Chapter 2733 - 2728: The Best Place for a Noon Nap

Chapter 2733: Chapter 2728: The Best Place for a Noon Nap

If it’s true, the Executioner had quite a miserable experience, holding two relics in his own hands.

The light switched suddenly, but the destination was as expected.

Though it took a bit more effort, the tea leaves were finally retrieved.

It was precisely the golden business hours of the day, and Fu Qian sat in his exclusive seat behind the counter, surveying the empty bookstore.

As he started to brew the tea, he was quite satisfied with some incidental gains from this trip.

Many things seemed to come together.

For example, the connection between Old Master Ji Feng and the Larea Royal Court.

Looking back, that mission years ago might very well have been the starting point of destiny.

Though it dealt a significant blow to the Larea Royal Court, theoretically, Mr. Ji Sr. still protected the world.

And during this process, he gained quite a lot, whether materially or spiritually.

Such as the understanding of the concept of Bloodline.

In Fu Qian’s view, even if the warehouse was as lifeless as it was now, the summary of that mission was enough to provide considerable information on this aspect.

Also, knowledge related to the world barrier.

Opportunities to intimately interact with genuine Cosmic Deities are incredibly rare, though it seems to have left some hidden dangers.

It’s unknown whether the old master has any understanding of the information that the face might belong to the Dark Moon.

Moreover, if the Bronze Lady was inspired by the Executioner, based on the situation when the mission ended, as the Executioner was still alive, the warehouse wouldn’t issue that item to him as a reward.

Therefore, it’s likely that the item was something Mr. Ji Sr. later used in a way similar to the "Emissary’s Mask," specifically synchronized to the Bookstore World and then gathered from the Larea Family.

It seems that the old master indeed discovered its value during the mission and continued to mine it afterward.

Even if we extend this further, could the bloodline mysteries of the Ji Family or the Yuan Clan be related to this experience?

Ji Feng witnessed a mind-boggling power during the mission and tried to digest and test it in his own way.

At least in Fu Qian’s view, the odds of this senior just wanting to spread his branches and leaves, have more children, and prosper aren’t very high.

How enviable it is, to have a mission with such breadth and depth, capable of fostering numerous major projects.

The warehouse is currently doing something secretive, even talking about it is exhausting.

Raising the cup and taking a hearty sip, Fu Qian longs for the possible treatment of the senior, and in the next moment, his gaze falls upon a face outside the door.

...

No need to worry, it’s not Chief Yuan coming to join the commotion again.

That figure’s attention is currently clearly on the mentor, awaiting good news.

Nor is Demigod Selana visiting again to ask questions, taking advantage of the tea.

Having just set the grand plan to strive for the Second Phase, digesting the heritage of the Half-god of the Blood Clan wouldn’t be so hasty.

Neither is it Brother Tyler coming to play the wealthy benefactor, helping expand the business scope.

That fellow may not even take a step outside the door right now.

Outside the door is a stranger’s face, a woman in her early twenties.

Her posture was leisurely, yet somewhat travel-worn, to put it bluntly, showing a tourist face.

And at this moment, enjoying Shangjing’s quiet afternoon, she was evidently drawn to the street-side small shop, especially by the image of the owner lounging there, sipping tea.

From that expectant gaze, she seemed quite keen on this enthusiastic lifestyle, wanting to be invited to join in.

Tsk, tsk... what was that term, thriving?

Fu Qian was naturally also very pleased with such a promising momentum.

Not only in business, but thanks to the support from the Red Moon, he now manages various fields all sorted without even stepping out his door.

As it’s said, the Academy holds formation meetings, Ye Island seeks opportunities, old places find old friends, Blood Lake breaks Dragon Whip, pah — Dragon Shoulder.

In short, with the help of the spatial traversal function, this brief half day passed quite productively, even allowing time to hurry back for business opening.

Swoosh—

Brimming with ambition, Fu Qian was already standing up, stepping forward to greet those somewhat beautiful eyes, raising his hand to close the blinds.

How could bookworms be so rigid, who set the rule that golden hours must be business hours?

The small shop instantly became quieter, even the prying eyes were isolated.

Without hesitation, turning back behind the counter, Fu Qian poured himself another cup of tea, savoring it slowly.

As for the one outside the door, hopefully, this Shangjing afternoon can yield something for her life.

Moreover, it’s not that he won’t earn money, previous balances aren’t even done yet.

Speaking of teleportation without going outside, aside from the Arbitrary Gate provided by the Red Moon, there are actually other destinations—

Without touching his face, the next moment, Fu Qian had a black-and-red ring in his hand, its parts constantly biting and working together.

And as he casually played with it, another scene began to shift before him.

In the following moment, there was no more tea by his side, only a tattered throne beneath him.

...

Abandoned Prison.

No matter how high achievements are in various aspects, never forget your name.

Like Abandonment King.

In fact, whether it’s the warehouse, bookstore, or laboratory, theoretically, their relationship with him is far less close than this place.

Looking at the seemingly still warm molten sand beneath his feet, Fu Qian didn’t mind the desolation, his mind effortlessly sketching out its former glory.

In theory, there’s no better place for his midday rest than here.

Although the Burial Scroll is currently in cooldown, not easy to attempt contacting the Dragon King again.

Without minding this minor blemish, Fu Qian truly posed in a lazy manner akin to that in the bookstore, and indeed, pulled out an item to cover his face.

Shaped like a clown mask, with eyes laughing blood tears from both sides, it was unmistakably the face of Destined God.

"So you can’t see the path from here..."

But after a mere breath, Fu Qian removed the mask, speaking to himself.

Nothing particularly remarkable, yet after arriving at Abandoned Prison, that eternally straight "Path of Godhood" was invisible when wearing the mask.

Can’t deny—it’s truly good news.

Indeed, don’t just look at things superficially.

If the path visible in the bookstore can’t be seen here in Abandoned Prison, what does this mean?

Simple, it implies that the endpoint might not be as transcendent as the Abandoned Prison, but with actual physical coordinates of the Bookstore World, making it significantly easier to locate.

Is this single point not good news enough?

Of course, coming here, just this isn’t enough.

Casually putting away the mask, Fu Qian rolled up his left sleeve.

The last visit to the Dragon King even yielded an interesting gift.

Crimson Frenzy... now back to the loyal Abandoned Prison, the dark red patterns had become increasingly sinister.

In just a blink, even the sands beneath seemed to be stained with blood.

A scene from the past reappeared, as the crimson mist quickly spread.