Fire of Madness, Golden Quality.
This product of the Tyrant is regarded as the power of curse and taboo, always targeting the spiritual aspects.
Calms the mind, removes decay without generating muscle, even the forr head of the Benevolence Institute used it and praised its effectiveness.
Given Mr. Cardon Sr.’s current situation, the potency might seem rather strong, but don’t forget the man was going to die anyway, wouldn’t it be wonderful to use it as a bowl of Soul Revival Soup?
Fu Qian’s thought process is very simple here; even if it’s just a projection of will, even if there are deeper, more difficult entanglents, regardless, this person in front of him belongs to Cardon, painstakingly separated as a "Non-" under Fu Qian’s guidance.
And now, starting from this part, the soul has already been ignited.
It will ultimately burn the old man to ashes, but there’s an issue of who persists until the end in this matter.
All along the way, one can feel Mr. Cardon Sr.’s determination for self-redemption.
Given the premise of actively helping him win at the starting line, the advantage still seems to be here, so let’s wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.
Ah——
Turns out after half a second of daze, a scream that can only be described as inhuman emitted from the face that was full of montum just monts ago.
Not only that, Lady Ya Yi, who was sitting there, suddenly rose up silently, arms spread wide, rushing over.
Indeed, not an exaggeration, Elder Ji has almost beco the underlying logic of Cardon’s will, even to a certain extent able to drive other "parts" to make such a desperate charge.
But it’s not entirely aningless; at least it can accelerate the collapse of Cardon’s will.
Pop!
To this, Fu Qian was not polite; as a palm strike landed, Lady Ya Yi was sent flying back even faster, plastered onto the wall.
With the added influence of close contact with the Brilliant Tyrant, the whole body showed obvious deformation.
But at least it didn’t catch fire, right?
Fu Qian wasn’t planning on spreading the golden fla; there was no golden fla on that slap.
However, the bottle in hand is warm golden.
While smacking people, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate to try a sip from this colorful travel drink.
Must admit, it didn’t disappoint in saving it for last.
Though the ingredients weren’t high-grade, both the carrot and orange flavors were quite pure, and the combination worked well.
Pop!
In the midst of comntary, Fu Qian backhandedly delivered another slap, sending Mr. Dickens who charged in a bit later crashing into the wall.
"You have no idea what you’re doing...ugh—"
And Elder Ji who was set afla could no longer stand.
In a voice full of infectious resentnt, he quickly disintegrated into flying ash, spreading to every corner.
"Thank you..."
And when utterly dissipated into nothingness, flas even began to ignite on the lying Cardon’s body.
Seemingly awakened by it, though he didn’t open his eyes, he painfully thanked.
Decades of shadows scattered in one morning, seemingly feeling the joy of final liberation—although his joy might be quite premature.
"No need to thank."
Fu Qian casually returned a polite remark, and amidst the tearing sound, the expensive outfit further ripped apart.
Not only has the Brilliant Tyrant not been subdued, but its expansion factor was even adjusted higher.
...
Theoretically, the situation is already quite clear.
Cardon finally found a mont of relief in his last monts, only needing to remove the disturbance of the Brilliant Tyrant to allow him a peaceful dream he hasn’t had in decades, thus completing the task.
Yet, the aning of ’no need to thank’ truly suggests no need for gratitude.
Fu Qian quietly tasted the last bottle drink in hand, appearing even more petite due to the enlarged physique.
In the blink of an eye, not only had Elder Ji turned to ash, but even Mr. Dickens and Lady Ya Yi also disintegrated completely in intense tremor.
The swirling ash flew everywhere, even penetrating walls, like snow scatters, allowing a direct perception of the burning of Mr. Cardon Sr.’s mind palace.
"Uh...ah..."
Even the man lying there, his tightly closed eyelids couldn’t conceal the golden glow beneath.
Decades without sleep, then having this clean ambition in his dying monts, theoretically, the old man could still be considered quite the tough guy.
Yet this ti he seed unable to withstand the pain, emitting a groan before collapse.
"So, do you really think this was a good story?"
Facing the scene where the task could fail at any mont, Fu Qian finally spoke, softly asking.
...
At that mont, the painful groans seed to montarily pause.
But Fu Qian’s body subtly expanded once more, making the carrot juice in hand look like a bottle of oral liquid.
"Everything that happened back then, to , is just sothing out of stories from your mouths, so I can’t even ascertain whether those faces just now were real or not... so on first glance, the story seed reasonable."
Without receiving a response, Fu Qian didn’t insist but continued talking to himself, emphasizing the inadequacy of his own experience.
"But even so, the story still had loopholes, didn’t you notice? For instance, if Cardon’s trouble really was this elder, it seems unnecessary to hide it from ?"
The pendant swayed between his fingers when his tone suddenly shifted.
"Even letting know in advance could reduce the chance of misguidance?"
...
Oddly, the conversational therapy indeed had so effect, for within just a few lines, the painful sounds nearly vanished.
"So since long ago, the only core issue I’ve contemplated was what’s sothing, if told, would bring negative impact—then the answer just now was rather delightful."
Despite understanding Cardon’s state as numb from pain, Fu Qian still refused to spare him.
"Righteous, emancipated from material restraints, relying upon cognition to exist, very easily recalls the abnormality ntioned earlier—that even knowing complicates matters."
The empty carrot juice bottle was discarded as Fu Qian’s finger pointed at his own temple.
"Furthermore, I can declare that I knew this elder long ago, even saw the excavation site of his remains, freely given everything on hand... leading to a seemingly coherent conclusion—that indeed, there’s a Righteous he doesn’t want knowing but it’s not this one."
The flying ashes were so dense, even the drink bottle’s mouth was not spared. Seeing Fu Qian wipe his fingers lightly, he silently felt the grey-black substance like it was seeping into flesh, made his closing remark.
"That’s just a hypothesis, but testable—the story I fabricated quickly earned your approval, leading to performances along that line."
"Too clumsy and impatient... are you truly Cardon? Or sothing he didn’t want knowing?"
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