Chapter 125: Chapter 124: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (24)_1
“Your condition is indeed very interesting.”
“Did the whip come about in the same way?”
By now, Deng Feizhou had relaxed and was carefully sizing up Fu Qian.
“No,”
Fu Qian shook his hand, showing off the Tyrant’s Fist.
“Actually, it’s the effect of this thing. Got it by a rather accidental chance.”
“A very interesting object, containing the power of a curse.”
Looking at the uniquely shaped ring, Deng Feizhou’s face showed no surprise. Instead, he nodded with a smile.
This guy had already figured it out; he was testing me earlier.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
As expected, quite a handful!
Lucky for me, I’ve always maintained good virtues—honesty.
Only lie when absolutely necessary.
Moreover, from Deng Feizhou’s words, Fu Qian also discerned other implications.
“Do you know everything the puppet sees?”
“Quick response,”
Deng Feizhou gave him an appreciative look.
“That’s right, anything experienced by the person I possess, I can share all of their perceptions, even when in a dormant state.”
“Then I’m really sorry for stepping on and crushing your body; it must have hurt a lot.”
“It’s okay, after all, I initiated the probe.”
Deng Feizhou’s smile didn’t diminish.
“You don’t have to test me. The death of a puppet does have a certain impact on me, but it’s far from severe.”
“I misjudged the situation at the Wen Li residence; your ability to conceal your presence is quite impressive.”
“Thank you for the compliment, just a habit of keeping a low profile,”
“What about Chen Mingda? Does he know he’s possessed by you?”
“Chen Mingda, of course, has no idea. Although he’s a bit extreme, he isn’t stupid.”
“Actually, I don’t really like doing this kind of thing, as it’s like splitting a part of myself away.
The sensation of tearing flesh and even soul is quite uncomfortable.”
As Deng Feizhou patiently explained, he lifted his right hand and spread his fingers.
Soon, as if the bones inside were melting, the five fingers began to twist and wriggle.
Like writhing pieces of flesh, the five fingers eventually pulled themselves off the palm bit by bit.
After crawling around the bare edges of the palm for a few laps, the fingers fused back with the skin, eventually vanishing into the palm.
At the front of the palm, five new fingers grew back.
Why does this seem so eerily familiar!
Witnessing the scene, Fu Qian couldn’t help but exclaim internally.
No wonder his attitude toward me changed so rapidly when I showed off the Biochemical Demon Arm; he saw me as one of his kind.
Phew!
Deng Feizhou let out a breath after finishing the demonstration, looking at Fu Qian.
“After so many years, it still feels slightly uncomfortable every time.
The part of me in Chen Mingda is almost certainly impossible to recover.
But in order to prevent him from spouting nonsense before he dies, I had to make a sacrifice.”
“It’s also to make Chen Xing’s promotion seem more natural, right?”
“Exactly,”
In the face of Fu Qian’s question, Deng Feizhou candidly admitted.
“Chen Xing can’t suppress his state forever.
And a Demigod’s promotion is always a significant event at any time.
As the head of a family, with countless eyes on him, suddenly breaking through after being stuck at a bottleneck for so long, to avoid suspicion, a suitable reason was needed.”
“I see, thank you for sharing,”
Fu Qian nodded.
“Heh, do you know why I’m telling you all this?”
Deng Feizhou looked at Fu Qian.
“Isn’t it because I’m your new client?”
“Do you think just anyone has the qualifications to deal with me?”
Deng Feizhou huffed coldly, his eyes becoming sharp in an instant.
“Actually, it’s very simple, because you’re a genius,”
Deng Feizhou looked at Fu Qian.
“You’ve somehow advanced to the Fourth Phase without clearly understanding the method.”
“And there has been no sign of you losing control or collapsing. Before I met you, I couldn’t imagine such a thing.”
“Do you know why our organization is called the Native Council?”
“Why?”
“Because what we do is the greatest feat in human history, an attempt to completely free humanity from its shackles.”
“The greatest treasures are hidden within the body, yet humans sit on a gold mine without realizing it.”
“For years, people have only acted according to instinct, indulged in power and wealth—never to explore and think.”
“Even when transcendent powers emerged, they were quickly attributed to the luck of a few.
Most people still lead mediocre lives and fade away in their shackles.
In fact, compared to the immense potential contained within the human body, cultivation, talent, and special abilities are nothing but laughable conclusions drawn by a bunch of dullards…”
“Your words remind me of an old friend.”
Fu Qian suddenly said, facing the impassioned Deng Feizhou.
“Oh?”
“An old gentleman named Lu Ming, who likes to engage in limb attachment work; he also believes it’s a great invention for the liberation of humanity.”
“You know Lu Ming?”
Deng Feizhou looked at Fu Qian with interest.
“Did he not invite you to be his limb attachment subject?”
“He did, but I refused. I detest adding parts to my body.”
Fu Qian answered quickly.
“As ridiculous as your reason is, you’re wise. The Rebirth Club may possess some exploratory spirit, but it is a pity that their concept is completely outdated.
They give up exploring human potential and instead chase after a hybrid with transcendent beings, an idea proven foolish long ago, yet they cannot bear to abandon it.”
“Of course, compared to the Night Watchman’s antiquated minds, they are much better—”
Deng Feizhou seemed quite familiar with limb attachments.
“Alright, I’ve understood your philosophy.
In fact, I’m not that concerned about this.
Can you now tell me what is needed to exchange for the method to ascend to demigod status?”
Fu Qian said directly.
“Don’t be so impatient, young man.”
Deng Feizhou looked at him.
“You will soon realize that our goal is far beyond what you call a demigod.”
“But right now, my goal is to become a demigod.
Without concrete facts before me, I won’t believe anyone, and my patience is limited.”
Fu Qian watched Deng Feizhou coldly.
“It won’t take long, just a few more minutes.”
Deng Feizhou pointed at the wall clock and let out a deep chuckle.
“Your troubles will soon disappear.”
“What do you mean?”
Following Deng Feizhou’s directing gaze, Fu Qian looked up at the wall clock and caught on to something.
“Are you stalling for time?”
“You caught me? We’re waiting for a friend.”
Deng Feizhou sat down leisurely, with a smile on his face.
“What makes you think you can just barge in here and be in a position to make a deal with me?”
“In fact, even Chen Xing doesn’t know what the real price of his actions is.”
Whoo!
Fu Qian looked at Deng Feizhou and let out a long breath.
“Is Chen Xing the one coming?”
“Yes, we agreed to meet at eight o’clock sharp, or else I would have left Shangjing by now. The Night Watchman will eventually track me down,” Deng Feizhou blinked.
“Chen Xing is always punctual. You’ll see him soon, or you could try running away.”
In other words, in less than ten minutes, he would face a Deng Feizhou plus a newly ascended demigod.
Fu Qian glanced around and noticed there seemed to be invisible walls surrounding him, trapping him in place.
“Even a demigod can’t break this in a short time, so I’d advise you not to waste your energy.”
“Also, I really meant what I said before, you are indeed good material. I’ll have Chen Xing try not to damage it, as I plan to make good use of it afterward.”
“I see! So I only have a few minutes?”
Once Deng Feizhou was done boasting, Fu Qian finally spoke.
“That’s right.”
“I see!”
Fu Qian suddenly blinked.
“How do you know I’m not just stalling for time?”
“Three minutes, and your ashes will be scattered.”