Time Is Running Out for Her

Chapter 25: Time is Running Out for Her

Nothing is greater than liberating one's mind; reverse thinking is important.

After the previous failure, Fu Qian's approach this time was very simple. You can't guard against a thief for a thousand days.

Instead of thinking about how to keep Wen Li alive, he decided to put her in an absolutely safe place and have her complete her promotion as quickly as possible.

As the ancient saying goes, give time a task, not a task time.

Wen Li spent a full ten minutes adjusting her emotions, but even though she stopped crying, she was clearly still resistant.

"I don't understand."

Her voice was dry.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to make a choice."

"Seize every second to complete your promotion, or appear naked on tomorrow's news headlines."

"Also, a reminder, even if you die here, it won't change my approach tomorrow."

Fu Qian reminded the beautiful woman of the cruel reality she faced.

A beauty who wouldn't forget to wipe her face even when her life or death was uncertain.

He believed that her potential was limitless when facing such a threat.

"Can you at least tell me why you're doing this?"

Wen Li was clearly a person with logical thinking skills and quickly recognized her fate.

Even so, she couldn't help but ask the question in her heart.

Yeah, why are you doing this?

To save her life? He had indeed saved her more than once.

But why did he make such an outrageous request?

Was he a perverted strong person who liked to toy with human nature?

"You might be overthinking it. I, Fu, was just passing by here recently, saw that you have excellent bone structure and are a cultivation prodigy, so I specifically enlightened you and bestowed upon you an opportunity."

"Can I refuse this opportunity?"

"If heaven gives it, you must take it."

"But... my abilities are greatly affected by my emotions. I really don't have the confidence to be promoted under these circumstances."

"Didn't I already slap that Young Master Ye to make you happy?"

"Why would I be happy... Ah, how did you know!"

In the end, Miss Wen was forced to accept her fate and gradually quieted down.

She sat up straight, closed her eyes slightly, adjusted her breathing, and in the quiet space, she seemed ethereal for a moment.

It really is simple to deal with smart people!

Fu Qian looked at Wen Li, who was sitting with her back to him, and felt deeply gratified.

"Jade doesn't become a useful item without being carved. I'm relieved to see you so motivated."

Wen Li's sitting body visibly trembled.

"Friendly reminder, you have 23 hours and 35 minutes left."

Seeing Wen Li's shoulders twitch slightly, as if she was about to cry again.

Confirming that she wouldn't slack off in the slightest, Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction and closed his eyes, standing still.

He wasn't going to sleep; on the contrary, all his senses were wide open, covering every corner.

Wen Xiuxian said this place was impregnable, but that was based on his common sense.

Fu Qian had witnessed the Lightning Railgun. In his opinion, the solid walls here could only avoid some minor troubles.

Like now.

Fu Qian suddenly opened his eyes and blew a breath forward.

The air in front of him distorted almost imperceptibly, and a nearly transparent thin thread was blown aside by his breath.

Silently, a deep scratch appeared on the wall.

This thing was originally aimed at his neck.

The next moment, the air stirred again, and more than ten similar thin threads wrapped around him from all directions.

This time, Fu Qian didn't do anything, letting them wrap around him.

The incredibly sharp threads quickly surrounded him from head to toe, and the next moment they contracted inward, intending to shred him into pieces.

Feeling the threads that were almost cutting into his flesh, Fu Qian took a deep breath.

The next moment, crackling sounds erupted, and the fine threads wrapped around his body snapped one by one, scattering into the air.

"Found you."

At the same time, Fu Qian leaped high and tore open the ventilation duct above him.

More fine threads tried to wrap around his hands, but he grabbed them and yanked them outwards.

"Hmph!"

A figure jumped out of the ventilation duct, staring intently at Fu Qian.

It was an acquaintance.

Looking at the middle-aged woman with a poker face before him.

"Team Leader Tan, you've gone gray early."

Fu Qian blew the broken threads in his hand towards her.

No longer transparent without their power, the threads had turned into gray-white strands of hair.

Looking at Tan Mingxue's hair, which was noticeably shorter in one spot, if her hairdresser hadn't met with an accident, it was obvious where this came from.

The Night Watchers arrived quite quickly.

Recalling Mr. Ji's earlier impersonation of the Jade Emperor, Fu Qian couldn't help but praise their efficiency in summoning people.

"Who are you?"

Age truly was a killer for women. Tan Mingxue's expression had initially held a mix of solemnity and confusion.

After Fu Qian's remark, it was almost entirely replaced by killing intent.

Visible killing intent overflowed from her.

Fu Qian remained unfazed. Based on their previous interactions, he knew this woman had a rather volatile temper.

Given the current situation, it looked like he had kidnapped Miss Wen, injured innocent civilians, and his only chance for peaceful resolution was to surrender and go with her.

That was a condition he absolutely could not accept.

It would be more meaningful to enrage this woman and exploit the openings that came with her losing her head.

"Team Leader Tan was just trying to kill me, and you still don't know who I am?"

Fu Qian blinked.

"Your law enforcement attitude has issues."

"That's not for you to judge. Answer my question or leave a last word, your choice."

Tan Mingxue's eyes were cold. After all, she was an experienced Transcendent and didn't lose her composure due to anger, much to Fu Qian's disappointment.

"Ah--"

Fu Qian ignored her and stretched languidly.

"I choose neither."

"Stubborn fool!"

Tan Mingxue said no more. The next moment, her long hair moved as if in a strong wind, spreading out in all directions.

It stood straight, as if she had touched a static ball.

The ends of her hair extended again, transforming into those transparent fine threads that almost enveloped the entire room.

As the threads whipped through the air, the air was cut and churned countless times.

The entire room became an invisible meat grinder; one wrong step would lead to a thousand cuts.

Since your hands are so dark, you can't blame me.

Fu Qian held his arms out flat and did a chest expansion.

I need to finish this quickly. Miss Wen's attention has clearly been drawn by the arrival of reinforcements. Although she's still sitting there, she's no longer concentrating and is even sneaking glances backward.

I need to help her focus again, as soon as possible.

After all, her time is running out.