Chapter 745: Chapter 743: The Curse of Shattering (Part 2)_1 Chapter 745: Chapter 743: The Curse of Shattering (Part 2)_1 “Yes.”
Trapped at the death scene, surrounded by onlookers, Fu Qian replied to the Demigod’s question with a single word.
And this answer, combined with his bearing at the moment, clearly brought a profound shock to the Transcendents present.
“What’s your name?”
The Vertical-Eyed Demigod used his gaze to stop the Kamakura Family member, then continued to ask.
“Yun.”
And the response he received was still a single word.
Yun…
The Kamakura Family member, from the moment Fu Qian turned around, had an expression of shock and suspicion, and at this moment, he was almost ready to leap up.
“Weren’t you dead?”
“The past me indeed died.”
Fu Qian finally said a few more words this time, looking up at the stone gate from a forty-five-degree angle.
As expected, it was dark, like the corridor of a tomb.
“All these years I’ve arduously sought the Demigod Path, Chess Technique Sword, Invisible Sword, Killing Sword, but none could allow me to take that single step.”
In the wasteland’s Sinflame game, the words of a certain Black-clad Swordsman were moved here intact by him.
That’s right, to avoid direct conflict with the Academy folks, the face he had pinched this time was precisely that of the Fourth Phase peak Sinner, Swordsman Yun, whom he himself had ultimately redeemed.
Considering he had no intention of hiding his strength, Fu Qian believed this to be a particularly suitable choice.
With that person’s rank, he should have some notoriety within the Supernatural Realm.
Especially facing a competitor like the Kamakura Family, who also use blades, the recognition should be quite high.
The facts proved this to be the case, and the next step was to just explain why he hadn’t died.
“In the end, it was death that took me across that chasm, dispelled my Delusional Heart, and brought me forth from death to life.”
“It really is you…”
It seemed that Fu Qian’s account, with a hundred percent search rate, was quite representative.
The Kamakura Family brother almost instantly dismissed his doubts and vouched for his new identity.
“Why are you here? My grandfather, he…”
Meanwhile, the person standing over there was staring at the ground, voice trembling.
At least he knew the trouble his family was facing, not directly pinning a murder charge on himself.
Fu Qian inwardly nodded.
“When I arrived, he was already dead.”
The next moment, with a tone that suggested he owed no one an explanation for his actions, Fu Qian directly ignored the question, even making a counter inquiry.
“Seems like you’ve encountered some trouble?”
…
The silence was instant among the deceased’s family members.
Of course, the family had encountered trouble, and could even be said to be facing a massive crisis, but they were similarly instinctively reluctant to reveal too much to such a dubious character.
“Yun?”
After his initial question, the Vertical-Eyed Demigod, who had not spoken again, softly repeated Fu Qian’s name.
The next moment, however, he didn’t pay attention to Fu Qian. Instead, his first reaction was to turn and look at Jian Jingzheng with a strange smile.
“Professor Jian, it seems we’ve encountered a Sword Path Demigod… Earlier, when we invited the Swordsmanship Department to investigate together, you were all lukewarm, yet it turns out that your department has gained the most!”
While the content of these words was okay, the tone seemed to be filled with mockery, somewhat unbecoming of a Demigod.
And beside him, Jian Jingzheng was already stiff-faced, staring fixedly at Fu Qian before finally his gaze landed on Fu Qian’s hand.
“That seems to be the Kamakura Family’s weapon, so where is your sword?”
This person’s temperament, truly hasn’t changed at all.
“You are far inferior to Li Weixuan. I will only discuss this matter with him.”
Recalling his last interaction with Professor Jian, Fu Qian shifted his gaze the next moment, lifted the hollow heavy sword horizontally, and handed it to the conflicted middle-aged man from the Kamakura Family.
Implicitly saying, explaining this to a piece of dead wood like you is a pure waste of emotion.
…
Facing his actions, the middle-aged man’s face, covered in bloodstains, showed a moment of hesitation.
However, the next moment he took a deep breath, accepted the task gravely, and then stepped forward, carefully examining the body.
As for Jian Jingzheng, who had already been provoked by the Vertical-Eyed Demigod, he now appeared livid after being belittled by Fu Qian with Li Weixuan.
But in just a few seconds of inner struggle, he convinced himself with the thought that he was above squabbling with such people, and huffed loudly.
Hehehe…
The Vertical-Eyed Demigod reacted with a burst of schadenfreude.
“Do you know Li Weixuan?”
“I’ve witnessed his methods; he’s a quite impressive young man.”
Fu Qian did not restrain his recognition of Director Li.
“In my view, he should have achieved demigod status long ago; I wonder if he has encountered something special.”
“It’s a pity our paths differ, my experiences may not necessarily be useful to him.”
“It doesn’t matter, as long as Li Weixuan knows that Sword Dao has a new demigod, that’s actually enough.”
The Vertical-Eyed Demigod laughed heartily.
“What shall I call you?”
In the face of this strange-acting demigod, Fu Qian seemed interested, sparked by his recognition.
“Cass, the president of Heaven’s Commencement Institute.”
The other was very straightforward in self-introducing.
“Heaven’s Commencement Institute…”
The next moment, Swordsman Yun seemed contemplative as if he had thought of something.
“Do you by chance know someone named Fu Qian?”
…
“You know that guy?”
Upon hearing this, Jian Jingzheng had the most vehement reaction.
It seems highly probable that it was the time he committed the crime; changing his appearance indeed was wise.
Observing the boisterous Jian Jingzheng, Fu Qian silently made a judgment.
“A man who leaves a profound impression.”
Emphasizing the word ‘profound’ deliberately, Fu Qian looked at Cass.
“By now, he must also be a demigod, right?”
Demigod…
In Jian Jingzheng’s dubious gaze, President Cass’s vertical eyes almost narrowed into a slit.
“Professor Fu is an instructor at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, but he left the Academy not long after a minor accident and has yet to return.”
“Although he had not been there long, his performance was indeed outstanding. As for whether he has become a demigod, we can only know when he returns. Do you have a prior acquaintance with him?”
A minor accident, outstanding performance?
This tone didn’t feel like they were talking about a wanted criminal; it nearly seemed like they were about to nominate an exceptional teacher.
Could it be that Professor Lanaya had transformed into Holmes, perfectly recreating the scene, knowing about my actions as a vigilante?
“It was he who bestowed upon me death, allowing me to seize the opportunity of a demigod.”
Mulling over thoughts silently, Fu Qian raised his hand the next moment, touching his own neck.
“Should the opportunity arise, I will return this gift to him.”
A gift? Return?
Meaning he “helped” you become a demigod, and you plan to kill him the next time you meet?
Fu Qian’s words clearly triggered a strong reaction, even causing Jian Jingzheng to display an odd expression.
However, it seems that learning of this mysterious, demigod swordsman’s enmity with Fu Qian had actually eased his agitation somewhat.
Perhaps in his view, even such a sword-crazed fanatic seemed more endearing than that guy.
“If I see him next time, I’ll convey this sentiment for you,” said Cass with a response that was surprisingly indifferent, as if he were merely relaying a message.