Chapter 47: Frost Flowing in the Dark Night
“Are you… alright?”
Watching Fu Qian struggle to climb ashore, Ji Liushuang trembled as she cautiously asked.
Fu Qian understood completely—anyone who saw a fellow being swollen several times over with mouths all over their body wouldn’t remain calm.
“Better than fine!”
He replied casually, provoking a chorus of curses.
“Brazen arrogance! Your doom will come soon; your very soul will be destroyed, hahahaha…”
“Fool, you’ll ruin our last chance.”
“Young man, don’t be reckless…”
“Who are they?”
Ji Liushuang instinctively stepped back; she recognized Feng Yunhong’s voice.
“You can collectively call them ‘elders,’ but whether they are respected is another matter.”
The insults only doubled in volume.
“Can you save them?”
Ji Liushuang seemed to grasp Fu Qian’s situation a little better, instinctively taking another step back, then recalled the few trapped in the blood pool.
Among the arrogant five, Huang Zhaoyan had vanished without a trace, and Yuan Xin’s face was barely visible, on the verge of suffocation.
“No.”
Fu Qian refused outright. The three still standing darkened their eyes, and Yuan Xin struggled in despair.
“Will you come with me?”
“Will you take me out?”
Ji Liushuang’s dim eyes suddenly brightened.
“No.”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“I’ll give you a chance to watch me leave.”
…
The scenery shifted, and before long, the edge of the ruins came into view.
Ji Liushuang wasn’t sure what she felt.
After Fu Qian said that, she didn’t even feel anger—in fact, she followed him out along the same path.
Perhaps after being trapped in despair for so long, even she wanted to witness something escaping from it.
She told herself that as justification.
The two walked one after the other along the path they came, even encountering the hand-monster wounded by Li Weixuan and piles of lush hair.
But their reactions were strange—they noticed the two but only watched from afar, not daring to approach.
It felt like being in court!
Fu Qian admired this silently, realizing these creatures might not fear him.
More likely, as beings completely assimilated by the furnace, they instinctively avoided anything the furnace rejected—like Fu Qian himself.
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The barrier was now within sight.
The closer they got, the more Fu Qian felt waves of furious resistance coursing through his body.
Reversed blood flow was nothing now; his muscles and bones creaked under strain. The chaotic power made walking difficult, and the screams in his mind grew louder.
“Stop, you’ve truly lost your mind…”
“Young man, don’t be so arrogant…”
“Brother, you’re still young—don’t walk the path of despair…”
…
Fu Qian made no reply, expression unchanging as he controlled his body step by step until he reached the barrier’s edge and extended his right hand.
It was like touching a sticky jelly—what was once an impenetrable invisible barrier now gave way easily.
It really worked!
Fu Qian blinked and glanced at Ji Liushuang.
She was staring intently at his outstretched hand, her eyes full of complexity.
“Any last words?”
Last words?
Ji Liushuang froze briefly, then lowered her head.
“Seems pointless now, doesn’t it?”
“If what you say is true, even if I tell you my last words now, once I step out, all information related to me will be erased.”
“You’re not stupid! Theoretically, that’s exactly right, so the burden falls on you.”
Fu Qian looked at her.
“If you don’t want to waste this chance, you need to think of last words I won’t forget.”
Last words I won’t forget…
Ji Liushuang paused, then her eyes suddenly lit up.
“Do you know Silver Mist Manor?”
“I do.”
Fu Qian nodded, frowning.
Though it made little sense, he just knew.
When Ji Liushuang mentioned it, a grand building bathed in sunlight naturally appeared in his mind.
He was certain this was the place she meant.
But the problem was, he had never been there—not even from this world.
Fu Qian thought for a moment and guessed one possibility: his mind was already contaminated by the consciousness of other transcendent beings—it was their memory.
In fact, since earlier, his head had been filled with chaotic images of all kinds.
Now it seemed his current form brought more than just physical instability!
This wasn’t good—Fu Qian suddenly had a foreboding.
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“There’s a cedar forest on the far east side of Silver Mist Manor.”
Seeing that Fu Qian knew, Ji Liushuang brightened with joy and quickly said,
“Under the cedars grows a flower that only blooms at night. Under the moonlight, it looks like frost, forming a beautiful white carpet. You should see it if you have the chance.”
“There’s a woman named Ji Xue who likes to walk there at night. If you meet her, say hello for me.”
“Got it, I’ll go see it if I can.”
Seeing Ji Liushuang’s pleading eyes, Fu Qian didn’t ask about her relationship with Ji Xue and nodded in agreement.
The next moment, he pressed his whole body against the barrier and squeezed through amid countless howls and curses.
[Soul state incomplete, containment failed]
The instant he tasted freedom, a notification rang in his ear.
So it truly didn’t work!
Though he had vaguely sensed something was wrong when his memories became chaotic, facing it now still left him disheartened.
The meaning was clear: his forced fusion triggered a qualitative change allowing his body to break out, but his soul was damaged in the process—thus his escape was not considered “complete.”
This mission must be obsessive-compulsive.
Pain surged violently. Fu Qian looked down.
Blood exploded in blotches all over his body, his skin covered with faces twisted in agony, his body rapidly disintegrating.
Amid the wails, the scene shattered swiftly.
Back in the familiar warehouse, Fu Qian did not curse but closed his eyes and tried his best to recall Ji Liushuang’s face.
Within seconds, it was already completely blurred.
At least this confirmed his guess was right.
[Mission failed]
[Title: Merciless Blood Wrist]
[Killed: Zhao Ran]
[Special kills: Feng Yunhong, Li Weixuan, Chi Hesheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimm Wood, Belozov…]
[Special kill reward: Clear Dream]
[Special kill reward: Feast]
[Current sanity: 55]
[Play event replay?]
After reading the summary, Fu Qian was stunned for a moment before realizing who Zhao Ran was—that unlucky assassin brother!
As for the special kill list, Fu Qian counted carefully—there were twenty-seven names.
No need to say more; these were the transcendent beings Feng Yunhong had “devoured” over the years—the very ones who had just been fiercely taunting him.
Feng Yunhong fought them to near death but didn’t claim their heads, and as a result gifted Fu Qian two and a half transcendent kills!