Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Unclean Ecstasy (15)_1
 

Time ticked away by the minute and second.

Brother Benji indeed displayed top-notch composure, even though his entire face was submerged in the soup bowl, he didn’t utter a single sound.

He even adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable.

“Don’t mess around!”

However, Fu Qian’s sudden action had startled Lanaia.

With the situation already this chaotic, they certainly couldn’t just watch as Fu Qian drowned him.

“How can you call it messing around?”

Fu Qian revealed a smile akin to that of a deranged killer.

“This is a legitimate technique, the legendary extreme pressure, understand?”

He looked down at Benji, who was completely relaxed.

“Brother Benji believes that we won’t kill him, knowing that no matter what we do, we will definitely stop before he reaches his limit.”

“This gives him the confidence to defy any threat, and even derive pleasure from restraining his fear of death.”

“It is indeed a very logical thing, but there’s a problem.”

“The word ‘limit’ is a very serious concept, one that cannot be arbitrarily defined by those who have never experienced it.”

“And before that, are you so sure that your restraint will always overcome fear?”

“Is there really not a moment of doubt that I might actually kill you without considering the consequences?”

No sooner had Fu Qian finished speaking than the head he was pressing seemed to move slightly, but then it promptly returned to calm.

“Brother Benji is truly enjoying himself,”

Fu Qian said with a tone of great satisfaction.

“No need to thank me, it’s all in a day’s work.”

…

Witnessing this absurd scene, Lanaia clenched her fists, uncertain of how to react.

“This is why laying the groundwork is so important.”

Fu Qian shook his head as he looked at her.

“If I had done this directly at Qiao Yanchuan’s place, you would quite likely have intervened already.”

Whew!

After glaring at Fu Qian for a long while, Lanaia finally let out a slow breath.

“Didn’t you say we were pressed for time, and yet here you are doing this?”

“That’s because the route I chose is likely the most efficient one.”

While saying this, Fu Qian let out a low burst of laughter.

Meanwhile, Benji, who was in the midst of a peak experience, shivered, expelling a string of bubbles.

“Enough, he can’t take much more! Pull him up and we’ll ask him again,”

Lanaia said coldly.

“How can that be?”

Fu Qian’s facial expression was exaggerated.

“I can feel it, Brother Benji is utterly ecstatic right now.”

…

Looking down at Benji, Lanaia observed that, as Fu Qian had said, he was in a state of peculiar calm.

He even seemed to be laughing, judging from the faint sounds he emitted.

But at the same time, there were streaks of blood in the clear soup.

“Enough! If we continue like this, there will be trouble!”

Lanaia, a woman of considerable mettle, decided to intervene directly when she saw that Fu Qian was unmoved.

However, as soon as she moved, a Dark Red Long Whip bristling with spikes flashed by, its eerie power forcing her back several steps.

At the same time, as Fu Qian applied more pressure with his other hand, Benji’s body stiffened.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t control my strength very well.”

While apologizing, there was no sign of remorse on Fu Qian’s face.

“Next time I might just snap his neck.”

Lanaia, ready to charge in again, stopped in her tracks when she heard this, no longer daring to act rashly.

“If you keep this up, no matter what your reason, both of us are going to be in big trouble!”

Lanaia tried to reason with him after intimidation failed.

“I know, but it’s okay,”

Fu Qian still wore an undiminished smile.

“And why don’t you learn from Brother Benji?”

“Since there’s nothing you can do, why not look for some enjoyment in the situation, like guessing how long before he reaches his limit?”

Uh!

As Fu Qian spoke, Benji’s body trembled again, as if he was engaged in some sort of psychological struggle.

But after a moment of struggle, his movements suddenly became violent.

Regrettably, due to the absolute difference in strength, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t move the slightest bit.

“This is what you call ‘happy feet’, right?”

Observing Benji’s body curved like a shrimp, Fu Qian came across as rather understanding.

Bang, bang!

Unable to move his head, Benji began to frantically slap around with his hands.

At the same time, Fu Qian also noticed a phenomenon: Benji’s body seemed to be rapidly switching between two states, sometimes tense and sometimes limp.

Amazing!

Not until Benji’s hands had lost all rhythm in their slapping did Fu Qian finally lift up his head and toss it to Lanaia.

The latter, catching the nearly dead Benji, had a complex expression as she patted him a few times.

The healing of a Middle Tier Transcendent was quite powerful, and Benji soon started to cough violently, spitting out clumps of blood.

“You… I… want to know… what… I… say…”

Barely having caught his breath, he struggled to speak.

“Brother Benji seems to lack enough practice to reach the limit,” Fu Qian remarked.

“Besides, I appreciate your sincerity, but I don’t really have anything to ask.”

…

Even Lanaia was surprised by this.

If he’s willing to talk, why wouldn’t you ask?

Seeing the almost despairing look in Benji’s eyes, even she felt a bit of pity.

“You have thirty seconds to think about what you want to tell me,” Fu Qian continued.

“Then I will decide whether or not to continue ‘helping’ you.”

…

“I joined a month ago.”

In fact, it took Brother Benji less than ten seconds to organize his words.

“I heard about the ball from a friend and took the initiative to contact Qiao Yanchuan, then I got an invitation.”

“But I’m different from most people; what I experienced was a different kind of pleasure.”

“Later, this special Masked Ball was held once a week, and the number of attendees started to grow rapidly.”

“Jia Yi joined a little after me, but he’s basically a peripheral figure.”

“Who he has issues with, I really don’t know…”

“Is that all?”

After Benji had quickly finished speaking, Fu Qian didn’t comment; he just looked at the soup bowl on the table that was now half empty.

…

This scene immediately caused Brother Benji’s mentality to collapse, his brain overclocked several times as he remembered another matter.

“Right, the one who spoke to you at the time, she’s the most popular woman at the ball.”

“Most popular? Does that woman have any special qualities that stand out?”

Fu Qian tried to recall.

“In terms of appearance, she really hasn’t reached that stunning level, but she has one important feature—she’s the wife of a big shot.”

“Got it, status boost,” Fu Qian immediately understood.

“So who’s the big shot?”

“It’s Qiao Yanchuan!”

Seeing Fu Qian’s interest, Benji felt a surge of energy.

“That woman is his new wife.”

New wife?

Fu Qian sensed something.

“When did Old Master Qiao get married?”

“About four months ago.”

…

Given the content of the conversation, Lanaia, who had been silently watching by the side, couldn’t help but glance over.

Four months ago, wasn’t that when Qiao Yanchuan encountered the Silver-Faced Man?