Chapter 1632: Chapter 1627: Dispelling Aura

It’s important to trust professionals, like Brother Hao Ke with his crisis perception.

Not convinced by the tranquility of the times, he finally proved himself with my help.

And on this quiet night, the biochemical mark on the body was revealed for the first time.

Forced to terminate the Blood Conquest, Fu Qian felt no negative emotions, quite the contrary, he was deeply satisfied.

Xi Yuan indeed isn’t as peaceful as it seems; an incredible force is at play within.

In essence, similar to a Blood Conquest that traverses another dimension, at that moment there was no room for struggle, it was forcibly pulled back into reality.

All because of just being near her?

Watching that silhouette swiftly disappear, Fu Qian was fairly confident about his judgment.

He even thought this confidence could indeed be verified.

As blood mist spread, he initiated another Blood Conquest, swiftly closing the distance between them.

Truly miraculous.

But in just a breath later, Fu Qian reappeared from behind a tree and once again halted his pursuit, choosing to watch the other figure fade away into the distance.

Verification complete, even at the same distance.

Like that lady carries divine protection, disallowing anyone to quietly approach her.

...

Could there really be divine protection?

Recalling the entire incident, Fu Qian looked towards a certain mountain in the darkness.

Night was not deep anymore, reaching the stage of pre-dawn darkness, and the mountain’s peak still showed no traces of trees.

But the unreasonable transformation earlier was reminiscent of Huang Yuanchang’s beheading aura.

Whoever offends loses their head, everyone treated equally.

And if it’s not merely a similarity in style, the nature it represents could be grave—

The trio not only didn’t leave empty-handed but even has the final form of the Evil Omen’s law protecting them?

That would mean Tan Mingxue’s earlier statement was a complete misjudgment, that tree not only failed to settle down but entered a potentially more active state than before.

But the issue is her judgment is not entirely subjective; it likely derives from that prophetic doll, meaning the tree even fooled the doll?

Assuming the Night Watchman’s backup tactics truly failed, since the doll was fooled, why did this person come here in the middle of the night after gaining something?

By the time the person arrived, the doll had been put away; it shouldn’t have been a deliberate interference.

It’s undeniable that under the calm surface, Xi Yuan is teeming with unusual undercurrents.

Click!

A faint clatter of mechanics, the metal cylinder in Fu Qian’s hand opened slightly.

Inside the smooth wall, dark red demi-god flesh belonging to Kaldora crawled within.

When approaching the doll earlier, there was a slight reaction, but it has since calmed.

At a glance, it showed no changes compared to when leaving the Academy.

For this, Fu Qian naturally didn’t feel any disappointment; after all, it was merely the initial visit, and patience in academic pursuits is always a fundamental quality.

There’s a saying about adapting to local customs, should I also embrace Xi Yuan’s low-profile style?

Closing the metal cylinder, Fu Qian looked toward the path he came from.

Like the agreed time with Brother Hao Ke is approaching.

...

"Let me confirm one last time, are you really not joking?"

At the break of dawn, as serenity embraced the historic Xi Yuan town, it welcomed another peaceful morning.

However, within a mansion resembling an impregnable fortress, the atmosphere was uniquely tense.

The speaker was the only woman in the room, the only one standing without taking a seat despite holding a position.

Her delicate coat and shoes contrasted sharply with her simple makeup—it seemed like she had been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, without even washing her face.

Indeed, the resentment emanating as she paced back and forth likely had its reasons.

"I’ve said it more than once, would I joke about blowing up my own house? Use your head, Qiu."

The response came in a coarse voice, though it didn’t sound amused, undoubtedly from Hao Ke.

In this meticulously arranged safe house, besides him and the irritable lady, there were two others, all similarly aged.

The gentleman sitting closest to the door, dressed impeccably, once again directed his gaze at the deep pit in the living room due to their conversation.

The matter suddenly brought up by Hao Ke struck as odd.

But with such a scene before them, it was hard to easily dismiss.

"But when you sought our help, you didn’t mention your house blowing up."

The argument continued; although the lady called Qiu didn’t refute Hao Ke’s words, she still snorted.

"... If I said my house blew up, would you come?"

"No."

...

"Regardless, using the pretext of a dangerous intruder at home to gather us, only to face a brewing crisis, makes it hard to believe."

Ms. Qiu, though acknowledging Hao Ke’s logic, was evidently still displeased, murmuring suspicions over groundless claims, and couldn’t help but walk to the edge of the pit to look down.

"As if someone punched it open."

Though the place was somewhat cleaned, with fragments and debris pushed inside, the depth was still astonishing, making it tough to imagine the scenario Hao Ke described.

"And now that dawn is about to break, where is the mysterious high-ranking, benevolent person you mentioned?"

"Are we to wait indefinitely if they don’t arrive?"

The voice belonged to one person, but undeniably, it echoed the sentiments of all present.

In an instant, gazes shifted from the pit, uniformly focusing on Hao Ke’s face.

"I believe he will definitely come."

Undoubtedly a serious issue, the crowd, already impatient, was reaching their limits.

Even Hao Ke himself harbored some doubts at certain moments.

However, knowing that letting them leave meant not gathering them again soon, he gritted his teeth and chose to persevere.

"So until when? Shouldn’t we set a concrete time? Dawn is rather vague."

Finally, another gentleman, even more disheveled than Hao Ke, with wild hair, asserted his presence and suggested.

It sounded reasonable enough.

"Apologies, having just crossed time zones, my timing may have been slightly off."

But the response came not from any of the initial occupants.

Under the watchful eyes of the alert crowd, a figure stepped out from the shadowed corner.

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