The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 322 - 315: Tell Me, Who Is It! (1)

In a secluded part of the hills behind Jinling University, a middle-aged man's expression grew extremely grave under the dim night sky.

As a member of the Gu Clan, he could always sense the strength of the Qi Mechanism of any Gu he trained. But now, he felt that the Gu, which took the form of long worms, were in an extremely feeble state. Worse, their weak Qi Mechanism was not just failing—it was teetering on the brink of complete collapse.

Damn it, how can this be? What in the world happened?

He furrowed his brows tightly. He quickly pulled a thin flute, less than twenty centimeters long, from his robes and began to play a haunting tune in the secluded darkness.

「One hundred meters away.」

Listening to the flute through his connection to the creatures, Qin Fan walked leisurely, looking down at the long worms in his palm. Under the faint, distant melody, the worms began to struggle even more frantically.

"Looks like your master has sensed something is wrong with you," he scoffed.

Having locked onto the man's location, Qin Fan lost all interest in toying with the Gu worms. He took out a True Fire Talisman, wrapped the creatures tightly inside it, and flicked his wrist, tossing the talisman into the air.

"True Fire, arise!"

As the words fell, his Eyes of Golden Flame opened, his gaze locking onto the True Fire Talisman.

WHOOSH!

The falling True Fire Talisman paused abruptly, hovering in mid-air. A moment later, it ignited out of thin air. Amidst the golden flames, piercing squeals erupted from within.

In less than three breaths, both the talisman and the worms had turned to a wisp of dust, vanishing completely.

At that very moment, deep in the bamboo forest, the flute music stopped cold. A cold, terrified sweat beaded on the middle-aged man's forehead.

The Gu worms' Qi Mechanism… it's gone? Gone! Not a single trace left! Were they completely annihilated? No, how is that possible? Using the Gu Clan's own creatures against a mere freshman at a university… how could it possibly fail?

As the man reeled in incredulous panic, a rustling sound echoed through the bamboo.

RUSTLE!

The middle-aged man's body shuddered involuntarily.

Who would be out here? Could it be the one who destroyed my Gu?

At that thought, his immediate reflex was to turn and flee.

"Don't try to escape. If you do, you'll die faster and more miserably. I guarantee it."

Before he could bolt, a clear, mocking voice arose, carrying distinctly to his ears.

"Who's there?" His feet froze in place. The middle-aged man called out in a low, panicked voice.

"The person you came to kill," a cold, detached voice replied.

Beneath the night sky, Qin Fan's face slowly came into the man's view.

"It's you!" the latter exclaimed in disbelief.

How could it be a freshman? Even his Young Master, the prodigy of the Gu Clan, couldn't have annihilated my Gu so cleanly. This is just a freshman… how is this possible?!

The man refused to believe it, but the reality was undeniable.

"You know me?" Qin Fan asked. Before the man could answer, he continued, "Ah, but I am your target, so of course you do. Tsk, tsk. Using Gu worms against a university freshman… Sir, can you tell me who sent you?"

Gu worms?

Hearing Qin Fan mention them so casually, the middle-aged man felt as if he'd been plunged into an icy abyss.

He could identify them as Gu worms, and he destroyed them without a trace. Just what kind of person did the Young Master send me to kill? This is insane!

Regardless of the boy's background, the middle-aged man felt a lethal, dangerous aura bearing down on him.

"Who are you? How did you know about the Gu worms?" the man shouted, his voice trembling with an uncontrollable panic that rose from deep within him.

"I'm the person you came to kill, and soon, I'll be the person who kills you. Tell me who sent you. If you talk, I'll make it quick. You should also be grateful that you only targeted me and didn't involve any other innocent people. For that, I'll let you live a few more minutes. Heh," Qin Fan said coldly, shaking his head at the man's terrified expression.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man, his back soaked in a cold sweat, hesitated no longer.

Fight someone who can annihilate Gu worms without a trace? Absolutely not!

With that realization, he chose the best of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: retreat.

"Heh. Think you can run?" Qin Fan snorted with disdain the moment the man tried to bolt.

In the next instant, Qin Fan moved like a shooting star, instantly flashing in front of the middle-aged man to block his path. Without another word, he reached with his left hand to grab the top of the man's head.

"Tell me who sent you!" the cold words spilled from Qin Fan's mouth once more.

"Go!"

An expert's capability is clear from their first move. Although the middle-aged man was not a Martial Artist, he knew he couldn't escape his fate today. Fleeing from Qin Fan would be more difficult than ascending to the heavens.

With a sharp bellow, sinister red threads appeared on his skin. Underneath, various spots on his body began to throb and tremble. Less than three seconds later, over a dozen small, unidentifiable creatures burst from his flesh. Without needing a command, they swarmed straight for Qin Fan.

"Nourishing these things with your own Essence Blood and Life Source... It seems your backer is quite someone," Qin Fan snorted contemptuously.

Facing the swarm of charging Gu Bodies, he didn't let his guard down. The instant they were upon him, his Prison Suppressing Body erupted with power.

The moment the Gu Bodies made contact, they emitted sharp, shrill squeals, like moths drawn to a flame. As the Gu Bodies were severely wounded, the middle-aged man simultaneously coughed up several mouthfuls of his own Essence Blood. These Gu were tied to his very Life Source. While their destruction wasn't enough to kill him outright, it brought him perilously close to death. From the shared, devastating blow, his face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Are you out of tricks now? Tell me. Otherwise, I have ten thousand ways to make you suffer until you confess!" Qin Fan's chilling voice rang out.

With his strength at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, Qin Fan didn't dare get overconfident and use his Divine Sense to forcibly probe the memories of a man who nourished Life Gu through such nefarious methods. That moment of caution, however, cost him the initiative.

Facing Qin Fan's chilling tone, the middle-aged man, his mouth full of blood, responded weakly, "I'm sorry... I can't tell you. It's all fate. I can't escape death anyway. To die by your hand… is a kind of release."

As his weak words faded, the middle-aged man mustered his final ounce of strength. He swiftly raised a hand and slapped it hard against his own chest, letting out a sharp grunt.

CRACK!

RIP!

Following the slap and grunt, two faint sounds echoed from within his body. Beneath his clothes, a web of crisscrossing blood-red lines spread across his chest like a spider's web.