Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2626: Chapter 2621: The Value of Pureblood

Red eyes are quite beautiful.

Based on current observations, the words of the progenitor of the blood clan, Annalise, might have been the very opportunity for the birth of this race.

As a truly classic concept, the blood clan, whether due to its long lifespan or its emphasis on bloodlines, undoubtedly possesses the value of a living fossil.

The succession of bloodlines, the transcendent inheritance, can serve as research samples for various laws.

In contrast, the Chen Family, which was likely infiltrated, has far too many interference factors.

Of course, the most important thing is the relationship between the blood clan and the moon.

Previously, there had been attempts to define the entire history of the transcendent using the Moon History Record, but little was known that this history is equally the millennium of solitude of a race.

Fu Qian did not rush to enter but observed the surrounding environment, developing a sense of immersion by combining cultural history.

The courtyard was a familiar scene, even quieter than in memory, with restless youths not emerging again, the silence comparable to that of a grave.

Isn’t this a bit exaggerated?

Indeed, Brother Tyler’s successive performances previously had really tested the family’s high-level blood pressure.

As a result, he was first grounded, and later not even allowed to sleep.

But Shangjing had been calm for a few days, and the relatively stern elder, Selana, was even away on duty, is it really necessary to make the young one so pitiful?

Or was he already sent to Grantham for personal supervision?

Tsk tsk admiration, the emotions brewed sufficiently that Fu Qian’s features rapidly transformed, becoming flamboyant and abstract in the blink of an eye.

As for the black-and-white contrast, it was eye-popping.

Indeed, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

Gently brushing his hand over his face, even though it was the second time he used this identity in Shangjing, Fu Qian remained very satisfied with this mask.

He even pulled out wide robe sleeves specifically for stylistic adaptation.

Here it might be suitable to say, "An old friend hasn’t slept either," right?

Filled with anticipation for a reunion after a long absence, the figure of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor blended into the darkness like leaves falling in the wind.

...

Is there such a thing?

Since he had been waiting outside earlier, this was the first time visiting Brother Tyler.

The place wasn’t very large, and as a young blood clan member, Tyler seemed to live relatively low-profile.

Even with adjusted ranking, Fu Qian scanned the place and still noticed abnormalities in this courtyard.

First, there were no monitoring personnel, and second, although it was nighttime, the building at the core was excessively unlit, black as if every gap exuded oil.

Undoubtedly abnormal phenomena, so why is there such anomaly?

Due to the previous act of sneaking out, was he grounded in this way, and is this thing ensuring Tyler doesn’t escape?

It must be worse than confinement, especially considering he also can’t sleep on top of it.

Deeply empathizing, yet Fu Qian’s actions were bold, and in the next moment, he already walked straight into the "oil."

It was indeed a form of barrier.

He immediately concluded.

Though it couldn’t truly serve as fuel, it carried an unusual viscosity, greatly reducing visibility.

Besides, it even smelled faintly of blood, increasingly matching the identity of his visit target.

Oddly, it was just that. Fu Qian confirmed these negative sensations cannot truly trap a person.

Even if it wasn’t himself, swapping with a middle-tier individual, most should overcome it.

So does this really work on Brother Tyler, or is it effective against bloodline clan attacks—not likely.

In the next moment, the confusion was explained, and despite its peculiarities, Fu Qian’s bold posture didn’t retract as he directly walked into the building’s interior.

Simultaneously, the viscous feeling suddenly vanished.

The interior of the dark barrier still appeared as a normal building, even lit with a candle of considerable atmosphere.

By the candle’s faint light, Fu Qian quickly searched the space.

The conclusion was that the prisoner supposedly trapped within could not be seen anywhere.

...

So, another rebellion?

Brother Tyler’s vigor is enviable.

Rushing to meet under the stars but unable to reunite inevitably evokes the impermanent gathering and scattering.

Though Fu Qian felt no negative emotion, he even went straight ahead to sit beside the candle.

Here, just the Gulad Clan alone has several individuals present, and Tyler is among the weakest.

So, technically, if one wanted to research the blood clan sample, there are many choices.

But he still chose to bestow this honor upon Brother Tyler, partly due to a clear condition—pureblood vampire.

This was personally certified by Her Excellency Selana, though the attitude was rather disdainful, thinking it’s of little use.

Considering the topic was transcendent inheritance, Brother Tyler’s characteristics became quite notable.

Additionally, his resilience in repeatedly failing and trying again was a significant reason.

The scene of him swearing to prove his innocence when he climbed out wearing an invisibility cloak could practically be seen vividly.

So now has he escaped again, vowing to demonstrate the conspiracy theory concerning the Abandonment King wasn’t wrong?

It seems very easy to reach such a conclusion, though Fu Qian didn’t rush to leave and instead picked up the candleholder while observing the surroundings.

A moment later, he directly walked to the corner of the room and blew a breath at the empty ground.

With the wind comparable to dimensional breeze, that space twisted, then flung open, revealing a dark mass underneath.

...

Indeed, one must master restraining cognitive inertia.

What did it just say, wearing an invisibility cloak climbing over walls?

Knowing there exists such magical tools, then it can be used to climb walls, why not for lying in bed?

Did Tyler really leave? Not necessarily.

Of course, it wasn’t some divine power activated, just a powerful breath blown.

And the subsequent change wasn’t surprising for Fu Qian as he gazed at what was revealed below.

Theoretically, it should be Tyler, but after days unseen, there’s noticeably too much change.

The whole body seemed like it had been scorched by flames, barely recognizable as human-shaped, curled up in a significantly twisted posture, lifeless.

Was it not confinement but murder? Who would commit such atrocity?

Such a scene defiantly shocked, and at that moment, Fu Qian seemed once again to sense the upheaval of the worldly society of Shangjing.

Moreover, there wasn’t another chance to compete, as Nan Jiang’en and Beitai Le’er had already suffered a loss?

Such a promising talent passing early, how could mere sighs describe it.

Staring at the still motionless body, Fu Qian reached out to pick up the cloak that had fallen aside.