Chapter 858: Chapter 856 Ignition (30) Chapter 858: Chapter 856 Ignition (30) Clack, clack!
Unlike last time, there was no need for Aike to make a move before the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
With bright red eyes and a bushy beard, Old Master Stoss drove a sharply contoured carriage, piercing through the fog.
The carriage stopped right in front of him, and throughout, Stoss’s gaze had been fixed on Fu Qian.
Likely, Old Master Xiumeng inside felt the same.
Fu Qian understood their feelings quite well.
Compared to the last time when he said “everyone is waiting,” pointing directly to the flame undoubtedly brought a more intense shock.
Fu Qian didn’t have any twisted pleasure in frightening the old masters with heart disease or anything.
But it was unavoidable, since from the start of the mission, they had put themselves in the position of hunting him down.
Since slipping away without a word was unlikely, he might as well use the situation to his advantage while minimizing delays.
After all, his testing had proven this group’s combat powers to be formidable.
Certainly, as leaders of the Supernatural Realm, these individuals would despise being used, so some special tactics were necessary.
“Mr. Andiel, a pleasure to meet you.”
The next moment, it was Xiumeng who unexpectedly spoke up, his voice emanating from the carriage.
This change was enough to prove the high impact of the shock Fu Qian had caused.
“I must say, your perceptiveness is beyond imagination… Did you just say you know where the fire is?”
It was satisfying that after briefly expressing his appreciation, Xiumeng chose to dive directly into the matter.
“Yes, isn’t that what you outsiders are here for?”
Fu Qian scoffed coldly, quite pleased with this development.
“This is also what I wish to know, why are you so certain that we are here in search of the fire?”
Xiumeng did not even deny being an outsider.
“I dislike explaining, but I can answer your question.”
Fu Qian gazed into the distance, his face unreadable.
“It’s simple because I am inherently a product of death.”
Mission-related, Fu Qian always had an excellent memory.
Flame was the condensation of death’s trajectory, something Xiumeng had once mentioned himself.
No sound came from the carriage for several seconds.
“A falsely radiant life may trap everyone.”
Fu Qian did not pay attention, his tone becoming even deeper.
“Nobody knows better than I do how ridiculous fate is at Unseen Hillock.”
“To be honest, compared to Ballard and his crew, I actually admire the Clown from before more, at least he was struggling in his own way.”
Despite the Clown’s corpse being right beside him, this did not stop Fu Qian from praising it.
“Are you trying to tell us that you are the dark side of Ballard?”
It was only then that Xiumong spoke up again.
Clearly, he had heard everything previously said between Fu Qian and the Clown.
And combining this with Fu Qian’s self-description, it was easy to make such a deduction.
“How could I be that boring!”
Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not quite agree, snorting coldly.
“I am me, existing independently of any other’s concept, and Ballard is in no way my equal!”
Whether Xiumeng had seen Ballard or not, Fu Qian had never planned to act on the concept of a dark side.
Including the face he now showed, it had nothing to do with Ballard and remained as it had initially appeared.
Deception required careful balancing.
For someone like Xiumeng, any hint of artifice was likely to raise his suspicions.
And if it raised his suspicions, a confrontation was probably unavoidable.
“You just need to know that I understand what you’ve done to yourselves,” Fu Qian said as he pointed at Aike’s body.
“As outsiders, you can be called sharp, much better than those fools.”
“Using the blessing of the flame to maintain independence is a rather good idea.”
“Unfortunately, this method only works for outsiders.”
His voice carried a hint of regret.
“And you just mentioned, knowing where there are more…”
The core secret was touched upon again, but thanks to the previous groundwork, Xiumeng adjusted much quicker.
“Of course, the moment I saw you, I confirmed some things and knew what you were looking for.”
Fu Qian’s smile was mysterious.
“The spark of death from Divine Beings is still too weak.”
“And believe me, the connections among Divine Beings in this world are much closer than you imagine; your secret hunting won’t last many times before it raises alarms.”
“Compared to that, there’s a lake in this city containing all the convergence of death, all of it flames.”
“Oh… Have you been in there?”
Xiumeng’s voice betrayed no emotion.
“In fact, I just came out from there not long ago,”
Fu Qian replied quite honestly.
“I thought I was the only one who could witness the true reality of the world, but just now you gave me a surprise… I believe you’re different from fools like Ballard, especially since you even know how to use the flame.”
“That does sound quite interesting.”
During this conversation, Xiumeng exposed his face directly out of the carriage, his eyes blankly staring at Fu Qian.
“But a lake isn’t hard to find, aren’t you afraid we’ll just kill you to silence you?”
“That would be a good thing, it would mean you believed my words,”
Fu Qian’s tone was rather fanatic.
“Death is inconsequential compared to the destruction of that place.”
“Mr. Andiel, thank you for the valuable information,”
Fu Qian’s answer led to an exchange of looks among the Night Watchmen.
After a brief exchange of glances, Xiumeng, without even consulting the other two, simply said.
“If it’s convenient, we’ll need your help in leading the way.”
Fu Qian’s “eyes lit up,” and he instantly replied.
“The place is actually quite easy to find; the lake is a perfect circle.”
“We are, after all, outsiders.”
At this time, Aike came forward with a smiling face.
“We’re not familiar with this area, so it’s best if you lead the way.”
Fu Qian looked at her and nodded, not minding her somewhat skeptical attitude.
Fu Qian understood the reason for Aike’s doubt–Xiumeng had agreed too readily.
He even understood why Xiumeng had agreed so readily–he had mentioned that the lake was full of flames.
For Xiumeng, this was clearly an implausible description.
Because from Xiumeng’s last reaction when he met the Saint, he had never considered that flames would exist in a tangible form.
So in speaking this way, to Xiumeng, it seemed like an evident flaw, thinking that Fu Qian was deceiving him.
But in reality, this flaw was intentionally left by Fu Qian.
As mentioned earlier, sincerity means nothing to these old worldly society; they only trust their own judgment.
This flaw, combined with his own attitude, would easily lead Xiumeng to conclude–Fu Qian indeed knew something about the flames but had exaggerated about the lake.
The purpose was to lure them to the lake, to use them indirectly to destroy something crucial for this world, breaking the cage.
For anti-social elements, this is a routine maneuver.
And after “seeing through” this point, he instead felt relieved, believing he could control the situation well enough to use them.