Facing an Ancient God for a Year

The technique was so crude, obviously the work of an amateur.

After throwing the cola, Fu Qian had no interest in joining the fuss, he just kept shopping with his cart, keeping a low profile.

In the past, even if he intended to stop it, he would probably choose other methods.

But now, he’d started to act first rather than waste words.

A direct hit to the head could certainly knock someone down, but that would probably attract the police, and since the thief didn’t succeed, it would complicate things.

After buying everything he needed, Fu Qian packed his haul into three large bags, feeling satisfied as he left the supermarket.

It was getting late outside, and Fu Qian initially wanted to take a taxi home.

Unfortunately, he noticed that as soon as he stepped out, a certain car started following him.

Definitely not professionals, they didn’t even understand the concept of cutting losses in time.

Probably stole the phone just for kicks, much like what they were about to do now.

Fu Qian gave up the idea of hailing a taxi and continued on his way.

The car behind him maintained a leisurely pace, patiently following along.

Looking for a place without surveillance cameras? Fu Qian totally understood the intentions of those in the car.

After following him with astonishing patience for a full kilometer, they reached a stone bridge.

This stone bridge had been there as long as Fu Qian could remember, once a main thoroughfare in Lincheng.

But after the highway was rerouted, it saw little traffic and was practically abandoned, with only a few people taking it as a shortcut and grass even starting to grow on its surface.

As expected, Fu Qian wasn’t let down. As they reached the middle of the bridge, the pursuing car suddenly accelerated, then screeched to a halt with a sharp turn and switched on its high beams, illuminating the area.

Indeed one of the most annoying behaviors!

As he looked around at the blinding whiteness, Fu Qian couldn’t help but remark.

At that moment, the car doors opened and five people, exuding momentum, got out and blocked the way.

Fu Qian glanced at them, they all looked quite young, almost like students.

Furthermore, judging by their clothes and accessories, they didn’t look short on money, probably just enthusiasts.

Easily, Fu Qian recognized one of them as the person who had attempted to steal the phone; his arm was still hanging somewhat limply, suggesting the can had hit him hard.

“It’s him!”

Another one pointed at Fu Qian and said.

The perpetrator surely didn’t know who Fu Qian was, this must be the lookout.

Fu Qian silently made his judgment.

“Lit up?”

One in a white coat, clearly the leader, looked Fu Qian up and down after hearing the question and asked a strange question.

“Not bad.”

Fu Qian nodded.

Anyone else would probably be unable to open their eyes at this point.

But such a stimulus was nothing to him now.

“Take a good look, you might not get the chance again.”

The man in the white coat smiled and gestured with his hand, and the others quickly surrounded him.

“Are you implying I won’t live to see tomorrow’s sun?”

Fu Qian blinked and asked.

“Hard to say.”

The man in the white coat shook his head.

“It mostly depends on your constitution.”

“Alright then.”

Fu Qian looked around to confirm there was no one else on the bridge.

“No need to look, there’s no one around, this is a pretty good spot!”

The man in the white coat exclaimed with some satisfaction.

Nonsense, could the place I chose be unsuitable!

Fu Qian thought to himself, and at that moment, he heard the wind from behind— someone couldn’t wait to take action.

San value decreased by 1.

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate and immediately activated the new skill he had just acquired.

Mythical Form was too costly to use, and he hadn’t planned on testing it so soon.

But having materials delivered to his door wasn’t so bad either.

Both Air Bullet and Visceral Critical Strike were too bloody in effect.

After considering his few skills, Fu Qian eventually activated Decree Residue.

After much thought, it seemed the gentlest, and with previous experience to draw on, it was easier to compare the results.

…

For an instant, it was as if the day had dawned.

Fu Qian had never imagined the effect would be so exaggerated.

The moment Decree Residue was activated, a brilliant torch descended upon the earth.

The golden splendid light spread in all directions, unstoppable, penetrating everything.

Fu Qian felt his body enter a special state, bright and translucent, as if ready to melt at any moment.

Praise the sun!

In view of the scene, Fu Qian couldn’t help but raise his hands, forming a Y shape with his body, making a classic pose.

Two seconds later, the glow faded.

The five people before him stood there dumbly, with vacant expressions, seemingly their brains had gone blank.

The effect was indeed impressive; was that the full manifestation of Decree Residue?

He could distinctly feel he was enveloped by a divine and glorious aura, which even carried a hint of the higher-order transformational aura within it.

Just like the tree atop the volcano crater.

It appears that Mythical Form isn’t just a simple amplification of power.

Based on Pei Yanqing’s reaction before, these individuals likely wouldn’t wake up for a while.

Exactly how long it would take for them to recover depended on their constitution.

Of course, it could also be forever.

However, Fu Qian didn’t feel any psychological burden about it.

Everyone was out to fend for themselves; surely, they must have that much understanding.

Picking the items back up from the ground, he made a detour and left the place.

…

“Abnormal flash in the Eastern Suburbs of the city, suspected unidentified flying object—five witnesses suffering mental stimuli, currently receiving treatment.”

The next day, Fu Qian saw such news in the push notifications.

According to the newspaper, those five had stayed on the bridge for most of the night, and when they were found, they were all muttering “so bright!” without exception.

As for the cause of the incident, there were a myriad of theories: aliens, UFOs, laser weapons, Buddha’s manifestation, and various other speculations were endless.

Nobody suspected it was man-made.

After quickly reading through the news, Fu Qian placed his phone on the table and put on his work badge.

[Identity verification complete, work for the day begins]

[Warning, containment breach]

The warehouse did not disappoint him, displaying what seemed like a sievelike storage capability.

[Name: Messenger, Code: 3-0177]

[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene of 3-0177, complete re-containment]

Finally, a task starting with a 3!

Fu Qian was greatly relieved for a moment.

Based on his brief previous experience, items starting with a 3 should be relatively simple, and he shouldn’t face particularly tricky situations; he could relax a bit—right?

[Entering containment scene of 3-0177: Shangjing]

[…4%…6%…10%…18%…34%…66%…100%, containment scene loading complete]

[As the biggest city on the West Coast, Shangjing is a gathering place for numerous Transcendents, also one of the areas with the strictest oversight by the Night Watchman.

But on this day, an item deeply hidden by the Night Watchman was incredibly stolen, triggering a series of reactions.

Find the stolen Thorn Blood before the Night Watchman does.]