Cool as it was, everyone knew tattoos were bad for political vetting...
In a corner of Shangjing at dawn, the Bookstore Owner, who had worked all night and even lost his pants in the process, was taking stock of his gains.
Though its colors were nowhere near as flamboyant as Scarlet Fever's, and the pattern was abstract enough that its meaning could not be discerned.
Whether businessman or intellectual, sporting such a look was bound to draw some attention.
Sometimes, having gained too much could bring its own troubles. The Dragon King's parting gift had clearly caused some inconvenience for his future travels through Jianghu.
First of all, Fu Qian was certain this thing could not be washed off.
And although he could use clothing to cover it up as before, Scarlet Fever was more than just a visual effect.
As a well-known supernatural phenomenon, there were probably quite a few people who could recognize it.
There was also a reason he described it as a gift from the Dragon King.
The thing on his hand could hardly be explained simply as a curse.
The curse was him, and he was the curse.
Other than being unable to store it away completely, there were already far too many effects he could command it to achieve, such as—
Fu Qian lowered his head to stare at his wrist. He did not even need Supernatural Perception; the savage pattern was already spreading rapidly.
Across the back of his hand, his palm, even up his arm...
Not only that, the pattern undulated and even moved along the surface of his skin, as though it had transformed into a two-dimensional creature.
And Fu Qian was quite certain that if he wished, he could let this two-dimensional creature continue crawling onto someone else during contact...