Chapter 75: Divine Temple Arc (Part 4)

Yun Xueqing looked at Tu Hexiangchu in front of him. He hadn’t expected Fu Wuxuan to actually cooperate with people from the Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau.

Just not long ago, the Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau had joined forces with the Divine Temple to hunt him down. To achieve some goal, both Fu Wuxuan and the Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau were truly flexible.

It was understandable, though. The Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau had no deep grudge against Fu Wuxuan to begin with; they had only helped with the pursuit due to their partnership with the Divine Temple.

After Fu Wuxuan defected from the Divine Temple and stole the Archives, he directly sought out Tu Hexiangchu for cooperation, claiming to hold the truth about the High Priest’s death and methods to deal with the Weirds.

The Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau wasn’t interested in how the High Priest died, but methods to counter the Weirds were indeed extremely important and valuable leads, which led to today’s meeting.

With the main matter right in front of them, no one in the room had the leisure to dwell on any grudges; everyone showed just the right amount of courtesy.

Tu Hexiangchu nodded to the two of them. “The item is already here. As expected, the death of the Temple Grand High Priest back then indeed had hidden circumstances.”

He looked toward Fu Wuxuan, gesturing for him to reveal some of the truth from that time.

Fu Wuxuan treated the conference room like his own home, casually pulling over a chair and sitting down in a very relaxed manner. “There’s actually not much to say.”

He repeated the content he had told Yun Xueqing the night before.

Wu Xue, standing beside Tu Hexiangchu, pursed her lips, seemingly touched by what he said.

Tu Hexiangchu only asked one question: “How exactly did Leng Xian die?”

Fu Wuxuan’s tone was flat. “I know you won’t believe me, but the truth is just as I said: he Weirdified into a Weird and was killed by my own hand.”

Yun Xueqing suddenly interjected: “What you’re saying is too absurd; it has almost no possibility.”

His tone was icy, full of doubt.

Leng Xian had an astonishing constitution that rendered him immune to Weird contamination—this was a well-known fact.

If someone claimed Leng Xian died from Weirdification, they would certainly be dismissed as spouting complete lies.

Yun Xueqing looked at him. “You’re lying.”

Only he knew that Leng Xian’s corpse after death bore no traces of Weirdification; everything was a thorough lie.

Fu Wuxuan wasn’t hurt by his attitude and simply smiled. “Indeed, the public won’t believe it or accept this reason. But it’s not absolutely impossible. No matter how absurd the truth is, it remains the truth.”

Tu Hexiangchu detected a whiff of tension from the dialogue between the two, but he didn’t try to defuse it. Instead, he pressed: “Then do you know why he Weirdified?”

Fu Wuxuan tilted his head. “You believe me?”

Tu Hexiangchu denied it. “It’s not that I believe you; I simply accept the myriad possibilities of all things.”

What he believed in wasn’t Fu Wuxuan, but the possibility Fu Wuxuan described.

Fu Wuxuan smiled, not defending himself, and merely answered Tu Hexiangchu’s earlier question: “I don’t fully understand the specifics of why he Weirdified, but Leng Xian once told me he was going to do something big.”

Yun Xueqing grew somewhat urgent. “What big thing?”

“I’m not sure,” Fu Wuxuan said, seeming a bit helpless as he smiled, but his expression quickly turned serious. “But he told me that if he succeeded, the Weirds would vanish, the apocalypse would end, and an era of peace would arrive.”

Tu Hexiangchu stood up directly from his chair upon hearing this. “A great matter that could end the apocalypse?”

The laziness vanished completely from Fu Wuxuan’s face, and he became unusually serious. “Yes, ending the apocalypse.”

“As for more unknown details, they might all be recorded in his Archives… They definitely are, given how major it is.”

His tone returned to its usual lightness, as if to say that if they could open the Archives, they could see for themselves.

Tu Hexiangchu’s voice was steady. “The Archives bag has a special Oracle seal on it. I can’t undo it. If forced, the Archives will self-destruct.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Wuxuan suddenly smiled. “I didn’t expect Leng Xian to be so cautious. If the Archives haven’t been unsealed yet, even Leng Yin alone wouldn’t be able to open them—he’d just have to glare at them helplessly.”

With that, Fu Wuxuan glanced at Yun Xueqing with a half-smile, only to be met with a glare in return.

After glaring at him, Yun Xueqing suddenly spoke up. “The Bureau Chief can’t break the Oracle on the Archives, which means it’s not related to Spirit Energy rank. Even an S-Rank Oracle couldn’t handle this seal; perhaps only relevant personnel can undo it.”

