Chapter 1666: Chapter 1661: The Senior’s Shock

Blood-stained prison?

Severe punishment for violations is also an expression of the Rule, and this concept is executed quite thoroughly.

Though Brother Sanxun’s words were abstract, Fu Qian found them easy to understand.

This person suddenly appeared high-profile, after showing authority and then introducing his extraordinary life. It’s evident that he isn’t here to save people from misery or to guide lost sheep to the truth.

Whether it was his words or Sha Ming’s, both revealed something quite clear—progressing to this point, the invisible Rule has already undergone a qualitative change from a quantitative one.

It was like the beams of light reflected through my eyes alongside Brother Sanxun’s actions.

Immortal, supreme, yet intricately woven together, converging to define this place, making it a "sacred" land.

And I am already a prisoner in the cage, with bindings that go far beyond what words can describe.

According to Brother Sanxun, this place doesn’t even prevent one from taking off the mask and leaving.

At the same time, my form of existence in this world has already been locked in place.

It’s easy to understand its meaning: no matter how long I stay in the warehouse after taking off the mask, or even return to the real world to eat, drink, and play with Young Master Qin and others, once I put on the Messenger to sync back to this world, I’ll still appear in this place.

Even if I don’t wear it, it won’t matter because the warehouse will force-execute the task, sending myself to this world.

Brother Sanxun is clearly aware of this and is confident the warehouse lacks the ability to bypass this prison.

Simply put, this prison locks in our career paths, making it impossible to continue working even if we escape.

The warehouse will not allow this, and at that time, I’ll be like a mouse pulled by a string and locked in a cage, only meeting the end of breaking bones and flesh, dyeing the prison red with blood.

And this is exactly what Brother Sanxun wants me to do, and even Sha Ming as well.

...

Perhaps their nature of existence differs, but observing the grand picture, Sha Ming and Brother Sanxun’s actions evidently show a fascinating resemblance.

Neither is in a hurry to kill, and both don’t mind sharing secrets slowly and surely.

The eventual result was that this Exploration Team, not strong on paper, successfully delved deep here.

Why did Sha Ming lure the Huang Clan People in? Clearly, their strength was almost negligible.

The answer is, he never needed to cut a path through thorns and find the Blood Lion along the way.

What he wanted was the process of passing through the thorn bushes.

Which is exactly what Brother Sanxun described: discovering and abiding by the Rule, or being punished for breaking the Rule.

They want the Rule to be manifested, just like the light reflecting from Brother Sanxun’s movements at this moment.

And Huang Leji and others had evidently reached a dead-end of the thorns, but in Sha Ming and Brother Sanxun’s eyes, we can still do more.

Such as attempting to tear a path with bare hands, and in the process of failure, smear the blood all over the face.

From this perspective, my arrival should be considered an unexpected gain for Sha Ming.

And facing the enthusiasm hard to muster in myself, knowing him to be fully aware of Cycle Enforcers, he decisively chose to stand by and watch the show, letting Brother Sanxun give me "an offer I can’t refuse."

And the latter indeed accomplished it.

"SAN Points decreased by 1."

Yet he was still continuing.

[SAN Points decreased by 5]

After a round of narrating, he temporarily paused, giving Fu Qian time to think quietly, but at the same time not forgetting to gently urge a little.

Another frontal backstab, Fu Qian’s SAN Points dropped another 5 points.

"... How can you have so much?"

However, compared to this loss, Fu Qian, whose eyelashes didn’t even flutter, surprised Brother Sanxun in the next moment, struggling to contain his shock.

...

Hmph, was that even necessary to mention?

Did you think I was a weakling like you, unable to withstand just 29 points?

Not to mention, the consumption was even worthwhile, gaining a glimpse into the essence of SAN Points.

Understanding fully where Brother Sanxun’s emotions stemmed from, Fu Qian simply sneered inwardly.

He clearly remembered the depletion since entering this place.

For someone like me, holding triple-digit SAN Points, while it has been brutal, it’s manageable. However, for the veterans, it might have been terrifying.

Brother Sanxun’s method of confirming my Administrator status upon first meeting is still uncertain.

But his decisive choice of SAN Point reduction clearly targeted us effectively.

It’s believed that this alone would create formidable psychological pressure on any Administrator.

Such as himself.

Under successive losses, my earlier calm demeanor was perceived as pretended steadiness, and he relentlessly continued to apply pressure.

However, everyone has limits, and the collapse he imagined for me did not occur, he himself began to crumble.

"Where is there more?"

And as commonly known, Fu Qian, with years of expertise in finishing off, promptly offered a contemptuous laugh.

"Did you really think I couldn’t afford such a trivial cost? Then perhaps you need to find time to reflect on yourself."

"I don’t know how it was back then, but you’ve clearly chosen the wrong approach; I am also immortal in this regard."

When concluding, Fu Qian simultaneously removed the hood from his head and gently brushed his hand across his face.

The originally cadaverous face rejuvenated inch by inch under the palm, enhancing the momentum of his words.

The identity as a High-level Extraordinary was already exposed, rendering staying with the people unmeaning, better to utilize it to stir up emotions.

"Nonsense!"

Proven effective, the emotional stirring was quite successful.

Although his face wasn’t visible, Brother Sanxun’s voice brimmed with destiny’s indignation.

Evidently, during a particular period in his life, SAN Points held considerable importance, even now leaving him unable to completely let go.

"You have no idea what it represents, otherwise, you’d know comparing it to immortality is as ridiculous as your current disguise."

"Oh, so what does it represent then?"

Fu Qian, without wasting the emotion gleaned, smoothly inquired further.

"Heh, don’t bother prying words from me, some things can only be personally experienced... The only thing I can tell you is that I am the true immortal, for the Life-Saving Rope tethered to my neck has been removed."

Unfortunately, it seemed Brother Sanxun was unwilling to share more.

SAN Points being a Life-Saving Rope around the neck? That’s indeed an intriguing metaphor.

Nonetheless, Fu Qian was already quite satisfied, feeling that this journey was worthwhile.

"Ah——"

Unfortunately, since only half the conversation was visible, the spectators couldn’t empathize with the emotions.

The next moment, a piercing scream from below shattered the silence.

Looking towards the sound, a member of the exploration team was seen rolling rapidly down the long ladder, scattering vibrant blood flowers.

As if falling into an invisible meat grinder.

It’s evident that urging methods were not exclusive to the Third Follower.

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