Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2830: Chapter 2825: The Unpurged Laboratory

When Fu Qian left the bar, the sky was already turning dark.

He truly adhered to his words and actions, enjoying life with a vacation attitude.

In the end, even the female priestess joined the squad of giving up worries, focusing solely on enjoying the slightly tipsy feeling, and left after excusing herself following three drinks.

Unfortunately, so much time had passed, yet the host still didn’t show up.

It turns out Old Master Yibu was indeed keeping a low profile this time, willing to endure such silence without even having an initial face-to-face conversation.

Fu Qian wouldn’t believe under normal circumstances that his vacation time could escape the eyes and ears of the New White Tower King.

This made the relationship between the latter and the master increasingly intriguing.

Earlier analysis showed that Yibu might indeed be inclined to take care of the remnants of the Rebirth Club due to Old Master Lu’s recent fame.

But now, there are two more variables in this situation.

First, the master took a surprisingly clear stance, directly implying that Lu Ming might be fake.

Second, there’s something unusual about the White Tower Codex; if there truly is some power of law lingering over it, the White Tower Codex regaining power could instantly complicate the entire archipelago’s momentum.

Who did it?

Does Yibu know? What about the master?

Could the tacit welcome given to Professor Fu of the Academy by both sides be related to this matter?

It’s hard to determine... but Yibu seems very resolute.

In the bar, this silent rivalry persisted for so long, never swaying his intentions.

Given the situation, it might be better to follow the host and first visit that must-see place.

"Very punctual."

It turns out that His Excellency, the Master, also kept his word, in the same spot, on the same boat, even sitting in the same position with his back turned.

Fu Qian didn’t even have time to greet him before he meaningfully praised.

"Let’s begin."

Then, turning to look over, he refrained from saying any unnecessary words, not even mentioning his men being beaten up in the bar earlier.

...

"You have fifteen minutes. No matter what you see or gain, you must come out within this time."

Regarding the master’s swift decisiveness, Fu Qian naturally had no objections.

The small boat seemed merely a meeting venue, not responsible for transport.

The master then signaled for him to disembark together, walking and chatting all the way to the laboratory’s edge of the prohibition.

And facing the clear warning and the raised barrier, the former unreservedly explained the action plan on site.

"What if I get entangled by something and can’t get out?"

Fu Qian, pondering, raised a very practical concern.

"Then, unfortunately, our cooperation ends here, and I’ll go back to the ship for a drink."

The master’s reply couldn’t even be described as a sweatshop, directly indicating that there was no rescue plan.

"Even if you luckily escape later, we won’t help cover for you with Yibu; you will need to rely on yourself."

Moreover, there wasn’t even a compensation plan.

In general, young people should remember not to sign such deals when job hunting—

"No problem, let’s begin."

Such great treatment should naturally be reserved for experts, and at that moment, Fu Qian directly bypassed the barriers.

...

Everything is vivid, indeed.

As expected, Old Master Yibu did not capture any unsettling thoughts that couldn’t be argued against on the spot.

Even with the slight cover of night, until Fu Qian stood before the laboratory entrance, no alarm or searchlight was triggered.

Given the dream sequence after trampling Bai Jinting, theoretically, it never happened in reality.

The lavishly equipped laboratory, therefore, remained intact from the outside.

However, according to memory, the inside was sure to be a mess; the power of Old Master Lu and his companions was astonishing after they banded together.

Fortunately, standing here, it sounded very quiet.

The once-mad scene had long since been subdued under the Lightning Jungle.

Tap—

Adhering somewhat to the underhanded nature of this venture, Fu Qian didn’t kick the door open but instead leapt through an already broken side window.

So cold.

That was the first impression.

Though humans are also sources of heat radiation, the chill of this abandoned building was exceedingly overwhelming, reaching a temperature differential challenging thermodynamics.

Moreover, the boundary was remarkably clear from the sensation, even though the window was broken, still distinctly separating inside and out.

Of course, the Master’s specific reminder not to exceed fifteen minutes surely wasn’t out of worry that he’d catch cold.

Precisely controlling every movement, even if the shoe soles weren’t that soft, Fu Qian traversed the darkness almost silently.

While proceeding along the memorized route, he also recalled the advice given before departure.

The master certainly didn’t underestimate his abilities. After all, Professor Fu of Heaven’s Commencement Institute was already a demigod in plain sight.

Everyone was out there with their lives on the line, regardless of ranking, the effort put into planning was worthy of the highest attention.

Therefore, Fu Qian never expected the other party not to grasp the situation.

In fact, to cooperate, he was indeed genuinely a demigod at this moment.

So, determining to send a demigod here, what purpose could the master’s action have besides probing his reaction?

Thunk—

In the midst of imagination, though making no noise, Fu Qian reported hearing a sound resonating from the darkness.

...

Is there really something? Did Old Master Yibu not finish the electrotherapy after all this time?

Without even needing to turn around, Fu Qian continued moving forward while sighing inwardly.

Primarily, in such silence, distinguishing the sound source was indeed very easy.

He was quite certain the sound was coming from the direction of the former incident.

At that time, facing his own intention to steal the club’s treasures, Old Master Lu had long seen through his wolfish ambition, and with his colleague Kikuchi, had already lain in wait.

Later, it became known that even the sneaky opportunity had been intentionally designed by them, attempting to use him as some kind of experimental subject.

Unfortunately, the villains lacked honor, not only refusing to cooperate but also directly handing them that highly polluting divine limb.

According to logic, the resulting mess should likely have been intolerable for Old Master Yibu.

Even if he realized the diversion tactic and hurried back to deal with him.

After taking control of the archipelago, one would’ve expected a thorough cleansing—apparently not.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian stopped to observe the only moving object in his vision.

It seemed to be a paw severed from some small beast, not even matching an adult size.

Yet its agility was unmatched, casually playing with several bottles and cans, as if performing.