Tu Hexiangchu corrected him. “It’s Vice Director.”

Good thing they were in the conference room—if the real Bureau Chief Li An heard that, there would be hell to pay.

Fu Wuxuan smiled. “It might not be just relevant personnel, but specifically those designated by Leng Xian who can break this Oracle… Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Look, even Leng Yin can’t break his own brother’s Oracle.”

Yun Xueqing couldn’t help glaring at him again. Though he tried to keep his expression calm, his voice was unavoidably low and gloomy. “Are you saying you have a way to break it?”

Fu Wuxuan didn’t refute. “We can give it a try.”

With that, he actually reached for the Archives on the table.

Tu Hexiangchu reminded him. “The Archives have an Attack Divine Decree on them. Infuse Spirit Energy into your hand, and you won’t get hurt.”

Fu Wuxuan just shook his head and calmly touched the Archives on the table.

They had thought the Attack Divine Decree would activate, but nothing happened. Fu Wuxuan took the Archives without a scratch.

Yun Xueqing stared in stunned silence, masking his dazed devastation as he murmured to himself, “This sealed Archives… it really was left only for you.”

The Attack Divine Decree had no effect on Fu Wuxuan, so naturally, the seal was useless too.

Fu Wuxuan held the Archives bag but didn’t open it immediately. Instead, he sighed at it, his gaze tinged with loneliness.

Tu Hexiangchu was very perceptive in certain ways. “You can open it once you’re mentally prepared… but the longer you wait, the more variables there will be.”

“I’m not one to dawdle,” Fu Wuxuan said as he squeezed the moderately thick Archives. “Since the old wound from the past has already been torn open, it’s better to dig out the rotten flesh beneath it all at once.”

Yun Xueqing looked at him. “Is the past, to you, just rotten remains?”

Fu Wuxuan didn’t chide him for saying strange things today and instead smiled. “It’s not the past that’s rotten, but a part of me.”

Yun Xueqing fell silent.

Fu Wuxuan no longer looked at him and instead reached out, slowly unwinding the strings binding the Archives one loop at a time.

To avoid damaging the contents, his movements were very slow. Though there were only a few loops, it still felt extraordinarily long in that moment.

Some hearts endured torment.

The final loop was undone, and as Fu Wuxuan released the string end to retrieve the contents, a hand suddenly reached for the Archives!

Fu Wuxuan raised the Archives high, and at the same time, Tu Hexiangchu said in a low voice, “Oracle: Binding.”

Circles of light pillars suddenly appeared, forming a completely sealed cage that trapped Yun Xueqing in a tiny space.

Yun Xueqing’s face showed shock. “What are you doing? I just wanted to look at the Archives.”

Fu Wuxuan smiled. “We’re all so familiar now, and at this point, why keep pretending?”

“Yun Xueqing’s” expression changed drastically, seeming somewhat angry at Fu Wuxuan’s words. “What nonsense are you spouting! Fu Wuxuan, don’t you like me? And you treat me like this!”

Fu Wuxuan lazily lifted his eyelids and turned to Tu Hexiangchu. “Bureau Chief, trouble you to slap a silencing Oracle on him.”

Tu Hexiangchu corrected tirelessly, “It’s Vice Director.”

Yun Xueqing’s face darkened. “That’s not the point.”

Tu Hexiangchu’s tone was steady. “Temple Grand High Priest, you’ve disguised yourself to come here, but we’ve already seen through it, so there’s no need for the disguise anymore.”

Fu Wuxuan was too lazy to watch the fake continue acting and casually said, “Oracle: Barrier Breaker.”

“Yun Xueqing’s” face shattered inch by inch like a mirror, fragments scattering and peeling away to reveal his true appearance.

Leng Yin was expressionless. “When did you figure it out?”

Fu Wuxuan replied, “You had too many flaws. If you’re going to disguise yourself, you should at least understand the personality traits of the person you’re impersonating.”

In truth, he said this just to needle Leng Yin and make him feel bad.

Leng Yin was skilled at impersonations, but with the topic involving his own brother, it was hard not to let emotions slip.

Though cold-blooded and ruthless, he alone held genuine affection for his brother.

Fu Wuxuan didn’t want Leng Yin to feel good, and the feeling was mutual.

Leng Yin suddenly let out a sinister laugh. “If my disguise was really that poor, how did you pour your heart out to me last night?”

Tu Hexiangchu was somewhat surprised but had no intention of intervening; he kept a straight face, watching the drama unfold.

Fu Wuxuan remained as steady as a rock, not falling for the trap. “Pour my heart out to you? Wasn’t it you squatting outside our room eavesdropping?”