Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2630: Chapter 2625: Eight Wicked Women (Part 1)

It should be that I’ve been captured.

Extraordinary abilities do not affect one’s vision, and despite the handcuffs being lightweight and thin, Fu Qian certainly doesn’t treat them as some sort of pleasure device.

The craftsmanship is visibly excellent, the material obviously special. If you wanted to break free by force, dismantling the headboard might be a better idea.

Additionally, a casual glance is enough to see the precision of the locks, far beyond what normal products offer.

Without the right tools, opening them would still be difficult.

All things considered, I really must have been caught.

And the pursuer in front of me is not only professional but also well-prepared.

"It wasn’t easy to find you."

Wen Li’s next words also confirm this point.

Seeing Fu Qian realize his situation, a slight smile curved at the corner of her mouth at that moment.

Although it was a sigh, it carried the demeanor of a victor finally cutting down his foe after a long trek.

"Sorry, I’ve had quite a lot on my plate lately."

Greeting someone with acknowledgment of hardships is customary, and it doesn’t necessarily mean acknowledging the other’s hardships.

Hearing that Wen Li struggled to find him, Fu Qian sighed lightly, immediately explaining that life’s pressures and academic leadership responsibilities leave him little free time.

"Indeed, it’s exhausting, going from place to place."

Even in such a strange setting, Miss Wen gave face and casually agreed.

But the content was a bit gently firm and non-negotiable.

"But don’t worry; good news is up next: you’ll get a rare break to distance yourself from trifles and focus on yourself.

"Until we reach the Sanctuary together, I won’t unlock this for you."

As she spoke, Wen Li finally got up from her seat and pointed at Fu Qian’s handcuffs.

...

Sanctuary? Today’s scenario feels off.

As a well-informed administrator, to Fu Qian, the likelihood of this scene being reality seems low.

But even if it’s something like a dream hallucination, Wen Li’s demeanor is unusually different.

She knows me and recognizes me as Mr. Fu.

Yet, her demeanor is entirely unlike usual—like she’s ridding the world of evil.

The contrast in their appearances, and even the previous words, all attest to this.

However, just as Fu Qian attempted to accept this setting, the mention of ’Sanctuary’ complicated matters even further.

It can’t possibly be the White Head Holy Church, can it?

Could Miss Wen be secretly affiliated with the Joyful Sect, lying in wait just to recruit me?

This character development is too explosive, although her abilities after becoming a demigod indeed involve emotional activation.

"Thank you, can I confirm what purpose you’re taking me to the Sanctuary for?"

Without blindly dismissing it out of subjective feelings, Fu Qian considered various possibilities while watching Wen Li approach step by step.

Only when his mortal nose could catch the scent of her did he finally speak up for confirmation.

And even then, he didn’t forget to express gratitude first.

Amidst a busy schedule, what’s more justifiable than being kidnapped to take a break?

"So, you don’t know?"

Unfortunately, upon hearing the question, Wen Li didn’t give a straightforward answer. Instead, she examined him with a half-smile.

Let’s just say she lives up to her reputation as a master of emotional manipulation, with her simple counter-question and smile delivering a chilling effect.

Especially for Fu Qian, because Wen Li’s expression felt like it was stolen straight from his repertoire.

"I don’t know."

Of course, everyone in the game understands—the feelings Fu Qian experienced ultimately turned into a sigh, as he shook his head honestly revealing his ignorance.

"Then continue not knowing."

Who would have thought Miss Wen’s sinister way would go on, her smile still sweet, her voice still gentle, her answer still a secret.

And amidst an even clearer fragrance, she had bent down to detach the other end of the handcuff and couched it onto her own wrist.

...

Really... is this necessary?

In the blink of an eye, his right hand was forcibly linked to Wen Li’s left hand, restricted to the length of the slender chain.

At that moment, Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the handcuff, his heart only filled with amazement.

Of course, it’s not because of Wen Li’s stance—he had long been accustomed to playing the villain, being rejected by the just side was nothing new. Fu Qian marveled if this extra step was really necessary?

On one hand, he was a solid mortal at this point; on the other, as Wen Li took those two steps, Fu Qian faintly sensed something amiss—not everyone seemed to fall into the mortal realm like him, and her extraordinary attribute seemed to have been retained.

And if it turns out to be true, the power disparity is overly exaggerated.

The transcendent taking on the mortal—this suppression is already on an incomprehensible level; is there a need for such preventative measures during an escort?

Not to mention the eye-catching appearance, wouldn’t it easily cause misunderstandings? Doesn’t Lady Nepheli have any slight cleanliness obsession?

Very naturally the set of Harriet’s three questions followed, but Fu Qian wasn’t so bored as to voice these doubts; instead, he shook his head and sat up.

However, before getting off the bed, he insisted on using the mirror on the bedside table to check his appearance, seeming quite concerned about his image.

Indeed, it was genuinely him, even in his true identity as an Academy Professor.

"It’s quite strange that you didn’t disguise yourself."

Unquestionably, noticing this action, Wen Li didn’t stop him, even accompanying her gaze with a sudden unsolicited comment.

You find it strange—I find it even stranger.

To this, Fu Qian’s reaction was a cold snort in his heart, sensing the oddity of this journey even more.

He’s not that fond of going bare-faced. In his many dealings with Wen Li, most of the time he’s assumed the role of a bookstore owner.

"I’m not so strange anymore; seems some things are more important to you."

But before Fu Qian could express his feelings, Wen Li already followed up with a heart-piercing line.

The implication was clear, pointing to Fu Qian being overly concerned with his appearance and unwilling to change his persona.

"That statement is incorrect..."

Fu Qian was immediately displeased. For those of us in academia, one of the biggest taboos is focusing only on superficial matters.

Such accusations on conduct could potentially affect one’s professional image.

"Oh?"

Wen Li, seemingly not so domineering, stopped and turned back with a listening expression.

Hmm...

However, under the gaze of those distinctly iris-colored eyes, the law-breaker’s lips parted slightly, ultimately remaining wordless.

Of course, it’s not that he suddenly turned shy—Fu Qian, as the involved party, felt it distinctly. Just as he tried to argue for himself, it was as if his vocal cords vanished from his throat, not a sound emerged.

Without a doubt, it’s Wen Li playing tricks; the previous guesses weren’t wrong—she truly retained her transcendent physique.

"Speechless now, are you?"

And in this silent standoff, she spoke first, delivering a judgment with a half-smile.