Chapter 76: Divine Temple Arc (Five)

Leng Yin’s face instantly turned as bitter as a gourd. “So you knew all along.”

Fu Wuxuan smiled. “Of course. Actually, your skill at concealing your aura wasn’t good at all—your breathing was too heavy. It was especially heavy when I mentioned the cause of Leng Xian’s death.”

The words he had spoken the night before weren’t just for Yun Xueqing’s ears. On another level, they were also meant for Leng Yin, who was eavesdropping outside the room.

He had stopped talking then because he figured that if he continued, Leng Yin would explode with anger.

Fu Wuxuan laughed. “You must be dying to know what was written in Leng Xian’s Archives, but you just couldn’t unlock the Oracle seal. When you learned that I had taken the Archives, aside from throwing a massive fit, you also realized that perhaps only I could open them. So you decided to play along and use me for your purposes.”

As the other’s expression grew colder and colder, Fu Wuxuan felt great. He spoke more than usual. “That’s why, even though you spent a fortune putting out a bounty on me, you never posted my portrait. You didn’t actually want to catch me—you just wanted to track my movements.”

Hearing this, Leng Yin realized that he had wanted to be the hunter pursuing his prey, but had instead fallen into the prey’s trap. He simply fell silent.

But looking at the other’s “smug” face, he found it utterly infuriating no matter how he looked at it.

Leng Yin’s gaze darkened.

Fu Wuxuan continued, “I did anticipate that you might try to extract information from me and take some actions, but I never imagined that this morning, you’d impersonate Yun Xueqing to approach me… What did you do to him?”

Seeing him ask this, Leng Yin immediately replied in a sinister tone, “Who knows right now? He’s hovering between life and death… After all, to take his place, I had to make sure he wouldn’t suddenly pop up and expose me.”

Fu Wuxuan’s expression turned cold.

Leng Yin had gained the upper hand verbally, but it didn’t make him feel any better. He wanted to jab at the other a few more times when he heard Fu Wuxuan say, “If you don’t tell me where he is, I’ll destroy these Archives.”

Tu Hexiangchu, who had been watching the show, suddenly focused on him.

Leng Yin’s pupils dilated for an instant. Even though he knew the other wouldn’t actually do it, he still felt stifled. Gnashing his teeth, he spat, “You dare!”

How dare this person say such a thing—and have the gall to say it!

Fu Wuxuan weighed the Archives in his hand. “There aren’t many people in this world that I care about. I can do anything.”

Leng Yin looked at him with disgust, his gaze dark. “I didn’t do anything to him. There’s a low-level Weird Domain near that town. I trapped him there, and he should be able to get out before long.”

Fu Wuxuan eyed him for a few moments and confirmed he was telling the truth—that he hadn’t done anything to Yun Xueqing—so he didn’t press further.

A lazy smile hung on his face as he said, “Actually, you didn’t need to resort to all these schemes. This is Leng Xian’s Archives, and as his younger brother, you naturally have the right to know.”

Leng Yin shot him a cold look. “Is it raining red from the sky? I sent people from the Divine Temple to hunt you down, and you’d be so generous as to share the Archives with me?”

The lazy smile vanished from Fu Wuxuan’s face. He suddenly fell silent for a moment. After an unknown stretch of time, he said softly, “We were never enemies to begin with.”

Leng Yin nearly died of anger at this hypocritical remark. His tone grew even colder. “We’re not enemies? But you killed him! You killed my brother!”

The atmosphere chilled at these words laced with killing intent. Tu Hexiangchu knew it was time for him to step in.

He released the Oracle he had cast. Before Leng Yin could speak, he cut in first. “Don’t argue right now. Look at the Archives. Don’t you want to know the true cause of your brother’s death?”

Leng Yin fell silent.

Fu Wuxuan also said nothing. He quietly pulled out the Archives. His head was lowered, his bangs obscuring his eyes. Under the stark white light, his expression was unreadable.

The Archives contained many documents, including major internal records from the Divine Temple. To avoid suspicion, Tu Hexiangchu didn’t look, and Fu Wuxuan only skimmed them quickly.

The files were arranged in chronological order. Through the not-too-thick stack of papers from different periods, one could vaguely glimpse the relentless passage of time in despair mode and the shifting mindset of the person who had recorded them.

As Leng Yin flipped through the documents, he murmured unconsciously, “…Brother.”

Though he had done many things for his brother, it had been a long time since Leng Xian’s death. He had even started to forget what he looked like.

