The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 235 - 231: Zen Stick Devours Its Master! (3)

"A master-binding Magic Artifact?"

Given Lai Zhuge's status in the Feng Shui Inspection World, how could he not know of such things? When he saw the two Zen Sticks fly into the Martial Monks' grasp, his expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed in shock.

"Calm down, Old Lai. Which one caught your eye?" Qin Fan teased with a light chuckle.

"Master Qin… what do you mean by that?" Lai Zhuge's heart suddenly pounded.

"Nothing much. I asked you to accompany me to collect a debt, but I can't let you waste your time and effort for nothing. Today, I'll give you a master-binding Magic Artifact as your reward."

The moment his brazen words fell, the faces of the two Martial Monks twisted with rage, their eyes bulging ferociously. Looking at Qin Fan, they roared in Thai, "Prepare to die!"

Qin Fan, who didn't understand a word of the language, merely smiled. He flicked the Hemp Vine Whip in his hand, its movement unhindered by the relentless downpour.

A crackling sound echoed through the pouring rain. At the same time, his feet moved, and with an aloof smile, he dashed toward the two Martial Monks with lightning speed.

There was no more verbal sparring. Facing Qin Fan's speed, which was almost too fast for them to track, the two Martial Monks quickly bit their fingertips. They let the potent Yang Blood drip onto the Buddhist engravings on their Zen Sticks.

SWISH—!

The previously dull Zen Sticks suddenly erupted with a sinister, blood-red sheen as the Yang Blood fell upon them. Under Qin Fan's Eyes of Golden Flame, he could even see strands of black gas, imperceptible to the naked eye, swirling and rising from the engravings.

Although this malevolent energy was invisible, the abrupt shift in the aura of the Zen Sticks was enough to make one's heart race with unsettling anxiety. Lai Zhuge, standing ten meters away, felt the evil aura from the two Zen Sticks and scowled deeply. If he weren't concerned about damaging his Primordial Energy, he would have activated his Heavenly Eye to get a better look at the demonic objects.

In the heavy rain, after completing the Yang Blood enhancement, the two Martial Monks leaped into the air, their Zen Sticks striking at Qin Fan in a pincer attack from above and below.

Facing the twirling assault, Qin Fan shook his head with a scornful smile and swung his Hemp Vine Whip.

A sharp, slicing sound suddenly tore through the air. The long whip swiftly coiled around the lower Zen Stick.

"You dare challenge my Buddha Staff with a mere Magic Whip? You're courting death!" one of the Martial Monks sneered, mocking Qin Fan's apparent ignorance as the whip swept toward him.

Instead of retreating, the Zen Stick thrust forward to meet the coiling whip.

Though he couldn't understand the gibberish, Qin Fan could guess its meaning. With a cold laugh, he reached out his other hand to meet the Zen Stick coming from above, grabbing it directly.

This scene made Lai Zhuge, watching from a distance, break out in a cold sweat. "Master Qin, be careful!"

However, Qin Fan remained indifferent. He covered his entire body with True Essence Qi from his Dantian and firmly gripped the shaft of the Zen Stick. At the same instant, the Hemp Vine Whip coiled tightly around the Zen Stick below.

Seeing this, the two Martial Monks revealed undisguised smirks of triumph.

But in the next second, their expressions changed drastically. "How is this possible? How is this possible!" they shrieked.

Indeed, how could it be possible?

The moment Qin Fan and his Hemp Vine Whip seized the Zen Sticks, the outcome they expected did not occur. Qin Fan was completely unharmed. Instead, the Zen Sticks in their own hands began to tremble violently, as if in the throes of terror.

The sinister energy, steeped in the blood of countless victims, not only failed to harm Qin Fan and his Hemp Vine Whip but, inconceivably, recoiled upon its wielders.

It was trying to escape, using their bodies as a conduit. The Spiritual Zen Sticks were attempting to use their masters' bodies to hide their auras.

"No, no, no!"

As the malevolent energy seeped from their hands into their bodies, the two Martial Monks' eyes bulged with disbelief as they howled. They had entered the Dao with their bodies, tempering their mortal flesh into what was known as Copper Skin and Iron Bones—a vessel of extreme Yang and rigidity. For it to be invaded by Yin Sha energy spelled nothing but destruction.

If it had been a small amount of ordinary Yin Sha energy, they might have endured. Decades of their cultivation would have been enough for their Yang energy to consume it. However, this Buddha Staff had devoured countless lives, amassing a vast amount of sinister energy. Not just them, not even their master would have had an easy time facing it.

But their hysterical denials could not control the terror-stricken Evil Spirit Zen Staffs. A moment ago, they were the masters. Now, in a twist of cruel irony, they were being devoured by their own weapons.

This all happened because the Evil Spirit Zen Staffs sensed the endlessly terrifying aura emanating from Qin Fan.

Their screams grew louder and more ferocious. At this point, the Martial Monks couldn't even shake the violently trembling staffs from their hands; they felt fused together. They could only wait in agony as the spiritual Yin Sha energy within the staffs systematically compressed and obliterated the Yang energy in their bodies, using them as vessels for its escape.

BANG!

As the two Martial Monks were suffering indescribable pain, Qin Fan made his move. The Hemp Vine Whip swiftly coiled around the staffs, which were stuck fast to the monks' palms. Then, with a forceful tug—!

The two Zen Sticks were yanked high into the air. Before they could hit the ground, Qin Fan reached out and grasped them.

The supremely pure True Essence Qi from his palms surged into the staffs, launching a crushing wave of suppression.

The frantic quivering of the staffs gradually subsided. After three breaths, they fell completely still. The blood-red sheen on their engravings faded, and they returned to their former dull appearance, looking no different from ordinary Zen Sticks. The only distinction was the unsettling Buddhist imagery and runes etched into their surface.

"Old Lai, catch!" With a wicked smirk, Qin Fan tossed the two Zen Sticks toward Lai Zhuge.

Still shocked by the scene of the staffs devouring their masters, Lai Zhuge shuddered. How could he dare touch the evil things that had turned on their own wielders?

As if reading his thoughts, Qin Fan said, "Don't worry, I've suppressed their evil nature. There's no danger."

"Yes, yes, Master Qin!" Having no other choice, Lai Zhuge could only believe him. He called out in assent and timidly reached out his hands to catch the Zen Sticks thrown his way. He only breathed a sigh of relief after feeling their newfound tranquility.

After tossing the staffs to Lai Zhuge, Qin Fan advanced on the two Martial Monks, his Hemp Vine Whip in hand. Their bodies of Copper Skin and Iron Bones had been completely destroyed by the Yin Sha energy.

Meeting their terrified gazes, he raised his whip, now infused with True Qi, and lashed out without a trace of mercy.

LASH!

LASH! LASH!

LASH! LASH! LASH!

In the pouring rain, each strike drew blood. Skin split, flesh burst open, and bones shattered.

WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO!

Just as the two Martial Monks drew their last breaths, the wail of sirens cut through the storm.

Qin Fan retracted his Hemp Vine Whip and glanced at the monks, now lying dead in the soaking rain. He then turned to Lai Zhuge and said, "Set up a formation. Don't let them in." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

With those words, he paid no mind to the pelting rain and strolled leisurely toward the brightly lit villa.