Eldritch Horror Theatre

A demigod?

Once they processed what Weilong had just said, nearly everyone in the room gasped in unison—save for a handful of people. The collective intake of breath seemed to drop the air pressure itself.

This "member of the Disciplinary Department" was a demigod? That was taking the concept of elite to an absurd degree!

Where did the Apocalypse recruit such a Ruthless Guy?

And no one had heard a whisper of it before now. Was it a deliberate secret, or were the people from the Apocalypse just as clueless?

Instantly, every gaze in the room converged on Cass.

Yet Cass didn't show a hint of surprise. He wore a faint, ambiguous smile, looking for all the world like he had everything entirely under control.

So it really was a deliberate secret?

The spectators immediately drew their own conclusions.

A demigod and a Tier 4 might seem separated by only a single step, but the actual chasm in power was beyond imagination.

No matter how peerless a genius Yi'an was, surviving a sudden ambush from an opponent of that caliber would be nearly impossible.

...

"How is that possible!"

It was obvious that this information had dealt a massive blow to Ni Huayuan.

Even if his outburst was born purely of shock, the cry of disbelief fit the scene perfectly, making him look exactly like a villain whose grand conspiracy had fallen short at the final step.

In contrast, Li Weixuan remained entirely unfazed.

Thanks to the concealment effects of the Emissary Mask, not even all the demigods present had noticed Fu Qian's anomaly. The unusually vocal Professor Yang was one such example.

Li Weixuan had crossed paths with Fu Qian during the Ruan Shuo incident; back then, Fu Qian had not yet taken that final step into the Demigod Realm.

So the moment Fu Qian walked through the door, Li Weixuan had sensed a change in him. The current revelation merely confirmed one of his suspicions.

"You don't believe it? You can challenge him yourself later."

Old Man Weilong let out a cold sneer. Having just done something similar himself, he seemed more than eager to see such a spectacle unfold.

"While I don't understand why Professor Fu would hide his true strength, it's clear you picked the wrong target to frame."

"I really didn't..."

Snapping out of his disbelief, Ni Huayuan finally recognized his immediate problem and hastily denied the accusation.

"Everyone in Linghui knows that words are the least trustworthy things of all."

Old Man Weilong, however, was tired of wasting his breath. He slowly raised a hand.

The next moment, that very hand withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Activating his Mythical Form directly in a public setting—this guy was also a Ruthless Guy!

Was the harsh medicine from before a bit too strong? The Old Man was getting on in years, after all.

As Fu Qian engaged in this brief moment of self-reflection, the spectator area devolved into utter chaos.

Although they were elites of the Academy, the majority of those present were still below the Demigod Realm. They couldn't simply turn a blind eye to a manifestation like this.

Those with quicker reflexes, having noticed the shift in Weilong's tone, had already deployed measures to seal off their perception.

Those who were a step slower found themselves affected, passively triggering all sorts of defensive items. For a moment, the scene was a spectacular, chaotic display.

Meanwhile, the original subject of this public trial stood in the corner, marveling that the spectacle was well worth the price of admission. His leisurely demeanor served as further proof of his demigod status.

"Are you really a demigod?"

Naya, who had quietly slipped over to his side, blurted out the question.

As the head of the Disciplinary Department, she possessed considerably richer combat experience, granting her a stronger resistance to this sort of influence.

However, she quickly realized the question was entirely unnecessary. Thinking better of it, she pointed at Weilong.

"Did you do this?"

She knew perfectly well what the Old Man's usual stance was. He was absolutely one of the most radical figures on Linghui's side.

Cass's earlier move had been a direct, tit-for-tat response against him, after all.

How could his attitude have flipped so drastically in just a single day!

"Don't talk nonsense. Professor Weilong is strictly impartial and has sworn to uncover the truth. How can you paint him in such a dirty light?"

Unfortunately, the only response she received was a look of righteous indignation from Fu Qian.

...

There was no way she believed that, but with him refusing to admit it, Naya clearly had no other options.

"Enough!"

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Li Weixuan finally stepped in to put a stop to it.

"The facts will definitely be uncovered, but you have no right to do this right now."

As if in response, the female demigod from the Sword Comprehension Institute stood up. Wielding what seemed to be an invisible blade, she delivered a casual slash into the empty air.

Clang!

Though she held no weapon, the sharp ring of clashing metal echoed out. An invisible ripple swept across the entire room, causing nearly everyone it passed over to shudder.

The chaos caused by looking directly at the Mythical Form was instantly suppressed.

Even Old Man Weilong seemed to cool down significantly under the shockwave.

Looking down at his withered hand, he seemed to realize his own impropriety and dismissed his Mythical Form in the blink of an eye.

"Continue."

The female demigod, having awed the entire room with a single strike, withdrew her hand. She gave Li Weixuan a brief nod and sat back down without another word.

Such dominance!

Any ambitious youth who witnessed the sheer elegance of that strike would surely be filled with yearning.

Lamenting the vast gap in their ability to posture, Fu Qian didn't really mind that the spectacle had been snuffed out just as it was getting good.

As a member of the Disciplinary Department, his duty was to bring evil to justice, after all.

Helping Old Man Weilong shatter a few minds in debate was merely a way to ensure the Truth only grew clearer.

Enjoying the show was just a minor fringe benefit.

"Professor Weilong, from what you said just now, did you go looking for Professor Fu earlier today?"

With their own demigod holding down the fort, Li Weixuan regained control of the situation, looking thoughtfully at the troublemaker in question.

Demigods all had tempers to some extent, but Weilong's behavior was simply too unusual.

"Yes, earlier today."

Frowning at Fu Qian, Weilong confessed to his prior rule-breaking action.

"Professor Fu, is this true?"

Without asking Weilong what his purpose had been, Li Weixuan turned directly to Fu Qian for confirmation.

"That's correct. Professor Weilong and I discussed a few rather serious issues."

Fu Qian didn't deny it, though his answer was deliberately vague.

"Such as?"

However, someone was unwilling to take the hint from their leader. Weilong's colleague, Professor Yang, immediately pressed him.

Evidently, regardless of the final outcome, today's dramatic turn of events had already utterly disgraced the Linghui Courtyard. The man was in a terrible mood.

Such as...

Unfazed, Fu Qian pondered for a brief moment.

"How many years in prison do you get for organizing group orgies?"

...

With Weilong's disastrous example fresh in his mind, Professor Yang barely managed to restrain himself from slamming the table.

"Understood."

Not giving him a chance to stir up any more trouble, Li Weixuan directly ended that line of inquiry.

"Additionally, Professor Fu, could you explain why you concealed your strength when joining the Academy?"

In the end, Li Weixuan had still managed to ask this crucial, provocative question.

Instantly, the spectators perked up, their eyes shining with keen interest.

"Of course. Though in fact, that premise is entirely flawed."

Fu Qian remained as calm as ever.

"I wasn't a demigod when I joined the Academy. I only leveled up recently."

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