Chapter 1199: Chapter 1197: Bamboo Joint Worm of the Night Holy City (Part 5)
What a sacrilege this is!
Old Master Henry’s methods made Fu Qian, as the person involved, emit a heartfelt exclamation.
This was no longer just smearing filth with a mop and sweeping across the wilderness; it was more akin to turning the wilderness into a toilet, making the absence of filth abnormal.
It truly could be called a dimensional gap.
Especially considering the identity of the opposing former Night Watchman, the contrast was even more pronounced.
Fu Qian believed that if one were trapped here even slightly longer, most victims’ bodies and even their spirits would start to change according to the standards of defecating anywhere, and losing control and collapsing was only a matter of time.
Even the thought of not wanting to stay for long would encounter distortions, such as his own current rather lazy state of mind.
Was this the legendary Tyrant Halo? Old Master Henry really had some impressive tricks up his sleeve!
What a pity, though, it’s still disappointing.
...
"Teacher, why not let Mr. Fang explain?"
Between sighs, Yuan Shan’s voice came through, sounding both relieved and anxious.
In response, Fu Qian understood quite well; she felt relieved because she realized that she hadn’t rung the Rattle Bell or drawn a gun, and the conflict had not escalated to the worst-case scenario. Anxious, because if it didn’t stop soon, one could easily guess that it would shortly escalate.
Beyond that, considering she could still express such intricate emotions, it was clear that Yuan Shan was quite familiar with her teacher’s methods.
The action of wrapping herself up like a Black-Boned White Phoenix Pill indeed allowed her to protect herself for the moment.
Of course, even so, Chief Yuan had overlooked one point—why hadn’t he himself rung the Rattle Bell or drawn a gun?
Facing the full force of a Second Phase, still so mild.
Was it out of respect for the elderly and the wise, or assessing the situation and choosing the right approach?
Given her understanding of him, she should know that neither of these probabilities were high.
When it came to her mentor, Chief Yuan was just too nervous, after all.
...
"Yes, why not let me explain?"
Amidst the reflection, Fu Qian still didn’t move, and expressed support for Yuan Shan’s suggestion.
His voice was noticeably erratic, as if there was something wrong with the sound system.
"Alright then, you explain what you said just now."
Old Master Henry replied swiftly, even accepting the suggestion, though of course, the intensity of the Tyrant Halo did not diminish in the slightest.
"Hmm... I had a rather unpleasant encounter with a Superior Being from the Mythic Era, who still exists today and even exceeds the First Phase."
In response to Old Master Henry’s request, Fu Qian pondered for a moment before answering slowly.
You really... explained it a bit, didn’t you!
Chief Yuan, who had struggled to listen intently, not wanting to miss a single word, was about to be stunned by the response.
What on earth was going through this guy’s head, was it really the time for this kind of smart-alecky remark!
Explain the ins and outs, dammit, all you did was rewrite that same sentence again, didn’t you!
Was he really taking it just at face value?
Yet even so, the elaboration in that part of the content still secretly alarmed Chief Yuan.
Did this guy know too much?
Yuan Shan could even sense that her teacher felt the same way; the most direct evidence was the fact that she had to add multiple layers of protection to herself to withstand the increasing pressure once again.
"Don’t talk nonsense here, otherwise the situation will soon become completely unmanageable... do you know what’s beneath us?"
And right after reinforcing the protections, Yuan Shan’s reaction was to remind Fu Qian of the imminent danger.
"I know, this is the Night Watchman’s secret base, huh? And who says I’m talking nonsense."
Regrettably, with an increasingly strange accent, Fu Qian’s response remained brisk.
...
"Everything I said just now is true. I have an unpleasant connection with the Prism of Radiant Transformation, which is why I approached you to inquire about this name—hoping to leverage the power of the Night Watchman to see if it’s possible to settle the score."
He had known what the Prism of Radiant Transformation was all along, so was he seeking me out just to see the Night Watchman’s reaction to the term?
How is that possible!
Before Fu Qian’s words could even finish, Yuan Shan almost couldn’t help but break out of her cocoon, seize the other’s neck, and demand answers.
Although it now seemed somewhat logical that he, knowing something about the Prism of Radiant Transformation, still sought her out for information.
But to actively seek trouble with a Superior Being, this guy must be insane!
Complaints aside, at least the man was still talking; Yuan Shan quickly looked to her teacher, hoping for a return to verbal communication.
"Teacher, should we stop for now—"
Unfortunately, she was cut off midway by Henry extending his hand.
"Mr. Fang really knows a lot, anything else?"
"There’s more, ah..."
Fu Qian looked down at his palm, his fingernails growing like petals as he feigned a sudden realization.
"I get it now, Chief Yuan’s nonsense must be about my accent, right?"
Completely misinterpreting it, Fu Qian slapped his thigh exuberantly.
The next moment, his tone became lower, his voice suddenly completely normal.
"Actually, my linguistic abilities are quite strong."
...
At that instant, the entire hall seemed to fall into absolute silence.
Realizing that Fu Qian’s linguistic abilities had not been affected at all under this exposure, Yuan Shan seriously began to question life.
Doesn’t that mean that he was not affected at all...
All that before was just an act...
How did he manage it...
And what exactly is he trying to do...
However, these confused thoughts were soon interrupted by a strange noise.
Looking up instinctively, Yuan Shan saw a swirling vortex.
More precisely, it resembled a rainbow looping back into itself.
Indescribable colors, strands interweaving in an overwhelming multitude, all moving in one direction yet creating an intense sense of discordance.
At this moment, the vortex was slowly detaching from the teacher’s palm and then seemed to directly traverse space, colliding with that deformed body.
...
Without sound or warning, the vortex, like colorful flames, ignited the filth that lay everywhere.
The existence of Fu Qian, in an instant, became a dazzling spectacle.
Thousands of concepts, like fingers that all must be of equal length, surged chaotically throughout his body.
This is unacceptable!
Everything happened so swiftly that there was no time to prepare.
But in the next moment, a silhouette moved; Yuan Shan, without making a sound, firmly stood up.
However, before she could take more action, an eerily formed hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, pressing down to signal her to stay calm.
Ahem...
It was not until then that the cough from the direction of the hand reached her.
In Yuan Shan’s incredulous gaze, the Rattle Bell sound still hadn’t rung.
Not only that, even the face ravaged by the vortex to the point of being unrecognizable, was actually coalescing into a slowly normalizing smile.
"Really... quite strong."
And when the other party spoke again, by the last few words, the voice had once again become normal.
It was only then that Yuan Shan suddenly realized that the hand resting on her shoulder was also tenaciously dispelling various deformities, as if it were an untouchable incarnation of purity.