Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1965: Chapter 1960: Mathematical Euphoria (21)

Ah, the worldly society young and old.

Lying low and biding one’s time, striking swiftly like Thunder; to return to the Guild Court, wash away injustice, and ascend the pinnacle of life... Such is just the lie of glory returning.

Things aren’t that simple.

The person in front, compared to Brother Thick Eyebrow, looks to be in a more high-ranking and authoritative position, clearly unwilling to believe my nonsense—the intent to purge is already written on his face.

Though not beautiful, it’s also not an unexpected reaction.

To Fu Qian, the real curiosity lies in the method of cleansing the portal.

After all, killing in this place is indeed taboo.

Naturally, a first move has been made; the incense burner smashed to the ground, a gesture of significant severity.

At least, from the corner of the eye, Brother Thick Eyebrow’s serious expression indicates he didn’t expect such intense escalation.

"So where is Helen’s incense burner?"

He’s evidently lacking the experience of encountering more intense methods.

Fu Qian did not even blink, casually murmured a name, while still looking around.

...

Helen is naturally the previous member who, out of righteous indignation, wielded a knife and committed the assault.

Up to now, Helen remains the only name Fu Qian knows in the Brotherhood.

Even such a small resource inherently carries its value, deserving of the most reasonable utilization.

For instance, mentioning it now can further and naturally bolster his persona, preventing suspicion of his identity.

Moreover, regardless of the response from the two in power, it can serve as a comparison to my "incense burner," attempting to discern what makes Helen so special to be driven by the one behind the scenes.

Lastly, undeniably, this is another prime occasion for a bloodbath, such intense stimulation should drive everything to run as efficiently as possible.

While pursuing the fast-strategizing tactic, simultaneously seek the action pattern of the hidden hand.

Success isn’t guaranteed, but with resources so scarce, precise calculation is imperative.

"You actually dare mention Helen..."

Pleasingly, some gains seem apparent.

The moment words fell, Mr. Yin Yang’s authoritative demeanor failed to persist, eyes flaring with Thunderous rage.

Clearly, preceding events have already been reported to him ahead of time.

Helen, unexpectedly, has been labeled as a sacrifice by the organization, victimized by an uncomprehending deviation villain.

"Why did you implicate the Brotherhood in such serious crimes?"

Without waiting for Fu Qian to defend himself, further questioning flowed in.

So the crux of the fury is not mainly about the killed member, but the crime itself?

It does make sense.

At that moment, Fu Qian nodded inwardly.

Since witnessing the spectacle of smoke swirling magnificently, he now comprehends the Brotherhood’s ideology more concretely.

The term Unity of Thought, evidently not referring to literally sharing one brain, rather bears resemblance to shared cause and consequence.

It aligns perfectly with their attempt to use this approach, in a vain effort to touch upon an elevated echelon.

With everyone’s cause intertwining in this manner, it transforms into an alternative grand notion.

Slightly rational at first glance, yet it introduces a flaw where once disciplinary control slips, even minor problems become collective burdens.

Like my violent killings.

Such actions exceed the Brotherhood’s tolerance threshold.

This should explain Mr. Yin Yang’s decisive stance in smashing the incense burner.

Motive is no longer crucial—once a major incident occurs, the disruptive element must be meticulously purged.

"Is it the one over there? I see that one isn’t emitting smoke."

Fu Qian, mindful of the motive’s benevolence, acknowledged while casually adding insult to injury.

If they refuse to assist in finding Helen’s incense burner, I’ll resort to self-reliance.

In that moment, amidst numerous incense burners, he discovered an anomaly.

The surface adorned in various hues, its shape slender and unique among the rest, notably because it was the only one not emitting smoke within visual proximity.

Without hesitation, Fu Qian pointed and inquired.

...

It appears to be true?

In that instant, the already physically Suffocating grand hall grew further stifling.

Regardless of whether Mr. Yin Yang or Brother Thick Eyebrow, their expressions appeared voraciously predatory.

Consistently observing, Fu Qian vaguely confirmed his conjecture, yet didn’t find the reaction excessive.

One aspect of committing such universally condemned acts is that he remains utterly unrepentant, daring to bring it up openly.

Another point—don’t forget, in the views of these two, he ought to be familiar with this place, thus the feigned ignorance smacks too heavily of deliberate provocation.

Roaming the worldly society, empathy is key, else risk being cut down easily.

Faced with two struggling-to-stay-calmed faces, Fu Qian was acutely aware that his life flickered like a candle exposed to the wind.

"I truly apologize for the prior event, even though it was intentional."

Without receiving a response, Fu Qian stepped forward, mimicking Mr. Yin Yang’s gesture, directly lifting the incense burner.

"So really, is my two-plus-years’ insight at the chapel not worth hearing?"

...

"No, originally I hoped for your repentance upon arriving here... Alas, you appear to be utterly deranged."

Upon plagiarizing the idea and design, Fu Qian finally received a response; Mr. Yin Yang’s demeanor was particularly vile.

Indeed worthy of being the higher-positioned spokesperson, deeply poisoned by power, rendering him more immune to Fu Qian’s grandiloquent promises.

Unlike the skeptical Brother Thick Eyebrow, this one decisively severed wandering thoughts, leaving no room for Fu Qian’s deceitful rhetoric to thrive.

Though in truth, insight never existed; always merely an empty concept being peddled.

"Once everything concludes, you may take his incense burner if you wish."

In that very next moment, he declared the prepared show was just commencing.

Quite reasonable; not only departing the organization outright, even turning back to brutally slay colleagues—expelling from the Court with mere condemnation seems insufficient; some degree of action is inevitable.

Of course, certain absolute boundaries, presumably they lack the courage to breach—so if breached, then it isn’t by them.

"Then I shall humbly accept it."

With this hopeful prospect, Fu Qian unceremoniously accepted the incense burner, advancing a few steps, trailing dust clouds.

"At your pleasure."

That mirage carrying quite a Transcendent aura was indeed steadfast; in a flash reverting to normalcy.

Resolved decisively, Mr. Yin Yang’s voice attained a transcendental levity, devoid of a trace of anger.

In the midst of their mutual courtesy, Fu Qian clearly sensed the heaviness in his lungs akin to being filled with cement.