Chapter 907: Chapter 905: Rotten Flesh (26) Chapter 907: Chapter 905: Rotten Flesh (26) “My life force contribution…could this actually be a vampiric aura?”
Considering Ah Wei’s straightforward display earlier, Fu Qian thought it was unlikely that he was bluffing at this moment.
Indeed, as he made his solemn proclamation, Fu Qian could feel, quite distinctly, the double transformation from appearance to essence.
But in the blink of an eye, those elegant and slender white feathers had already spread out, lush and exuberant.
Unlike their original state embedded in the skin, like some sort of ornamentation, those were now real feathers.
The feathers quickly covered more than half of Ah Wei’s body, making him look quite a bit heavier.
And the uncovered parts quickly became pallid, but clearly had turned into real flesh and blood.
Moreover, his face had been eerily elongated, looking as though he was wearing a bird beak mask.
As this figure materialized before him, Fu Qian felt the pace of his life force draining away surge by several times.
“Grand Fate Ming Emperor.”
Ah Wei’s voice was still the same.
“As a demigod, you should know that peering into the Supernatural World often requires a price to be paid.”
“If you are unwilling to make even a slight contribution and become a client, then you’ll have to be consumed as food.”
“I am very reluctant to do this, because it truly is a waste.”
“Are you sure? It seems to me like you’re enjoying the absorption quite a bit.”
Fu Qian glanced at his own hand.
Even as strong as he was, his skin was rapidly losing its luster.
Just in the time it took to say those fifteen words, he feared he had lost half a cycle of his strength.
“This is its inherent property; there’s no active will of mine involved.”
Considering such an obviously invincible setup, Ah Wei seemed quite unhurried, even going to the extent of making a case for himself.
“Then there’s you, who remains so unnaturally calm–do you think you cannot die?”
“Of course, you think you can shake me just like that?”
Fu Qian snorted and pointed to Jiang En at his side.
“If it’s the ‘Polished Skin Realm’s’ natural property, how come he’s still totally fine, not showing any signs of being worn out?”
“Although those fools call it the ‘Peeling Realm,’ which is stupid enough, yours is rather ridiculous…”
Ah Wei reflexively retorted.
“As for Jiang En, it’s simple. I just used a little trick to help him avoid the effects, after all, he’s quite a tasty morsel.”
“After your demise, he will become one of us, and return to the outside with the stature of a true genius.”
A true genius…
Fu Qian pondered. With Jiang En’s age, ascending to the Middle Tier was undoubtedly excellent, but to be called a genius…
“Could it be that the ritual does more than just promote him to Sixth Phase?”
“Of course, and even what he gave up is more than that.”
Ah Wei let out a chuckle.
“Although such rigid classifications no longer suit us… I am quite sure that if he completes the current ritual, he will be more than enough to become a Fourth Order Transcendent–without sharing, that is.”
He could actually skip ranks?
If it’s Fourth Order, that puts him on the same level as the presiding elderly master; no wonder they were so attentive.
Ah Wei undoubtedly brought up a rather novel concept, leaving Fu Qian thoughtful for a moment.
“You really don’t seem to be in a hurry?”
Seeing his opponent not only earnestly discussing issues with him but even falling into deep contemplation, Ah Wei finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You know I’m deliberately stalling, right? With each minute that passes, your condition worsens.”
“You’re not hoping to stall for half an hour and have that bunch of trash outside save you, are you?”
“What do you know? ‘To hear the Way in the morning and die in the evening would be enough.'”
Fu Qian snorted coldly and stood with his hands behind his back.
“Using intriguing secrets that might interest me in exchange for a slight increase in my chances of survival, do you think I’m unaware of your little scheme? Wouldn’t staying silent imply my agreement to this deal?”
“The trade of information for a better chance of victory, I find this deal to be quite worthwhile.”
This guy is really damned abnormal…
The genuineness of Fu Qian’s response, while deeply shocking Ah Wei, also reinforced a certain belief in the latter.
“So, are there any insights you’d like to share? Why don’t you summarize?”
Since the other party was so cooperative, Ah Wei made no attempt to conceal his intention to stall and asked Fu Qian to provide a post-match analysis.
“That’s really off the cuff… Today, I had an honest exchange with Ah Wei and gained quite a bit from the process.”
What he hadn’t expected was that the other party would genuinely begin to express himself with inflection and pauses.
“But looking back on the entire process, there’s an undeniable disappointment–”
“Disappointed about what?”
From the first word, Ah Wei seemed to endure intense mental distress, and finally could not help interrupting.
“Interrupting others is very impolite.”
Even through the mask, Fu Qian clearly expressed his displeasure.
“But since you asked with such sincerity and earnestness… the disappointing thing is quite simple; you’re actually not a Divine Envoy.”
…
Facing a somewhat bewildered Ah Wei, Fu Qian shook his head.
“For a moment there, I thought I was facing an entity of much higher standing. That is, until your so-called true form appeared, letting me down.”
“There’s no fundamental difference between you and me; the pressure I felt was simply due to reliance on the power of a higher entity, such as this…”
Fu Qian gestured around him.
“This miraculous existence, akin to a domain, is creating adverse effects that I might struggle to counter, but this power doesn’t belong to you.”
“Of course, you have some authority and can control it to some extent.”
“Like you said yourself just now, employing a little trick to protect that future genius.”
This guy has been probing me all along… with an inexplicably arrogant posture.
As Fu Qian narrated, Ah Wei’s emotions plunged further and further.
“You really have learned quite a bit…”
The next moment, his voice sounded somewhat through gritted teeth.
“Ah! So is it true?”
Unexpectedly, the response was one of surprise.
“It’s a bad habit I picked up at school; my book reports have always been a bunch of nonsense. Did you just admit it?”
These words were half true, half false.
The projection from before had been too ethereal, and now that the real body had descended, there certainly were more detailed experiences.
It felt like the previous Rank suppression wasn’t entirely consistent with Ah Wei, and Fu Qian guessed it might stem from “His” watchfulness.
But it was only a guess.
Ding!
Following a brief silence, the response to Fu Qian was a peculiar light chime.
The sound originated from the object of ridicule, a crescent-shaped curved sword that had appeared in the hands of Ah Wei, the demigod.
Not too long, with an elegant and sharp blade soaked in a deep, indelible shade of blood.
“No worries, you can now think again about how you might use what you’ve gleaned.”
The chill in his voice was extreme, emphatically revealing the speaker’s foul mood.