Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 139: Chapter 138 Disordered (Nine)_1

The Baroness’s intelligence work was undoubtedly quite ordinary.

Besides one target located in the deepest part of the prison, there was simply no other information.

“Then how will I know who I’m looking for when the time comes?”

“Don’t worry, as soon as you see her, you’ll know what sets her apart.”

Is she that remarkable?

The Baroness’s response increased Fu Qian’s interest in the mission by another notch.

“For now, let’s focus on your promotion, follow me.”

The Baroness said nothing more, leading Fu Qian onward.

They arrived at a room that seemed quite secretive, where she asked Fu Qian to wait while she hurriedly left.

Literally, Dragon Feast should mean eating a dragon—could she actually be off to slay one?

Watching her retreating figure, Fu Qian couldn’t help but think.

It wasn’t long before the door was pushed open from the outside, and the Baroness returned with a pale complexion, handing over a crystal glass directly.

“Drink it.”

The Baroness seemed obviously weakened; she couldn’t really have gone to slay a dragon, could she?

Fu Qian raised an eyebrow and took a look at the glass.

Within the crystal clear vessel, a drop of transparent liquid tumbled.

Its silver-white sheen glinted off the surface, dazzling onlookers with just a glance.

“What is this?”

Fu Qian looked at the Baroness.

“Dragon Blood.”

“Do dragons really exist?”

“They did a long time ago, but have gradually disappeared since then.”

The Baroness took a deep breath, her voice deep.

“With each promotion in the Dragon Feasting Sequence, one must consume and digest the flesh and blood of different dragons.”

“Indeed, but if dragons are extinct, where does this Dragon Blood come from?”

“An heirloom.”

The Baroness slowly lifted her other hand, which held an object resembling a pocket watch.

However, the face of the watch was shattered, and light twinkled upon its surface.

“This was left by the first Dragon Feast, created with the powerful blood of dragons. Sadly, it has been damaged for a long time.”

“Of course, if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have been able to break it.”

“I see.”

Fu Qian nodded his head.

“This is the only thing related to dragons that can be found now.

Although it’s from an era too remote to confirm its precise effects, rest assured I’ll do my best to ensure your safety.”

What a pale and powerless assurance.

“Alright, but since it’s so old, why not use a little more of it?”

Fu Qian pointed to the pitiful drop in the glass.

“Everything must progress in an orderly fashion. You’ve just awakened, you can’t handle too much power yet.

Moreover, the digestion process of the Dragon Feast is extremely painful, with the strongest being the most painful.”

“It’s fine. When it comes to endurance, I’m already battle-hardened.”

…

Eventually, at Fu Qian’s insistent request, the Baroness reluctantly added another drop to the glass.

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, tilting the Dragon Blood into his mouth in one go.

It was like swallowing a mouthful of boiling iron water; almost instantaneously, he could no longer feel the existence of his mouth.

The next moment, a scorching heat converged into his limbs and throughout every blood vessel, boiling within.

The Baroness was right, it was indeed painful!

But it was bearable!

In the agony akin to being burned alive, Fu Qian exerted all his might to control every nerve, making his body not to tremble, and even keeping his breathing as steady as possible.

As the pain subsided a bit, Fu Qian abruptly opened his eyes.

“Did it work?”

The Baroness looked a bit grave seeing Fu Qian regain his senses so quickly.

Could it really have lost its effectiveness over such a long time?

Fu Qian sighed and shook the glass in his hand.

“Another round.”

Another round?

“Just as you thought, too much of its effect has dissipated, and the outcomes are not ideal.”

Is that so?

The Baroness finally accepted the cup after sizing Fu Qian up and down.

One drop, two drops, three drops…

Not until every last drop of liquid from the pocket watch had been poured into the cup did Fu Qian reach out to take it.

He swirled it like red wine and, after confirming there were no impurities, raised his cup.

“Cheers!”

The pain that struck was several times more intense than before, causing his limbs and body to tremble.

This time, it felt especially long.

When Fu Qian opened his eyes, he saw the Baroness gazing at him in a daze.

Following her gaze, Fu Qian realized that the scales on his body had disappeared.

In their place were wave-like mysterious patterns that spread from his hands to his feet, covering his entire body.

“How do you feel?”

The Baroness fixed her stare on Fu Qian.

Feeling the surging power within him, Fu Qian nodded.

“Strong and powerful!”

“If you fully digest it, you might gain the corresponding draconic powers. Why don’t you try it out yourself?”

The corresponding powers?

Closing his eyes in contemplation for a moment, Fu Qian took a deep breath.

The next instant, a phantom grey-white dragon head appeared before him.

The Baroness instinctively took two steps back.

A wave of transparent, invisible ripples sprayed out in the direction of the dragon head and slammed into the shelf in front of them.

Only after the dragon head vanished did Fu Qian reach out to touch it.

The wooden rack collapsed instantaneously, turning into dust silently and without a trace.

A corrosion effect?

Fu Qian shook his head.

It seemed more like accelerated aging, causing this object to turn to dust under the ravages of time.

Regardless, the effect was remarkable!

The boost in physical strength alone was nearly on par with the previous Sixth Phase standard.

This blood truly wasn’t consumed in vain.

Of course, the Dragon Blood hadn’t lost its effect. Fu Qian had deliberately opened his eyes before it was fully digested, with the intent of swallowing the remainder.

The Baroness must be worried about losing control over him and was deliberately restricting his advancement.

In this bizarre world, enhancing one’s own strength was of utmost importance, and such an opportunity had to be seized.

“That’s good, then.”

Gazing at the decayed wooden remains, the Baroness looked quite uneasy.

But since things had come to this point, she didn’t say anything more and steered the conversation back to the matter at hand.

“Your strength should be sufficient now. How do you plan to find people next?”

“Find a prison guard, explain my intentions, and have it show me the way?”

Fu Qian blinked.

“You’re crazy! You don’t have the Discoloration Curse on you – if discovered, they won’t allow you to go down at all, let alone show you the way!”

The Baroness looked somewhat dumbfounded.

“The target hasn’t been hit by the Discoloration Curse, right? But she’s down there.”

“That’s” because she’s considered a heinous criminal.”

“As an assassin of the prison guards, I’m also a heinous criminal. Maybe I’ll even end up locked up with them!”

…

“No, that’s still too reckless.”

The Baroness shook her head repeatedly, completely disagreeing with Fu Qian’s aggressive plan.

“I’m joking. Actually, I have a set of prison guard’s clothes. I’m planning to wear them to sneak in secretly,” Fu Qian pointed to his temple.

“I have the layout of the place all in my head.”

That’s more like it!

The Baroness nodded, not questioning the origin of the clothes.

“Even so, you must be very careful. Getting caught could cause a lot of trouble.”

“It’s okay, if I’m discovered, I’ll just physically sneak in.”

…

The Baroness was speechless again, unable to suppress her doubts about whether her decision had been a mistake.