Chapter 493: Chapter 493 Ancient Sect_1 Chapter 493: Chapter 493 Ancient Sect_1 “A psychologist running off to a monastery, that would hardly inspire trust in people!”
As he approached Ms. Kelly, who now had a vacant look in her eyes, no longer sharp and clever as she had been in previous assignments, Fu Qian casually remarked as he walked in.
He was indeed curious about why she would be here.
“My coming here indicates that I am no longer able to help others.”
Kelly continued to shake her head and sigh, seemingly unfazed by Fu Qian’s comment.
“I used to consider myself a hunter.”
“Those strange, vast, tangled pathologies growing in the mind were my quarry.”
“I was always quite skilled at this and took pleasure in it.”
“But lately, for reasons I completely fail to understand, the number of my patients has multiplied beyond comprehension.”
“At first, I was thrilled with the hunt, but soon I became exhausted.”
“The shattered and deformed traumas are hard to imagine as to how they could have been caused.”
“They have shaken my understanding, and it seems I can no longer comprehend the world.”
“A few days ago, during a walk, I came across this monastery and suddenly felt the impulse to come here for some quiet.”
He had thought that as a professional, she would be less affected, but it turned out to be a case of bearing the sins of all lives.
Between Kelly’s mutterings, Fu Qian finally understood why she was here.
And hearing that her business was booming, Fu Qian was not at all surprised.
One need only look at the museum employee to know that there were definitely more than one or two with psychological issues.
Now even the psychologists were falling.
“Understood, and your metaphor for your profession is quite vivid indeed.”
Fu Qian casually appraised.
“Alien Hunter, battling monsters.”
Kelly chuckled softly.
“Sometimes, I feel being a real hunter would be simpler, like those Transcendents.”
“Regardless of how terrifying, at least the enemies they face are visible.”
You’re thinking too much, madam; in our line of work, the unseen enemies are far more numerous.
Fu Qian didn’t shatter her beautiful illusion since human joys and sorrows do not intercommunicate.
In his eyes, Kelly was simply in a variant of Sage Mode.
After some rest, she would most likely reenter her own exclusive hunt.
Some things are addictive.
“Speaking of your patients, have any of them mentioned hearing a baby’s cry?”
Fu Qian recalled a question.
“How did you know? Indeed, there were, and not just one.”
Kelly looked somewhat surprised.
It seemed the baby’s cry he used for hypnosis during the mission was not just a figment of imagination, but related to the Nightmare Corridor.
Another descent of the spawn of the Evil God?
Attempting to break free from the bonds of the Nightmare Corridor using the fractured and chaotic state of Bee Monkey City?
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem successful.
And if that was the case, he was curious as to who had bound them in the first place.
Fu Qian thought to himself as he stood up to leave, without responding to Kelly’s question.
He was not any kind of emotional counselor; the question had been purely out of curiosity.
Let her, a Gold Medal Catcher, self-regulate.
Trust her professional expertise.
This should be the place.
Upon exiting Kelly’s room, Fu Qian quickly found the place where You Er had previously stayed, which seemed to have been untouched for some time.
The layout inside the room didn’t differ from the others, a complete monk’s austerity.
However, after a bit of knocking around, Fu Qian quickly opened a passage leading downward in the corner.
And when he saw the black strip of stone within the passage, Fu Qian knew his judgement was correct.
The museum’s underground excavation indeed had something to do with this place.
Following the passage down, Fu Qian discovered it actually led to an underground structure that appeared to have been abandoned for a long time.
And that familiar Golden Cup shape was seen all over the place.
It seemed like some Sect’s secret meeting spot!
After looking around, Fu Qian silently made his assessment.
At the same time, he quickly noticed something else.
It was a real Golden Cup, situated on a platform not too far away, shaped exactly as the ones he had seen before.
This was as certain as it could get.
Fu Qian leapt up and quickly found some newer traces of activity in the area.
It seemed very likely that this was a spot where Brother You Er had been active.
Although the shape was the same, the surface pattern on the cup he was looking at was very different.
No longer swirling, at a glance, it looked like countless overlapping eyes.
These traces are rather fresh!
Confirming the cup in front of him had no unusual properties, merely an ordinary Golden Cup, Fu Qian picked it up to scrutinize closely.
It was evident that parts of the cup bore very fresh marks, as if they were just carved, not matching the era of these underground ruins.
Had he discovered this place and this unfinished cup and then completed it?
While stroking the Golden Cup, Fu Qian found something like a piece of parchment paper beside it.
Although it was severely damaged, it was still possible to make out that it depicted the very cup he was looking at.
At the same time, there was an annotation beside it that was clearly added later—Holy Grail Sect.
Holy Grail Sect? The name of this organization? That also made sense.
From the looks of it, this Sect seemed to have existed a long time ago.
And it wasn’t hard to see that such Golden Cups were revered as Holy Relics.
Thinking back to the scene in the museum’s underground.
The Holy Grail Sect had been digging everywhere in search of something specific to create these Golden Cups. The one he’d seen was one such finished product.
What they were doing in the Rotten Forest was the same; it was just that they hadn’t unearthed anything there in the end.
The museum was different, they had indeed found their target, but they didn’t rush to retrieve it; instead, they used that cup to temporarily conceal their new discovery.
Meanwhile, they made new Golden Cups here, indicating that the patterns on each cup were made with a specific purpose.
Unfortunately, their plan was abandoned for some unknown reason, not only was the Golden Cup unfinished, but even the completed one wasn’t retrieved in time.
You Er was able to finish it, he was indeed technically proficient!
Whether it was the late Mr. Luo or You Er, both had obviously grasped some information related to this Sect and were intentionally looking for some of its legacy.
Regrettably, the information each had seemed to be incomplete.
Mr. Luo knew about the excavations and even found the Abyssal Mist, but he didn’t know about using the Golden Cup.
Whereas You Er knew about the Golden Cup and even finished making it, but he didn’t discover the anomaly beneath the museum.
In the end, neither of them could achieve their ultimate goal.
Archaeology is not easy!
While lamenting, Fu Qian collected both the heavy cup and the piece of parchment paper.