Chapter 588 Turmoil (12)_1

Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Turmoil (12)_1 Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Turmoil (12)_1 For a fleeting moment, Fu Qian thought he saw a splendid firework.

The little puppet clearly couldn’t withstand his powerful strike, instantly shattering apart and spraying chunks of flesh patterned with bizarre shapes in all directions.

And this firework, filled with a chaotic and profane aura, struck a brilliantly radiant barrier the next.

At the heart of this barrier stood Ariel, whose eyes were as pure as a saint’s.

The surging white light, almost as thick as fire, instantly suppressed the chaotic filth.

Since the connection with Fu Qian was severed, the curse lost its vessel and was rapidly purified without leaving a trace.

“What are you doing?”

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; by the time the barrier receded and normalcy returned, Veheler was staring at Fu Qian, his tone unable to hide the lurking murderous intent.

Ariel stood beside him, not speaking, but also staring this way, releasing the oppressive aura of a Divine Envoy without restraint.

In the face of such a scene, Fu Qian didn’t rush to answer Veheler’s question but noticed something else—Ariel’s purification skill was unmistakably a wide-area AOE.

Not only had it cleansed the remnants of the Godblood Curse, but the environment for Ya Yu’s descent that Veheler had just created was also dispersed.

As a result, the landlord looked as if he had disconnected, his vacant gaze staring over here, still not speaking up to this moment.

“The balance just became somewhat unsustainable, so I had to go with the flow. Isn’t it okay as long as the pollution is separated from myself, no matter which side it’s on?”

After looking around, Fu Qian finally explained.

“Do you expect me to believe that? Everything was fine until suddenly you couldn’t maintain it?”

Veheler wasn’t easily fooled. After hearing the explanation, his murderous aura didn’t diminish in the slightest.

In the next moment, as he raised his cane and pointed in the air once more, a disturbance similar to before but much stronger expanded, instantly enveloping the entire room.

Fu Qian was very sure that this barrier wasn’t just there to stabilize Ya Yu, it was now clearly a barrier to prevent his escape.

“You’d better think of a reasonable explanation, or else—”

Veheler hadn’t finished his threatening sentence when the landlord suddenly stepped forward and reached for Fu Qian’s arm.

Faced with this sudden movement, Fu Qian blinked beneath his mask but made no move to dodge, letting his arm be caught by the other.

“Being overly clever isn’t a good habit.”

The next moment, the landlord lifted Fu Qian’s hand to his face.

By now, the hand had returned to a solid state, no longer covered with that mesmerizing pattern, the curse seemingly removed.

But upon closer inspection, one could still find wisps of nearly transparent patterns winding along the skin’s surface.

“If this level of curse could be easily transferred away by a Substitute Emissary, why would I bother?”

“Now, even if the majority of the curse has been cleared from your body, the root remains. It’s just a delayed process from earlier.”

“I don’t believe you haven’t felt this. So… what exactly are you trying to do?”

After finishing his last sentence, the landlord stared coldly at Fu Qian, and the air once again sank into silence.

“Becoming a Demigod.”

In the face of this suffocating threat of death, Fu Qian gave an unequivocal answer without hesitation, his laughter tinged with undisguised madness.

“You’re right. I know that operating in reverse like this won’t completely clear the curse.”

First, he looked at Ya Yu as he spoke, then turned to Veheler.

“But you’re wrong about one thing—that in my 175 years of life, I still touched that threshold.”

While speaking, Fu Qian tore off his other glove.

In the next moment, under everyone’s gaze, his entire left hand turned an inky black, as deep as the abyss, and his fingers, as if losing their bones, elongated and twisted into tendrils.

What caught the eye most were the faint, star-like specks on the surface of the dark tendrils, linked by indescribable lines, giving the pitch-black tendrils an eerie and incomprehensible decoration.

Witnessing this, Ya Yu, who was closest, had half of his face almost instantly raise with countless blood vessels before they burst one after another.

“I’m sorry.”

Fu Qian apologized very politely, even taking two steps back, yet his tone remained fervent.

“If I’m not mistaken, this should be a Mythical Form?”

He looked at his own left hand as if obsessed.

“Although it is not complete, I have waited too long for this moment.”

“I had thought I no longer had any hope of ascending to Demigod status, but it turns out that the combination of the curse and the Demigod’s conscious imprint can have such wondrous effects.”

“I will not give up this opportunity, so I choose to retain this state.”

“And before my body breaks down again, I will ascend to a true Demigod—”

“It seems you should have explained this to us in advance.”

After this extravagant performance, Veheler’s tone softened slightly.

“That would have been impossible, right?”

Fu Qian instantly denied that possibility suggested by the other.

“For tomorrow’s operation, a stable and reliable Fourth Phase is far more suitable than a prospective Demigod, a fact I understand very well, which is why I know you would not have agreed.”

“But rest assured, I am now very confident in my current state.”

“I can definitely maintain a very good balance in the short term.”

While speaking, as if to demonstrate control over his own state, Fu Qian’s left hand slowly reverted from the Mythical Form back to that of a normal human.

“If you still find me unreliable, you can simply get rid of me and find someone else.”

Gradually putting his gloves back on, Fu Qian left the decision in the hands of the three before him.

…

Thud!

A few seconds later, the elderly landlord’s body went limp, and he fell to the ground without any reaction.

It appeared that the Demigod Ya Yu had chosen to leave directly.

And this posture was undoubtedly quite clear.

Veheler and Ariel exchanged glances, and the next moment he snapped his fingers, lifting the barriers surrounding them instantly.

At the same time, he reached out his hand, the palm holding the remaining talisman.

“I hope you remember your responsibilities.”

…

Was it that easy to talk to?

Taking the talisman from the other’s hand unobtrusively, Fu Qian was inwardly shocked.

He might not be very familiar with the Native Council, but from what he had seen previously, it was difficult to imagine these people caring much about camaraderie.

Yet for his own actions, he felt that this person was being unusually indulgent.

With that thought, Fu Qian stored away the talisman and straightened his clothes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be on my way then.”

“Where are you going?”

Veheler’s brows furrowed instantly.

“To the Phoenix Palace.”

Fu Qian chuckled again, borrowing someone’s line.

“To get familiar with the environment for tomorrow’s operation.”

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