Chapter 587: Chapter 587: Uproar (11)_1 Chapter 587: Chapter 587: Uproar (11)_1 So soon?
Does that mean I’m about to face two demigods and a divine envoy immediately?
The situation is getting more and more thrilling!
“Thank you, that’s really great.”
Fu Qian expressed his joy with a hoarse laugh.
Considering the currently half-mad character set, it is normal to be more flamboyant.
“You don’t need to thank me yet, Ya Yu hasn’t promised to definitely lift the curse for you.”
Veheler didn’t find Fu Qian’s attitude odd and just shook his head while staring at him.
“What were you talking about just now?”
The next moment he seemed to remember something and asked casually.
“About the one in my head,”
Fu Qian turned to look at Ariel while tapping his own head.
“He is constantly assaulting my consciousness, trying to make me believe I am the Sage.”
“The Sage…”
Upon hearing Fu Qian’s response, Veheler pondered slightly; the title was obviously unfamiliar to him.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a few residual spiritual imprints. As long as the curse is under control, it’s not so difficult for me to handle.”
Fu Qian, seemingly aware of his concern, spoke with full confidence.
“However, don’t force yourself when your condition is unstable,”
“Spiritual imprints of the demigod level aren’t that easy to deal with, and it’s easy to be eroded unknowingly.”
At this point, Ariel also spoke up.
What’s going on? This elder-like demeanor doesn’t quite fit your character, does it?
When Ariel said this, Fu Qian felt a stirring in his heart.
As someone who knew the details about Ariel, he always felt that Ariel was acting a bit too benevolent.
Also, during the recent conversation, when I proposed that I would rush over to help immediately, his reaction seemed somewhat indifferent.
I’m a bit curious about the “purpose” of Ariel’s appearance here this time.
…
“He’s here!”
While Fu Qian was planning another probe, Veheler suddenly exclaimed.
Hmm? Has the legendary Ya Yu demigod arrived?
Fu Qian looked up. The door hadn’t opened, but he noticed that Veheler had stood up.
The next moment, Veheler’s gold-inlaid cane touched the void at an angle.
Almost instantly, a disturbance started appearing at the point where the cane touched and quickly spread outwards.
Everything the disturbance passed over seemed to be shrouded in shadow, and in an instant, it was all grey and white.
Isn’t this welcome ceremony a bit too grand?
Watching this scene with interest, Fu Qian silently commented, but noticed the landlord, who had first opened the door and then stepped back, lowering his head and quietly turning back.
He walked not far in front of Fu Qian before the landlord looked up at him.
Almost immediately, Fu Qian felt a strong sensation of being scrutinized, as if something else was observing him through this man.
If it wasn’t for the mask, I’d probably have been found out,
Fu Qian thought to himself and made a candid judgment.
He didn’t believe the landlord was the legendary Ya Yu; it had been just a disguise a moment ago.
This was clearly a method of remote arrival, achieved by using the special environment created by Veheler.
So, was the landlord actually a puppet of Ya Yu?
That would be absolutely reliable, no wonder the gathering was set here.
But in any case, the demigod aura on this person was undeniable, and currently, I was decidedly surrounded by powers.
“Much appreciated.”
Fu Qian did not avoid the old man’s scrutiny and nodded slightly in greeting.
Seeing this, the old man’s wooden expression blinked, and the next moment, his hand reached out and grabbed at the Void.
When he brought his hand back, he was holding a palm-sized, bald puppet.
Its color was dull, its features fierce; there was nothing cute about it.
And upon closer inspection, one could even discern fine bandages wrapped around it, stained with splotches of blood.
Almost immediately, Fu Qian sensed something odd, as if the puppet had formed some connection with him, binding itself to his destiny.
“Maintain it.”
The next moment the landlord placed the puppet down, issuing his cold command.
“This is a Substitute Emissary. The Godblood Curse is at a very high level of hierarchy and has deeply invaded your body. To entirely remove it, we must resort to a compromise.”
“Try to maintain the connection and gradually transfer your will into it.”
“And I will intervene at the right moment to sever the connection, leaving the curse in your original body while you will be reborn in this one without harming your hierarchy level.”
Is that even possible?
Fu Qian listened silently to the explanation, trying to focus his attention on the small puppet.
Almost instantly, he felt as if he were looking at himself.
It seemed the old man’s words held truth.
And the method he had proposed for removing the curse seemed to have some feasibility to it.
However, that raised a problem–if he transferred into it, his face would be without a mask.
In front of an audience, it was highly likely his true condition could not be hidden, and the consequences could be quite severe.
On the other hand, it seemed he couldn’t refuse to cooperate.
Ariel and Veheler were visibly on edge beside him.
If he were to attempt an escape now, they would probably fight before he even made it to the restroom.
So be it!
Fu Qian huffed, and in the next moment, his focus intensified on the puppet.
Soon, he noticed significant changes in it.
First, droplets of blood began to seep out from nowhere, swiftly saturating the entire body.
Following this, more thick and viscous blood extruded into slender lines of blood.
The bloodlines snaked out like tentacles in all directions, merging and swelling rapidly.
“Control and distinguish. Do not let the curse follow you.”
The old man’s voice continued.
Fu Qian cooperated fully and found that indeed, he could differentiate traces of chaotic desires from his spirit.
Grounded in his stable self-awareness, he could strip them away, keeping his will as pure as possible.
Suppressing the contamination, Fu Qian carefully purified his will, allowing “himself” to resonate between the two entities.
The sensation of playing tug-of-war with himself was quite amusing, to say the least.
Soon he felt that his self-awareness was nearly equal on both ends.
“Good, now continue to strengthen the self-awareness of the Substitute Emissary.”
Once again, the old man’s reminder came.
Increase the power? Sure!
Fu Qian instantly accepted the suggestion, but deliberately hesitated for a few seconds.
The next moment, however, the curse contamination he had carefully stripped away surged toward the puppet, its intensity alarmingly high.
Simultaneously, the pure self-awareness on the puppet’s side began to rapidly flow back.
Fu Qian stood as if a novice driver who mistakenly put the gear in reverse, with the direction wrong but the throttle still fully pressed.
For an instant, he could feel the old man’s intense emotional turmoil.
But without giving them more time to react, Fu Qian’s body moved, and he threw a punch at the puppet before him.