian was quite clear about the underlying reason.

The core still revolves around the important information dug up by Linghui last time, regarding Miss Wen’s origins—Professor Fu opened a bookstore in Shangjing, and this psychic series rising star had even known him from before.

Leading to Miss Wen’s joining Divine Ashes Institute becoming a different narrative altogether.

And what followed was not the anger of being played, but a speechless remorse.

A problem arose early without being aware, forcing Professor Fu to maneuver, setting Wen Li on a solitary risk, to provoke and eliminate hidden dangers in advance.

For the self-assured people of Divine Ashes Institute, such circumstances are probably harder to swallow than direct humiliation.

Treating Wen Li like a treasure, sparing no cost for a slight repayment, is indeed not surprising behavior.

"It’s not a bad thing, it couldn’t even be considered a waste; Night Watchman might be interested in these tests."

While empathizing with Old Master Veron’s sentiments, Fu Qian indicated to Wen Li not to feel regret.

...

"The title ’Sufferer’ might be quite special for Night Watchman?"

Professor Fu’s words evidently carried profound meaning, and as a representative of the persuasion-favoring side, Wen Li was also quite alert regarding personal safety, immediately sensing something.

"Possibly, especially during the recent times."

Fu Qian confirmed her conjecture.

Previously, it was hypothesized based on Wen Li’s capability type that her Divine Road might have a potential link with certain Superiors, such as Mourning God or Lord Stomach—for now, the title should be Lord of Father’s Amnion.

And seemingly, in recent times, Fu Qian’s introduction to Night Watchman finally bore fruit.

The latter not only warmly entertained Lord of Father’s Amnion but also joined forces with him to eliminate the base in the Sea of Souls.

Fu Qian’s recommendation letter might be significant, but clearly, Lord of Father’s Amnion’s reputation there wasn’t too good.

With the situation smoothly handled, logically speaking, the glaring Wen Li, due to her rapid accession, should have her danger index in Night Watchman’s view decreased.

But even so, the chance of undergoing inspection remains substantial.

And Divine Ashes Institute, as the specialists in this domain, the rigorous test report they conduct might seem redundant but perhaps could serve as reference for Night Watchman’s side.

Then, calculating it, does this count as Miss Wen’s Crossing Guide self-crossing?

Knowing the situation at that time, indeed, she was taking risks.

"Understood, then if they inquire into the reasons and consequences, what should I say?"

Wen Li took a deep breath, not forgetting to prep for consistency.

"Just tell them directly, they shouldn’t make things difficult for you."

The leaders bear basic responsibility, Professor Fu naturally didn’t shirk, directly indicating Wen Li needn’t bother with petty maneuvers.

As for whether they’d make it difficult for him?

Fu Qian seemed very much looking forward to that.

"...Has Professor Fu had dinner yet?"

Watching the rapid completion of the two-person project, Fu Qian was already leisurely sipping tea over there, Ji Liushuang helping to add to it while realizing the late hour.

Although short, this group meeting undoubtedly yielded abundant benefits, and the secrets heard were quite outstanding.

And to some extent not so concrete, yet still heart-stirring—that was Professor Fu’s attitude towards Night Watchman.

Compared to the slightly characteristic earlier presence, now it seems almost fearlessly confrontational?

"No, you can arrange with Jia Ke, let’s have a bite right here."

Professor Fu showed a clear attachment to his position today, even putting team-building in the laboratory, refusing to budge an inch.

...

Though just a small store, it hasn’t abandoned the pursuit of progress.

As Wen Li and her companion helped tidy up, even the venue remained unchanged for the team-building event’s successful completion.

Fu Qian relishing the taste of a fish among the dishes, couldn’t help but reflect internally.

Indeed, team-building not only occurred locally but also fully catered to the leader’s palate, deliberately procuring fish from the Night Café.

Among them, even the boss had recently refined the technique, gifting samples of new products that boasted a unique flavor.

Though just minor details, it seemed to convey a vibrant aspect of the world.

In contrast, the old-timers appear somewhat lazy.

Such as Fu Qian hesitating to move, and Cass hasn’t even come to freeload for food yet.

Can’t definitively say it’s good or bad, but today there seems no opportunity to exchange scientific research results.

"Will Professor Fu still head out?"

Miss Liushuang, always perceptive, seemed to realize something at one point, carefully checking with a phrase.

"Why? It’s recommended you avoid thinking of slacking off."

Apparently "seeing through" her thoughts, Fu Qian glanced at her, motioning towards the seat beneath him.

"I am now able to appear right behind you at any time."

...

"Certainly not."

Professor Fu’s words evidently couldn’t be refuted, as the two of them had just witnessed him directly appear on the seat.

With the laboratory filled with hotpot and singing, the leader suddenly appearing behind was indeed rather startling.

Miss Liushuang immediately declared solemnly to maintain a proper attitude.

"I am too."

Beside her, Wen Li followed suit, smilingly assuring no laxity.

"That’s better then."

With a hum of slight satisfaction, Professor Fu finally left his seat, standing with hands behind his back under the gaze of the two youngsters.

Since Professor Lisa left, the laboratory door hasn’t been securely closed.

And at the next moment, Fu Qian stepped forth, casually pulling the door further open, gazing at another overlapping illusory door above it, taking a stride inside.

But that stride didn’t lead into the Academy’s night; within Wen Li and her companion’s sight, Professor Fu’s silhouette had already vanished without a trace.