Setting aside some of the Divine Temple’s internal files, there were also some Oracles that Leng Xian had developed himself.

It had to be said that although Leng Xian was only an A-Rank Ability User, his creative talent was unparalleled in the world. The Oracles he researched and devised were beyond what ordinary people could imagine in a lifetime. They had incredibly versatile uses, and some could even foresee the future or transcend life and death.

Fu Wuxuan looked at one Oracle related to foresight, which Leng Xian had highlighted and circled in red pen.

He had a vague sense of foreboding.

This unknown Oracle—perhaps one that no one besides Leng Xian had ever tested—might be the cause of his death.

An Oracle that could foresee the future—wasn’t that peeking into the mandate of heaven?

Could the mandate of heaven be peeked into? And at what cost?

Chaotic thoughts flooded his mind. He eagerly flipped to the last page of the Archives.

The final page was a neat sheet of A4 paper with sparse content—just a few words scribbled on it.

Yet those few short words made everyone’s faces change, turning extremely grim.

The apocalypse is irreversible. The Weirds are unsolvable. The living have no path.

But this line had been crossed out with a pen, and below it, three new words were written:

Strategy God Heavens.

The vast conference room fell utterly silent. No one spoke, and everyone’s expressions were profoundly complex.

Tu Hexiangchu looked at the two of them. “What does this mean? ‘The apocalypse is unsolvable’—is this the future he saw?”

If the crossed-out line was true, then humanity was truly hopeless.

After seeing the Archives, the mysteries only multiplied.

Fu Wuxuan remained silent. Instead, Leng Yin’s face flickered with uncertainty. “My brother’s death is connected to Strategy God Heavens.”

This wasn’t a question but a firm assertion.

What had started as a Divine Temple matter was suddenly linked to Strategy God Heavens. Even Tu Hexiangchu felt a headache coming on. “There might be some connection.”

The three harbored their own thoughts when Leng Yin suddenly spoke. “I’m taking these Archives with me.”

Fu Wuxuan didn’t respond, but Tu Hexiangchu nodded. “You can take the Divine Temple-related materials, but we’ll keep backups of the rest in the Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau.”

Leng Yin shot him a cold look. “This is my brother’s.”

When it came to public interests, Tu Hexiangchu didn’t back down. “We’re not trying to claim it for ourselves. If some of the former High Priest’s intelligence could be made public, it wouldn’t just help our Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau—it would benefit everyone still alive in this world.”

Leng Yin repeated, “It’s my brother’s. Not the Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau’s. This is the Divine Temple’s private property. You have no right to interfere.”

Tu Hexiangchu was silent for a long time—so long that Leng Yin thought he would yield—when he heard, “As an official organization, we indeed have no right to interfere… But now, I’m doing this as an individual, as an ordinary Oracle, to compete with you for these materials.”

Leng Yin sneered coldly. “Using public office for private gain, and you make it sound so noble.”

Tu Hexiangchu ignored his words. “I won’t yield.”

Leng Yin’s gaze grew icier. Just as Tu Hexiangchu thought he would attack in the next second, Leng Yin suddenly turned to Fu Wuxuan. “We disagree. Fu Wuxuan, my brother’s best friend—if it were you, how would you handle this ‘inheritance’?”

To be precise, this “inheritance” left by Leng Xian was specifically for Fu Wuxuan. Neither Leng Yin nor Tu Hexiangchu had the right to dispose of it.

But Leng Yin wasn’t considering that factor. He just wanted to know what Fu Wuxuan would choose at this moment.

Fu Wuxuan seemed helpless. “You always have to dig these pointless pits.”

Leng Yin’s expression grew even colder. “Answer me.”

Fu Wuxuan turned serious, staring into the other’s eyes. Word by word, he said, “If it were him, he might make these materials public. After all, he was…”

The beloved, revered by all, Temple Grand High Priest.

The great savior who braved wind, rain, cold, and heat, running himself ragged for the sake of the living, bearing all the pain alone.

Hearing his answer, Leng Yin sneered. “You don’t understand him at all. As expected, you and Tu Hexiangchu are two of a kind.”

Fu Wuxuan neither confirmed nor denied the accusation.

In some ways, he and Tu Hexiangchu were indeed similar.

Though there had been a heated argument, Leng Yin wouldn’t give up exclusive possession of Leng Xian’s Archives just because of Fu Wuxuan’s stance.

His eyes devoid of emotion, his expression hard and cold, he said to Tu Hexiangchu, “If we can’t talk it out, then let’s fight. If I win, you let me go, and I take the Archives.”