Chapter 621: Chapter 621 Research Project_1 Chapter 621: Chapter 621 Research Project_1 It must be related to her personal growth experience, Su Gao, this girl, still has a strong sense of justice. When she heard Yuan Shan mention the possibility of harming innocents, she immediately became concerned.
This could also be seen from her performance in the Forbidden Area last time.
To track down a malevolent Transcendent who played with ordinary people, she didn’t hesitate to get herself mentally split to kill the opponent.
However, at the same time, she still valued her own opinions highly, so although she was attentive when Yuan Shan spoke, she didn’t rush to make a statement.
Not bad, she has the potential to be an excellent employee!
As Fu Qian silently approved of the elite talent he had hired at a high salary, he made a mental commendation.
As for himself?
It was indeed true that he agreed to stay in Shangjing to support the ranks as Chief Yuan had cordially invited.
After all, for him, it was just a matter of where to rest.
Moreover, the “sweet” thoughts in his head were blooming like flowers, and it wasn’t very likely that he would go back anyway.
But besides that, there was another motive for agreeing–it felt like a good opportunity to observe.
These great bats, or rather the Bloodline Clan, were, in Fu Qian’s eyes, a very interesting observational sample.
The experience in Dunis this time had to be admitted as quite fruitful.
The endless night and silent divine beings mentioned by Veil had piqued Fu Qian’s considerable interest.
After all, from what he had learned previously, the commonly accepted view was that the pinnacle of Transcendent powers leaned more towards the concept of the sun and other such divine beings, and these ancient gods were considered nothing more than mythological fabrications.
After all, legends that were visible to the naked eye–even contradicting each other–were rife with various anti-intellectual maneuvers, such as the pectoral muscles of the War God’s wife and Hamadus.
But in recent times, adding Rom and Hamadus, the number of named “divine beings” he had encountered had far exceeded one or two.
There were also Sinners and Angels, which obviously had the nature of oaths.
And from the reaction after each incident, the Night Watchmen were clearly extremely secretive about it.
It made Fu Qian think of a possibility.
Could these mythologies have been actively contaminated?
To cover up certain things, a contradictory and flawed system had been woven, creating ease of doubt and thus burying the truth amidst a sea of misinformation.
It was indeed very curious what exactly happened in that long night.
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Under such circumstances, the uniqueness of the Bloodline Clan became apparent.
A lineage that has continued for nearly a thousand years also means a Transcendent power that has been stably inherited for a millennium, truly qualifying as a living fossil.
And just as Yuan Shan said earlier, this clan is quite distinctive.
After getting the notebook last time, Fu Qian had made a special effort to learn about it.
From the information available so far, the Bloodline Clan has never been described as worshiping any divine beings; they strictly adhere to a hierarchy where higher rank supersedes, and at the very top of this hierarchy is a being called “the Progenitor.”
An ancient ancestor of all the Bloodline Clan members, whose power is comparable to that of divine beings.
Such a clan, dancing on the edge of a knife and taking immense risks in search of breakthroughs, was undoubtedly expected to reveal some intriguing information.
Without a doubt, this was a rare opportunity for observation.
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“Alright, did you remember all the key points I just talked about? I’m going to step out for a bit now; you’ll mind the shop here.”
All these thoughts flashed through Fu Qian’s mind, and soon he made up his mind, rising from the recliner.
“Yeah, sure.”
Su Gao nodded briskly, not questioning what Fu Qian was going to do. After a brief observation, she moved her armchair behind the counter, finding the best angle to have the entire shop within view.
When Fu Qian left, he glanced back and saw that she had already sat back down on the armchair, continuing to read her book with a relaxed and content demeanor.
“A promising student indeed! You’ve quickly grasped the essence of our corporate culture,”
Fu Qian, his heart filled with great satisfaction, strode away.
He had barely taken a few steps outside before he waved down a taxi and gave the driver an address.
As a gem of the West Coast, Shangjing was where the powerful and famous gathered. Having been here for so long, he still hadn’t had the chance to properly experience the local customs and culture.
Now that Chief Yuan had listened to his advice, he would undoubtedly carry out a detailed investigation of the new city official’s recent experiences, and Fu Qian believed information would soon be forthcoming.
But his only goal was to make sure Gulad didn’t cause any trouble.
And to know more, he needed to take greater initiative.
Unfortunately, after the Chen Family incident, his face was undoubtedly well-known in Shangjing, and anyone well-informed knew he had dealings with the Night Watchman.
Moving about as Old Master Lu might scare people off.
Luckily, Fu Qian had thought of a suitable role right away.
The address he gave to the taxi driver was neither of the Night Watchmen Base nor Miss Wen’s place but one he had intercepted long ago from a business card in a certain vehicle during his first visit to Shangjing.
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With Brother Cha Yingjun’s skills, he must have made quite a name for himself in Shangjing by now.
Hoping that he wasn’t in a hurry to move out.
After paying the cab fare, Fu Qian looked up at the upscale apartments in front of him and, finding a familiar presence through his senses, felt quite relieved for a moment.
Brother Cha really had a good grip on things, not rushing to marry himself off.
Having easily bypassed a group of high-quality human security, Fu Qian arrived at a door and unlocked it in two and a half seconds.
“Mr. Cha Yingjun.”
Upon hearing the greeting, the lavishly attired Cha Yingjun inside the luxurious flat looked up in surprise and asked unconsciously,
“Who are you, and how did you get in?”
But before Fu Qian could answer, Cha Yingjun’s brows furrowed deeper as he sized Fu Qian up, seemingly beginning to remember something.
Your taste in clothes has really deteriorated quickly!
Fu Qian didn’t rush to speak but instead observed the man closely.
Different from the creamy white outfit he wore last time, Cha Yingjun’s current style was increasingly garish, resembling a slick and shiny rooster.
Yet his strength hadn’t advanced at all.
Clearly, his ambitions did not lie there.
At the same time, the air was easily divisible into several distinct styles of women’s perfume scents.
In terms of where his ambitions did lie, he was quite successful.
“What are you planning to do later?”
At that moment, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and asked with a smile,
“… I’m going to attend an upscale cultural and art salon… Many high-society individuals will be present, and I’ve put a lot of effort into securing an invitation,”
Under the effect of the Clear Dream Ring, Cha Yingjun lasted only a few seconds before he promptly started to spill the beans.
A cultural and art salon, an upscale one at that–have I been too vulgar for too long?
Fu Qian engaged in a spell of serious introspection.
Perhaps he could use this opportunity to refine his sentiments.
“Time? Location–never mind, I think I saw it.”
Glancing at an invitation carefully placed on the table, Fu Qian canceled the dream effect and knocked the just-awakened Cha Yingjun unconscious with a single palm strike.