637 Intoxication_1 637 Intoxication_1 Without a doubt, Fu Qian’s thinking was once again unconventional.
Beneath his question, Yuan Shan and Ember both fell silent.
In fact, had it been any other time, Yuan Shan would have probably shouted out already, but given the series of blows she had received, her tolerance had clearly increased quite a bit at the moment.
As for Ember, after some consideration, he still chose to answer Fu Qian’s question.
“I apologize, Mr. Fang, but the Progenitor’s revelations are the Bloodline Clan’s most important secrets, which I can’t share with you.”
“Understandable, I was just confirming something. The revelation from your Progenitor isn’t ‘Come to mother,’ is it?”
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The moment Fu Qian’s words were spoken, time seemed to stand still.
In the suddenly frosty gaze, Ember took another deep breath, and circles of eerie patterns emerged from the flowing sheen of bloodlight.
The oppressive force surged abruptly, the overall convergence of those patterns giving one an extremely bizarre feeling, wildly chaotic yet filled with a strong essence of life.
The so-called complete Mythical Form, perhaps? Was the previous blood-stained appearance to avoid agitating everyone around?
Faced with this scene, Fu Qian secretly speculated.
However, even with such a dangerous possibility determined, he still did not retreat, even widening his eyes to observe carefully, as if afraid of missing any detail.
After staring for several seconds, no prompt appeared by his ear indicating a loss of SAN Points.
Amazing! Is it because of my solidified profession?
Fu Qian naturally considered a possibility.
It doesn’t seem that simple. Even if solidified, I’m still essentially in the Demigod category. In previous tasks, SAN Points were lost when they should have been.
Directly gazing at a nearly Divine Being’s Mythical Form from this distance, logically, shouldn’t be this stable.
Fu Qian contemplated thoughtfully.
“Mr. Fang, it’s unfortunate to tell you that from now on, you are an enemy of the Bloodline Clan.”
The next instant, Ember’s voice, filled with murderous intent, rang out.
“Any act of blasphemy against the Progenitor is unforgivable.”
“I believe that even the Night Watchman would not deny this.”
The last sentence was directed at Yuan Shan.
“Got it, so it’s not.”
Facing the death threat from a Divine Envoy, Fu Qian showed no consciousness of his impending doom, still seriously analyzing the situation.
The reason he asked that question was not without cause—Ember did not hear the Progenitor say that phrase, but he did.
That’s right, since the moment the moonlight boiled, Fu Qian heard it.
It was a sweet, gentle, and extremely enchanting voice, yet it carried a sense of palpable despair.
Layer upon layer, it seemed to bypass consciousness, directly stirring information at the spiritual level.
“… Child… kind child, come to mother…”
“… Breathe deeply of blood’s essence… do not be intoxicated by lies… child…”
This whisper was ethereal and illusory, yet irresistible, as if a being of extremely high rank was watching over him in a special way.
This feeling, Fu Qian had also experienced before.
But what he found odd was something else—why hadn’t he lost any SAN Points from it?
And now, Ember was revealing his Mythical Form in the same manner.
If all of this was a manifestation of the Progenitor of the Bloodline Clan’s will, it seemed to be too friendly towards him, didn’t it?
Besides, this wasn’t the only thing he gained.
When he posed that question earlier, Fu Qian was actually observing everyone else at nearly the same time.
And from their reactions, it was clear they were all completely puzzled.
A voice only he could hear, without even a hint of malice.
It must be said, quite thought-provoking.
Accumulating good deeds on regular days, so as to be this popular?
That person even calls oneself “child”.
Life is indeed full of surprises.
Along the way, it seemed like Ember’s protagonist script.
An old horse at the trough, dedicated with an unparalleled focus, eventually, heaven rewarded the diligent, successfully utilizing the special elixir to usher the true night within night, thus gaining the attention of the Progenitor.
But in the end, the attention was diverted onto oneself?
The key is that what I heard was clearly different from that person, and it’s difficult to explain it away as merely due to a high Inspiration.
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