Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Fund my ass!"

Fu Qian's retort didn't just leave Ambor dumbfounded; once Yuan Shan snapped back to reality, she looked utterly exasperated.

How could he still be running his mouth at a time like this!

"Ambor?"

However, knowing Fu Qian's style, she didn't bother trying to correct him. Instead, she fixed her gaze on the three-meter-tall mass and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Chief Yuan..."

Ambor clearly wanted to move on from that unanswerable topic as quickly as possible, responding with considerable speed.

"I apologize for meeting you in this form, but I am—truly honored."

His tone shifted rapidly. Despite his spoken apology, a chuckle broke through by the end of his sentence.

Yuan Shan hadn't refused to talk, but her killing intent was practically boiling over.

"You need to explain exactly what is going on here."

"Of course... of course!"

Ambor let out another string of low chuckles.

"But before that, there are a few matters that need handling."

With that, he took a step forward and inhaled deeply.

Like the wind sweeping away remnant clouds, the remaining dregs—already thoroughly purified by the Commandment Residue—rapidly converged onto his body.

The people who were still struggling slightly instantly fell dead silent. Their bodies collapsed, sprawling haphazardly across the ground.

It wasn't over. Ambor snapped his fingers, and a miraculous scene unfolded.

The Red Moon's light that had shrouded the surroundings magically contracted, pulling back until it was confined strictly to the boundaries of the courtyard.

"This is much better."

Having done all this, Ambor peered through the fence, keeping his eyes on Yuan Shan.

"I heard Grantham mention earlier that Chief Yuan intended to pay my place a visit."

"Although it is a bit earlier than planned, if you do not mind the conditions... please, come in."

Faced with Ambor's hospitable invitation, Yuan Shan instinctively glanced at her surroundings.

Most of the collapsed crowd was breathing steadily. They had clearly shaken off that bizarre state and looked as though they had simply fallen into a normal sleep.

Grantham had immediately rushed over to treat the person with the torn throat; their life no longer seemed in danger.

In the blink of an eye, the night seemed to have grown peaceful.

Her expression clearing slightly, Yuan Shan did not refuse Ambor's invitation. She took a step forward and walked back into the crimson moonlight.

"Mister Fang, Madam Su."

Ambor turned to appraise Fu Qian and Su Gao beside him, his tone carrying an undisguised sigh of admiration.

"Such enviable young souls. If you don't mind, please come in and allow me to host you both."

This phrasing, this aura... he really is Tier 2 now.

Faced with Ambor's praise, Fu Qian marveled inwardly.

He and Su Gao might be excessively young, but it was hard to imagine a nearly thousand-year-old Demigod calmly handing out a compliment like that.

To feel so comfortable lamenting one's old age in front of the youth, one's years generally had to provide a significant advantage.

Under the Red Moon, the bloody light cascading across the man's body was incredibly bizarre. It was mesmerizing to look at, making it clear he was anything but simple.

Amidst his musings, Fu Qian readily accepted the good advice, choosing to follow Chief Yuan inside. Su Gao did the same.

"Welcome."

Looking at his three guests, Ambor was clearly quite satisfied. He led the way, stepping forward to open the door.

The interior didn't look nearly as weathered as the outside, but with its long table and Candlesticks, the overall decor was quite classical.

He went ahead and seated himself in a tall-backed chair.

"I apologize for the haste. I'm afraid I only have red wine to offer. Would any of you—"

"You have one minute."

However, Yuan Shan was unappreciative, cutting him off immediately.

"One minute?"

His deep, dark eyes stared at Yuan Shan, and a moment later, another low chuckle rumbled in Ambor's throat.

"Unnecessary. Half a minute will do."

"Before the full moon, this city housed a group of gentlemen indulging in pleasure."

"And a Demigod who has lived through long, long years."

Ambor pointed at himself.

"And right now, the gentlemen grew so tired they fell asleep. Meanwhile, a select few suffered minor injuries."

"And this world gained a Divine Emissary."

"To summarize... what a beautiful night, is it not?"

"Heh, that does sound lovely. But would you care to recount the specific details of that process?"

Yuan Shan sneered.

"Of course... the process wasn't entirely beautiful. For instance, the illicit circulation of certain forbidden potions was a very serious, unforgivable mistake."

Ambor's tone was incredibly sincere.

"Therefore, Gulade is willing to accept any punishment for it."

"Is that so? Grantham?"

Ignoring Ambor, Yuan Shan looked at Gulade's Shangjing person in charge, who had just walked through the door.

Judging by the commotion outside, other members of the Blood Clan must have arrived to take over looking after the crowd.

"We... indeed had a major oversight in our management."

Faced with Yuan Shan's direct question, Grantham looked at Ambor for a few seconds before finally speaking.

Because of Ambor's surprisingly smooth advancement, Grantham had decisively taken a stance, placing the entire family's weight behind him.

Fu Qian wasn't the least bit surprised by this reaction.

The significance of a Divine Emissary was undoubtedly staggering for any Transcendent group.

Not to mention this was the Blood Clan, a faction with extremely strict hierarchical suppression.

Everyone here was just trying to survive; rapid flip-flopping was practically a basic maneuver.

"There have been many accidents recently."

Seeing that Yuan Shan remained silent, Ambor continued.

"But please believe me, the Blood Clan never had any intention of causing deliberate harm."

"It has been far, far too long. You can't imagine our thirst for the Progenitor's Revelation."

Reaching a hand toward the window to catch the incoming moonlight, Ambor's calm voice carried a profound fanaticism.

"You mean your thirst for the Progenitor's Revelation, don't you?"

Yuan Shan snorted.

"It's all the same. As Gulade's only Divine Emissary, my will is everyone's will."

Ambor didn't bother to hide his meaning. Grantham merely lowered his head in silent acquiescence, not even daring to meet her eyes.

...

Yuan Shan fell silent for a moment.

Ambor's behavior was undoubtedly a severe violation of the rules. By convention, there would have been no issue executing him on the spot.

However, relying on the rewards of his gamble, he had successfully tied the entire clan to his chariot.

Just as he'd said, now that he was a Divine Emissary, his significance to Gulade went far beyond a simple boost in Combat Power.

To the Blood Clan, a higher Rank meant being closer to the Progenitor and gaining greater recognition from the Progenitor.

Under these circumstances, regardless of their original opinion of him, they would likely side with him without hesitation.

Could she really wipe out the entirety of Gulade over this?

"What do you say, Chief Yuan? Gulade hopes to gain your approval."

Ambor was clearly very satisfied with the current situation and chose to press the issue.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you just received the Progenitor's Revelation. What did she tell you?"

Amidst this back-and-forth, Fu Qian suddenly interjected.

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