Chapter 1967: Chapter 1962: Mathematical Nirvana (23)
"Wonderful!"
It turns out there is a reason why one can become part of the Brotherhoodâs leadership.
Amid Fu Qianâs anticipation, Mr. Yin Yang had already spat out the broken teeth in his mouth. Instead of rushing forward to counterattack, he unexpectedly stayed put, applauding.
"It seems youâve really brought something interesting, making it worthwhile for me to wait here specifically."
Even with blood on his face untouched, his words carried a certain wild recklessness reminiscent of youthful exuberance.
The clarity of his speech suggested it wasnât just about regaining face; there was genuine excitement fueling him.
No surprise, itâs all about indulgence within a limited scope, which is the core of this kind of performance art.
The Brotherhoodâs incense hall might be extremely precious, but the destruction by an intruding traitor made it an exceptional cause and effect.
Fu Qian didnât believe all this was within the old manâs expectations, since before the actual display, no one would overestimate their lunacy to such an extent.
Yet the old manâs mind was clearly not entirely rigid, making an impressive improvisation.
In this regard, Brother Thick Eyebrow, with the Hellenic Incense Burner in his mouth, fell a bit short.
Because the incense burner had hit his bridge of the nose, he was only just starting to recover, tears barely visible flowing down.
"Break his legs first... then weâll talk about whatâs next..."
Of course, his pitiful appearance didnât affect Brother Thick Eyebrowâs forceful statement.
As he spoke, he whipped open his robe, pulling out a fierce weapon that looked both like a blade and a club from his leg, staring ahead with even fiercer eyes as he charged forward.
...
"Good, very spirited."
Itâs hard to say whether the old man or Brother Thick Eyebrowâs response was more consequential.
But Fu Qian was evidently pleased with the lively atmosphere.
He refrained from making more pointless destructive actions, instead sitting down on the ground, contentedly offering his critique.
"Donât worry, it will get livelier."
By this time, Brother Thick Eyebrow was already very close. He merely sneered at the critique, revealing a roguish side typical of a child of the worldly society.
Mr. Yin Yang, however, did not respond, standing unmoved, completely unwilling to stop the incense hall conflict.
Thudâ
In the next moment, Brother Thick Eyebrowâs weapon fiercely struck Fu Qianâs left knee.
The sound was distinct because the weapon, although edged on one side, was shaped almost entirely like a club.
Rather than a chop, it was more like a blunt beating, making the phrase "break the leg" quite apt.
Though the break wasnât entirely complete.
While seated, the legs were naturally easier to target, but breaking the leg was equally easy.
As the weapon struck, Fu Qianâs hand was already waiting, grabbing it firmly.
"Is that it?"
Brother Thick Eyebrow naturally wasnât about to give up his weapon easily, thus a tug-of-war ensued.
However, like the initial critique, he truly appeared somewhat feeble; the straightforward contest of strength was hardly pressuring.
In contrast, the pressure Fu Qian exerted was undoubtedly on another level.
It wasnât that this body was excessively strong, but because of past deeds.
True leaders in society never feared hotheaded young men in their teens.
Unlike the mutual saving of face with others, this type fights with no consideration for holding back.
And Fu Qian was evidently the one with a track record in this regard.
Facing someone who had killed less than an hour ago, any harsh words would just seem weak.
Quickly, under Fu Qianâs gaze, Brother Thick Eyebrow conceded, releasing his grip to distance his chest from the sharp blade.
...
Ha, with such a small courage, you dare to mingle in this society.
Without even shifting his seating position or glancing at his wounded leg, Fu Qian toyed with the newly acquired weapon, using the pain from it to feel himself.
This approach was chosen because other methods were no longer reliable.
The heart punishment leading to inner withering is not just empty words.
In mere moments, the effort to maintain normal actions had already ballooned madly.
Moreover, pain isnât a good sensation, but it is a cheap and reliable way to perceive oneself.
Tingâ
He casually flicked away another incense burner, remaining silent, merely observing the mess that scattered across the ground.
Indeed, it was already impossible to notice the changes.
As mentioned earlier, since his incense burner fell to the ground, while feeling intense mental oppression, the original phantom images in the hall were gradually becoming invisible to him.
At this point, there was nothing left to see, only chaos and smoke.
Fu Qian, curious about its origin, felt a deep sense of regret.
There must be a reason for its appearance. Why would the smoke of many incense burners converge into a pattern? Why, once his own incense burner is destroyed, does its absence cause suppression?
According to Mr. Yin Yang, if you walk out of this place, there seems to be no such discomfort.
So where does this special power arise, and what does it signify?
Unfortunately, not only had the strange outline disappeared, but in the next moment, even the smoke in his field of vision began to turn abstract.
Fu Qian knew that his human sense of observation was rapidly deteriorating, the operating window seemed to have passedâeven for escape.
Although the door wasnât far, given his current leg condition, it was not quick to get out.
"Very good, half the time has passed, so far only three people have managed this much.
"Also, based on their shared experiences... remember not to fall asleep, and even more, do not forget what light is."
At this time, Mr. Yin Yang provided a thoughtful reminder, indicating that he only needed to endure for another half of the time, even sharing the experience of past seniors.
Donât forget the light?
This reminderâs goodwill is questionable, but how could Fu Qian care about such minor details, his mind quickly processing its content.
First, it seemed obvious that what he was experiencing was not a special customized torment, but something everyone would face.
To the extent that some people even summarized their experiences, not unlike the knowledge he gained from escaping the Non-human Reincarnation.
"So has anyone among the three ever completed it?"
Truly taking the advice, Fu Qian imagined a ray of Luminous Glass in his mind and strove to maintain it, while consulting with a question.
"No, perhaps you could challenge it."
Unfortunately, the old manâs answer was pessimistic, suggesting that no one had ever fully endured through this punishmentâbut it seemed there was indeed a chance to challenge it.
The next moment, Fu Qianâs heart surfaced with a different judgment.
Following the "light" suggestion, the deepening oppression indeed momentarily halted.
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