Chapter 141: Chapter 140: Disorder (11)_1
Although he often spouted nonsense in public, Fu Qian always considered himself to be an honest person.
On many occasions, he possessed a strange seriousness.
For instance, the conclusion that each had its own merits, which he had just reached, was the result of repeated deliberation and impartial comparison.
It was certainly not a reckless remark.
The marvelous image he had just seen was, in Fu Qian’s view, an ultimate embodiment of life’s aesthetic beauty.
Yet the lady before him, though frail and slender, and tightly hidden within a voluminous cloak, still exuded an indescribable allure.
It was a charm that skipped conventional standards of judgment and directly instilled the concept of beauty into one’s consciousness.
Moreover, even in this sunless underground, confined with countless deformed corpses, she still maintained a unique elegance.
When she heard Fu Qian’s assessment, the pointed-hat lady showed clear surprise.
“You have a discerning eye,”
After gazing at him for a long while, she commented on Fu Qian’s appraisal.
Clearly, her comment also knew nothing of modesty.
“That’s what everyone says.”
Fu Qian nodded in confidence.
Of course, the “everyone” he referred to barely included one or two people.
In fact, even Young Master Qin and the others were often astonished by his unique aesthetic sense.
Without asking what the earlier image represented, Fu Qian simply sat down beside her.
The other party had no intention of standing up, her hat was so large that speaking in that earlier posture was undoubtedly very awkward.
“What is your name?”
Seeing Fu Qian’s actions, the pointed-hat lady asked, resting her hand on her cheek.
“Fu Qian.”
Fu Qian?
The pointed-hat lady repeated Fu Qian’s name, her eyebrows furrowing.
This was the first time her expression changed.
After much thought, she murmured to herself, looking down.
“Interesting!”
An interesting evaluation for his name?
The pointed-hat lady’s reaction prompted something in Fu Qian’s heart.
It sounded similar to what those girls who flirted with him would say.
True, though he had a bad temperament and an otherworldly charisma.
Benefiting from his not too shabby appearance, Fu Qian had indeed encountered a fair number of flirtations.
Of course, those girls’ eventual reaction was unified— “I really must have been out of my mind!”
Fu Qian certainly wouldn’t consider this lady before him to be one of those naive girls unaware of the dangers of the world.
So this made her comment all the more intriguing.
“And you?”
Fu Qian considered for a moment and then asked in return.
“My name?”
The pointed-hat lady laughed softly.
“Are you sure you want to know? Knowing my name is not a good thing.”
“Especially for you, I am the absolute embodiment of defilement!”
“If you’re just looking for a nickname for conversation, you can call me Witch, which is indeed a fitting title.”
Witch? This self-assessment is not simple at all!
Fu Qian did not dwell on whether it was her real name, but he noticed another detail— the Witch had just said something: especially for you.
Fu Qian thought for a moment and pointed to the designs on his body.
“Are you referring to this?”
“Yes,”
The Witch looked dreamily into the darkness, smiling ambiguously.
“Your faith gives you power; it wouldn’t be good for it to be desecrated by me.”
“My power is bestowed by my appetite; it has nothing to do with faith.”
Fu Qian said offhandedly.
“Speaking such words is a grave act of blasphemy!”
The Witch looked up at Fu Qian again.
“Actually, the power you hold isn’t bad, the legendary Dragon of Time, huh, heh…”
Without that chuckle, your compliment might have been a bit more convincing.
Fu Qian glanced at her.
“It doesn’t matter. A person like me, who deserves to go to hell, never counts on being sheltered—”
Before he could finish, Fu Qian noticed that she had extended a hand.
“You have something very interesting on you.”
The next moment, Fu Qian saw the Pustule Stone in his pocket move on its own and slowly drifted over to her.
The Baroness indeed knew something, which was why she had him come down here!
Fu Qian didn’t try to snatch the Pustule Stone back but quickly thought of something else.
He had deliberately not taken out the Pustule Stone just now, partly because he found it novel and wanted to talk more with this mysterious entity.
On the other hand, he wanted to see if she could sense the Pustule Stone on him.
It turned out the Witch was quite sensitive to the presence of the Pustule Stone.
“Has it come to this extent?”
The Witch gazed at the Pustule Stone in her hand and then sighed deeply after a long while.
“Where did you find this?”
“In a dungeon, in the mouth of a Skeleton.”
Fu Qian pointed upward.
“So you were imprisoned there before? That explains it… There are faded traces on you.”
She’s talking about fading?
Fu Qian’s eyebrows twitched.
“What exactly is this thing?”
“What thing…”
The Witch pondered for a moment and suddenly broke into a smile.
The next moment, the solid Pustule Stone in her hand rapidly melted into a red-black liquid mass.
The iridescent liquid expanded into an ethereal dragon’s head.
Unlike the dragon’s head that Fu Qian had summoned with his breath, this one was incredibly fierce, filled with a sense of decay and corruption.
The next moment, the dragon’s head opened its maw and spewed forth a cone of purplish-brown mist.
The stench of decay instantly filled the entire underground, and visibility plummeted.
By the time the breath dissipated, the Pustule Stone in the Witch’s hand had been completely consumed.
“Are you trying to tell me that this thing and my power are essentially the same thing?”
Realizing that it was inevitable, Fu Qian stood still and gave up struggling.
Now that she had stopped, he simply asked directly.
“Not you, but you all.”
“This is a shard of Pus of Man, the product of your faith’s corruption. You can basically understand it as the opposite of fading.”
“So be careful, it might seek you out.”
The Witch looked at Fu Qian with a half-smile, then seemed to think of something else and reached out again.
“There’s yet another interesting thing!”
The next moment, Fu Qian watched as his pocket opened again, and a rust-covered key flew out—the one he had found on the prison guard.
Catching the key, the Witch examined it with interest, and soon, a cluster of sparkling starlight appeared at her fingertips.
The next moment, the rust on the key vanished in an instant, and a crystal-clear starlight shrouded the surface, making it seem much more impressive all of a sudden.
“It carries the breath of the stars, seeming to open up a mysterious place.”
You think I’m a three-year-old child?
Fu Qian looked at her expressionlessly as she spouted nonsense.
The breath of the stars… Even a fool could see that the key had changed only after you touched it!
“Alright.”
With a raise of her hand, the transformed key slowly flew back to Fu Qian.
“Take the Key of Starlight and fulfill your duty.”
“Blasphemer.”