Facing an Ancient God for a Year

This can’t keep going on!

In the living room, Fu Qian slurped his noodles while deep in thought.

Following the deterrence he had just exerted, the callings in his mind had once again weakened.

But it was entirely predictable that, after a while, those pilgrimage-like voices would start up again.

These people might unconsciously come up with a thought and forget about it the next moment, but when it reached him, it turned into incessant noise.

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With one operation after another, it was indeed unbearably annoying.

Although he could deter them again when the time came, such measures, akin to mental shock, who knows if there are any side effects with increased frequency?

What if he turned Young Master Qin and the others into idiots?

And it could be imagined that, as Inspiration continued to grow, the voices would become even clearer.

A bowl of noodles was quickly devoured, Fu Qian set down his chopsticks and touched the mark on his wrist.

In less than a month, his life had changed dramatically.

Especially after ascending to a Demigod, just as he had guessed before, he became a special existence, exerting an incredible influence on this world.

Take these unconscious callings for example; in a way, they were akin to knowing any thought that occurred, eerily similar to the methods of Divine Beings.

If it were someone else, perhaps they would be quite intoxicated by this sensation.

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Unfortunately, Fu Qian just found them noisy, which for him truly constituted spiritual pollution.

Was there a once-and-for-all solution?

Fu Qian stared blankly at the empty bottom of his bowl, then suddenly remembered something.

The next moment, his wrist moved, the mark activated, and he went to the warehouse to retrieve the Sweet Dream Cage.

After comparing the dark black Headcage to his head, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate and put it on directly.

In an instant, he felt an unprecedented tranquility in his mind; all the noise vanished.

Indeed, one of its special effects was to isolate all gazes; dealing with these fragile, fragmentary thoughts wasn’t a challenge at all.

Fu Qian went to the bathroom, looking at his sharp profile in the mirror.

Wearing this to a comic convention, he would probably get quite the second glances.

The premise being he wasn’t carted away by the police first.

However, a few minutes later, Fu Qian still took off the Headcage.

He didn’t care much about his image; he had no qualms about wearing it in the street.

The thing was effective, but unfortunately, it wasn’t a lasting solution!

Yet having verified its effect was a gain in itself.

Why not solve the problem at its source?

He placed the Headcage on the table, and his divine consciousness swept through the numerous voices, finally locking onto one.

Concentrating mentally on the orb, Xu Meng’s figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

There he was, lounging in bed in his robe, smoking and contemplating with a quiet, sharp gaze.

Figures!

Fu Qian nodded sympathetically.

It’s tough getting old, unable to sleep so early.

But after years in the cutthroat world, reviewing one’s enemies early in the morning could also be a pleasure in life.

Fu Qian fully understood this great man’s indignant feelings and had no complaints about it.

Not to mention, in a roundabout way, he had actually found the real culprit.

Only children believe in the saying “all grievances are washed away with a smile.”

It was for this reason that he felt no remorse in using Xu Meng as a test subject.

Listening to the call filled with negative emotions, Fu Qian responded for the first time in his consciousness.

Almost instantaneously, he sensed a unique connection forming.

The image before him was no longer just a simple visual; he felt he was observing Xu Meng from an even more special perspective.

It was a feeling of looking down from a high vantage point.

Emotions, physical condition, any slight change was impossible to hide from one’s own eyes.

In such a scenario, Fu Qian naturally thought of a word—watching.

Were those mysterious entities watching over him using the same perspective?

Then he really was dancing on the edge of a knife!

Fu Qian remarked with a sigh.

He had a vague epiphany in his heart: under this link, if he wished, he could effortlessly imprint his thoughts into this person’s mind, creating a strong psychological suggestion.

Of course, such conduct was immoral and disrespectful to others.

“Scram.”

Fu Qian indifferently bellowed a word with his mind.

That’s right, towards this person, I simply don’t respect him enough.

Everyone’s out here hustling; a flexible moral baseline is like a must-have talent.

And on second thought, this is definitely for his own good.

As he pondered, there was already a clear reaction on the other side.

Right after the shout, Xu Meng immediately shuddered, instantly disappointing the woman rubbing against him.

Not only that, but the domineering aura he was cloaked in also crumbled in an instant, instinctively curling into a ball, his face full of terror as he looked around.

The next moment, the vision before him dissipated, the invisible link broke, and Xu Meng’s voice was no longer heard.

This sort of deterrence established after creating a link seemed to be quite effective; Xu Meng probably wouldn’t bother him for a while.

Fu Qian nodded silently.

However, using this move against Young Master Qin and the others was something Fu Qian just couldn’t bring himself to do.

He would have to slowly find a solution; fortunately, his circle of friends was small.

As he was musing, a voice very inconsiderately interrupted his thoughts.

Fu Qian focused his attention above, and what emerged before his eyes was a bright makeup mirror and Tan Ying sitting in front of it.

This?

Fu Qian’s brows furrowed once more.

If he remembered correctly, today should be Saturday; as a university student, aren’t you being a bit too diligent?

Wait a minute, something does seem off.

Fu Qian observed Tan Ying in the vision. Wasn’t she a bit too excited?

Compared to when they last met, Tan Ying radiated an unnatural vigor.

Fu Qian pondered for a moment and responded to her call with his mind.

The next instant, Fu Qian again entered that higher-dimensional perspective, revealing more details before him.

Almost immediately, he confirmed his earlier feeling.

Compared to Xu Meng before her, the brightness indicating the level of life force in her was undoubtedly much higher.

And most notably, on her left wrist, a bracelet that should be inanimate was emanating a bright light, even possessing an indescribable spirituality.

Hmm?

The first thing Fu Qian thought of was the stone lion on the bridge.

There seemed to be some commonality between them, the only difference being this one was more intense.

Because of me?

This was Fu Qian’s first thought.

After all, last time’s stone lion incident could basically be confirmed as caused by the release of Mythical Form’s Decree Residue.

Could it be that he unwittingly exerted some influence during their last encounter?

As he became a Demigod, had his influence over his surroundings become easier?

Fu Qian temporarily put aside his concern about the noise and, after concentrating in thought for a while, he snapped his fingers and sent a wave of thought towards Tan Ying.