The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 259 - 255: Martial Arts Life and Death Order! (2)
「The next day.」
Outside No.1 Villa, the silver-gray Bentley shimmered with a blinding light under the sun.
Ye Jizu stood confidently beside the car. He was dressed in loose, white linen clothes, with sandalwood beads on his wrist and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
Seeing Qin Fan emerge from the villa, he immediately reached for the car door handle and pulled it open.
Greeting the approaching Qin Fan with an obsequious smile, he said, "Mr. Qin, please!"
"Mmm." Seeing Ye Jizu's gesture, Qin Fan couldn't help but shake his head with a smile as he got into the car.
The Bentley started. Ye Jizu never brought a driver when traveling with Qin Fan. Gripping the steering wheel, he suddenly turned to ask, "Mr. Qin, have you heard? Lan Xiaosheng is back in Huaxia."
"Lan Xiaosheng? No, I haven't," Qin Fan replied, his eyelids lifting slightly as his brow furrowed.
"Mr. Qin, he originally had a thirty-year pact with Hua Xiaotian, but he's broken it and returned early. Barring any surprises, he's definitely back for revenge! I think we'll be running into him soon!" Ye Jizu's expression was grave, and he was visibly uneasy when speaking of Lan Xiaosheng.
Even though the young Grandmaster who had made the entire Martial Arts World tremble was sitting right behind him, the intangible sense of deterrence from the name Lan Xiaosheng still left Ye Jizu feeling deeply uncertain.
One was a Divine-Level expert who had crossed the threshold into the Grandmaster realm long ago, even tying with Huaxia's number one expert before a narrow defeat. The other was a young Grandmaster whose name had only just started to awe the Martial Arts World. Rationally, there was simply no comparison!
It was only Ye Jizu's unconditional trust in Qin Fan that kept him from losing his composure.
"I'm here, so don't worry," Qin Fan said arrogantly. "If Lan Xiaosheng wants revenge, he'll have to come for me first. He won't get the chance to come after you. I'll kill him!"
Even though he had never fought a Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm, Qin Fan wasn't about to panic over one. Since the Heavenly Dao had allowed him to be reborn, it was his destiny to look down upon this world. In Qin Fan's view, both Lan Xiaosheng and Hua Xiaotian were hurdles he would inevitably have to overcome. If anything, Lan Xiaosheng's return to Huaxia was unexpectedly late. After all, the two who died were his son-in-law and his own son.
"Mr. Qin, Lan Xiaosheng is not to be taken lightly! Twenty-five years ago, his Martial Arts Cultivation had already reached Great Success in Dark Energy. Back then, he and Hua Xiaotian were known throughout the Martial Arts World as the Twin Geniuses. Now that twenty-five years have passed, he must have already broken through the shackles of the Transformation Realm! You must be careful! As you said, if he seeks revenge, you'll be his first target. A small fry like me will be saved for later," Ye Jizu said worriedly, his gaze fixed on Qin Fan in the rearview mirror.
At this moment, he even felt he was going crazy. One was a prodigy who had dazzled the Martial Arts World over twenty years ago; the other was a young Grandmaster who had just burst onto the scene. They weren't on the same level at all. Yet, he still chose to believe in the latter—the young man to whom his fate was now completely bound. After so many years in the treacherous Martial World, he knew all too well that if Qin Fan fell, he would be next. But he no longer had a choice. Perhaps he hadn't had one since the day Zhan Long appeared.
"I said he won't get the chance to seek revenge on you," Qin Fan repeated in a low voice, his eyes meeting Ye Jizu's in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Qin!" Sensing the warning in Qin Fan's gaze, Ye Jizu quickly agreed, only then belatedly realizing his lapse in composure.
They drove the rest of the way in silence.
With a solemn expression, Ye Jizu sped the Bentley toward Bai Yun Airport.
「Half an hour later.」
Qin Fan and Ye Jizu boarded the flight to Chuanshu, one after the other, with their boarding passes in hand.
After they both switched their phones to airplane mode, shocking news erupted from the Southwest, like an atomic bomb dropped on the Martial Arts World, shaking its very foundations.
The Martial Arts Life and Death Order!
This was a list of tokens established for Martial Artists who harbored irreconcilable hatred for one another.
The words "Martial Arts Life and Death Order" had been absent from the Martial Arts World for five full years. In all that time, not a single Martial Artist had dared to issue one, because doing so meant a final conclusion of "you die, or I perish."
However, under the same martial arts sky, who would resort to this order, which could ignite a blood feud spanning generations, unless driven by the deepest hatred?
The reappearance of the Martial Arts Life and Death Order after a five-year hiatus was enough to leave the Martial Arts World speechless, but upon learning who had issued it, they felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Lan Xiaosheng!
Grandmaster Lan Xiaosheng, who had broken his pact and returned to Huaxia only yesterday, had issued a Martial Arts Life and Death Order the very next day?
Who was it aimed at?
Hua Xiaotian?
The same Hua Xiaotian who had expelled him from Huaxia twenty-five years ago under a thirty-year pact not to set foot in the country?
Was that really necessary?
But when the name on the back of the Martial Arts Life and Death Order became known, the Martial Arts World was once again rocked to its core.
Qin Fan?
The young Grandmaster, Qin Fan?
Lan Xiaosheng had issued a Martial Arts Life and Death Order against Qin Fan the moment he returned?
Qin Fan looked to be under twenty, while Lan Xiaosheng had been away from Huaxia for twenty-five years. How could there possibly be a connection between them?
This was insane! What the hell was going on?
But before anyone could make sense of it, Lan Xiaosheng, absent from Huaxia for twenty-five years, made a public declaration.
"In three days, on the seventh of July, at the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain, all grudges will be settled in one battle. Dare to refuse, and I will kill your entire family! Dare to flee, and I will execute your three closest kin and annihilate your nine clans!"
Refuse the challenge and have your family killed?
Flee the battle and have nine generations of your clan wiped out?
With a single Life and Death Order and a few words of declaration, Lan Xiaosheng—who had fled the Forbidden City in defeat twenty-five years ago—shook the entire Martial Arts World with this extreme display upon his return.
On one side stood an unfathomable, Divine-Level Grandmaster. On the other, a young Grandmaster who had just burst onto the scene.
Although Qin Fan had not yet responded, the challenge did nothing to quell the boiling unrest in the Martial Arts World.
The seventh of July, the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain—this date and location, which would witness a new epoch in the Martial Arts World, flooded the minds of countless Martial Artists. The challenge was so shocking that the Martial Arts World neglected to even speculate on the unspeakably deep grudge between the two parties.
「Guardian Institute of Huaxia.」
With his hands behind his back, Hua Xiaotian stood under a century-old pine tree, looking toward the Southwest on a map of Huaxia. His expression was heavy as he murmured to himself, "The seventh of July, the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain… Qin Fan, will you accept the challenge? Do you dare?"
However, while the Martial Arts World was in complete chaos, on a flight to Chuanshu, Qin Fan was wearing an eye mask and engaging in turtle breath meditation.
In a state of profound meditation, his breathing was long and slow, holding each breath for an extended period. He was utterly tranquil.
In contrast, Ye Jizu, sitting beside him, couldn't stop his brow from furrowing with worry. Fortunately, his phone was in airplane mode. Had he known about the thunderbolt Lan Xiaosheng had just dropped on the Martial Arts World, he wouldn't just have a furrowed brow—he would be sitting on pins and needles.
