Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1718: Chapter 1713: Bitter Fruit (7)

A gentleman helps others achieve their beauty. Since the newcomer desires so much, consider this half bottle of Spiritual Medicine my token gift.

Fu Qian’s movements were so natural and precise, not even the slightest trace of reluctance was seen, fully accounting for acceleration and deceleration, and even Miss Bride’s gestures and grip strength.

So much so that when the other party realized and looked down, the liquid in the bottle scarcely swayed, as if it had always been nestled in satin gloves.

"Happy Wedding."

Seeing her not refuse, Fu Qian also had a look of relief, offering his blessings.

"You... gave this to me?"

Indeed, as the saying goes, taking gifts makes one feel obligated.

The previously frenzied Miss Bride calmed down with astonishing speed after receiving the gift, scrutinizing the item in her hand, momentarily unsure how to handle it.

"Yes, it’s a small gift, insignificant token."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

To this, Fu Qian responded with sincerity, indicating no need to refuse.

"This is... what’s called a blessed Spiritual Medicine."

After a brief silence, from the subsequent speech, one could tell Miss Bride was familiar with this item.

"Yes, an elderly lady with a kind heart gave it to me, saying that applying it beneath the nose helps to discover more interesting things in the Darkness. She’s very concerned about you."

In contrast, Fu Qian’s answer was much more carefree.

"Of course, it’s fine. I’ll tell her after returning that you successfully found the truth and feel incredibly wonderful now."

...

This silent time lasted much longer, and even through the gloves, you could sense the rigid palm beneath.

To the point where it was gripped so tightly, watching the already fragile transparent bottle, one worried it might shatter at any moment.

"More..."

During this process, those creeping marks, like animated asphalt, had even crossed the forehead, gathering towards the eye sockets.

Under this special radiating eye makeup, Miss Bride’s exceptionally large eyes never left Fu Qian’s face, seemingly confirming whether the gift was given sincerely.

Of course, she could never doubt Fu Qian’s sincerity; the overflowing blessing in his eyes was evident.

Hahaha...

Miss Bride also seemed to sense this sincerity, and when she finally spoke, expressed her joy through exaggerated laughter, even shedding tears of joy.

"Thank you for your blessings... outsider!"

Only when she laughed herself breathless and her upper body trembled uncontrollably did she finally stop.

"Your gift is wonderful, I like it very much."

Sure enough, this intense emotion stemmed from her love for the gift.

Even after earnestly expressing this point, Miss Bride still appeared worried about insufficient sincerity. In the next moment, she raised the bottle high, twisting open the cap amidst swaying green glow.

Without hesitation, and without saying another word, she opened her mouth wide in exaggeration, pouring this sole light in the Darkness entirely inside.

...

What an honor.

As everyone knows, unwrapping gifts in person in many places represents respect.

But this person even used it in person, truly flattering.

Bang!

The next moment, the bottle was thrown fiercely to the ground, shattering, fully reflecting her determination not to return it.

"Great! I’m already feeling more..."

Before Fu Qian could inquire, Miss Bride had already eagerly shared her experiences, which didn’t sound like polite perfunctory at all.

The intoxication and sublimation in her words were undeniably infectious.

"Was the warning not to ingest because the potency is too strong to bear?"

With this realization, Fu Qian also muttered, seemingly enlightened.

"And by ’more,’ do you mean smelling or seeing?"

At the same time, he didn’t forget to confirm details.

"Haha, thank you very much..."

Sadly, Miss Bride appeared to be completely lost in a sea of happiness, inebriated to the point of being entirely oblivious to the questions.

After thanking him again, she abruptly turned around, appearing no longer keen on inviting Fu Qian along, directly running alone into the Darkness.

Truly enviable happiness, worthy of a grand day.

Fu Qian naturally watched in admiration with a face full of praise.

Confirming no stumbling sounds at all, even in such dark gallops, Miss Bride strode as if on a plain path.

The Spiritual Medicine seemed to have allowed her, already "enlightened," to achieve another sublimation.

Though considering her previous condition, this sublimation was indeed hard to say if it was a good thing.

To the point where contemplating the place she ran towards after her enlightenment, it seemed less than optimistic.

Furthermore, emphatically shared, Fu Qian himself felt a stronger sensation of his skin being gnawed.

The medicine from the kind old lady was indeed miraculous, and despite not following the usage instructions, its newly discovered "usage method" proved quite effective.

Fu Qian reached out and grasped in front of him; absent the slight glow of the medicine, the Darkness became thicker like lead.

With each breath, it seemed to guide them to infiltrate his lungs.

...

"Ah—haha..."

In this reflection, Miss Bride’s piercing scream laughter echoed from afar once more.

Indeed, Fu Qian felt no better word suited that sound.

Undoubtedly filled with agony, like a deer being dissected and tortured.

Yet, simultaneously, the laughter was genuine, seemingly embracing this feeling from the heart.

Despite the scene hidden entirely in the darkness, it stirred the imagination even further.

Particular usage technique, truly not just idle talk.

Though without utilizing the medicine to gain special detection abilities, he seemed to have successfully turned it into a detector.

Safe, mobile, and loaded with humanization.

Even now, that highly infectious voice seemed to be drifting around, nearing.

Feeling like it’d be best to keep the promise and head back to the chapel to share insights if unwilling to end up like Miss Bride—yet Fu Qian didn’t turn back.

Under the surge of oppressive feeling, he didn’t cherish the valuable information brought by this detector, remaining staunchly in place.

Though it seemed very successful, the special usage technique he mentioned wasn’t meant to be interpreted this way.

The Spiritual Medicine was gifted to Miss Bride, never intended as a sacrificial offering—but to see if she’d make herself the sacrifice.

Reality proved, this person, though looking at odds with others, from a special perspective, their behavior was absolutely consistent.

For instance, convincing himself the darkness was dangerous, needing to return quickly to the chapel.