The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 346 - 336: Amber!

"Trying to run?" Qin Fan sneered.

He immediately charged in the direction the Dead Man Gu was fleeing. Summoning the Hemp Vine Whip, he lashed it fiercely at the ground as he closed in!

CRACK!

With a shocking snap, the many-legged Dead Man Gu was blasted into the air.

Qin Fan whipped it again, and the entire Hemp Vine Whip coiled like a long snake, tightly ensnaring the Dead Man Gu.

"If it stays in your body, it will just keep growing. Can you imagine what that will look like in a few months?" Qin Fan said with a mocking laugh, holding the whip-bound Dead Man Gu up for the woman to see.

"Great. Now I have to add Miao Haohao to my enemies list!" the woman seethed through clenched teeth, her body trembling violently as she stared at the horrifying Dead Man Gu.

At this point, she completely believed everything Qin Fan had told her.

"You don't have to worry about Miao Haohao; I will kill him. Your duty is to protect someone for me! When you are strong enough to get revenge, I will allow you to go settle that score," Qin Fan declared.

With that, he forcefully slammed the contorted Dead Man Gu onto the ground. Driven by its survival instinct, the Gu tried to scurry away the moment it hit the dirt.

"You let it go?" the woman exclaimed.

Ignoring her, Qin Fan chuckled contemptuously and pulled out several True Fire Talismans, tossing them into the Dead Man Gu's path.

The next moment, as the limbs of the Dead Man Gu touched the talismans, an extraordinary phenomenon occurred. The True Fire Talismans burst into flame on their own, needing no ignition from Qin Fan.

Death Qi, Yin Qi, and baleful auras are often the greatest catalysts for igniting Talismanic Fire.

SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!

As the Talismanic Fire flared, a series of shrill, bloodcurdling squeals echoed throughout the bamboo forest.

Caught in the inferno, the Dead Man Gu was rendered completely immobile. It could only twitch helplessly as the True Fire Talismans, imbued with the Primordial Energy of a cultivator, incinerated its body bit by bit.

Ten seconds passed, then twenty. Time finally stopped at the twenty-three-second mark, when the squeals, which had been fading from strong to weak, finally vanished completely. As the squealing stopped, the Talismanic Fire died down, leaving not a single trace of ash on the ground—only tiny black specks resembling fine grains of sand.

The woman was stunned, flabbergasted, and utterly petrified.

The Gu from the Miao Territory were infamous in the Martial World for being tyrannical and indestructible. A Gu that couldn't even be harmed by a high-temperature flamethrower, and a Dead Man Gu at that—one that surpassed ordinary Gu by countless tiers—had just turned to dust? And what were those self-igniting talismans? Could this guy be one of those reclusive Heavenly Masters from the Martial World? But at his age, a Heavenly Master? That's absurd.

For a moment, the woman was frozen as if struck by lightning, her gaze fixed on the spot where the Dead Man Gu had been annihilated.

How could such a person exist in this world? These—these talismans are the Gu Clan's ultimate nemesis!

Meanwhile, as the Dead Man Gu turned to dust in the bamboo forest, the severed connection jolted Miao Haohao from his sleep in his campus dormitory. He shot upright in bed.

"Damn it! How could this be? No—this is impossible!" he cried out, his first words a panicked, incoherent shout.

The next second, he leaped out of bed and rushed into the living room without even putting on his clothes. He snatched the inconspicuous, slender bamboo flute from the table. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, his trembling hands gripping both ends of the flute as he began to play. His face, breaking out in a cold sweat, twitched nonstop, and his long, sword-like eyebrows knitted together in a tight knot of distress.

The flute played on, but there was no response from the Dead Man Gu that he had infused with his own Essence Blood.

One minute passed. Two minutes. Five.

After five minutes, Miao Haohao collapsed to the ground, the bamboo flute falling from his grasp. This Dead Man Gu wasn't just his lifeblood; it was the key to his ambition of becoming the next Clan Leader of the Gu Clan.

How is this possible? How could the Dead Man Gu die? No, this can't be real. It's an illusion. It must be an illusion! Covered in a panicked sweat, Miao Haohao crawled over and picked up the bamboo flute.

He started playing again, but the result was the same. There was still no sign of the Dead Man Gu's presence.

"First, the Essence Blood Gu vanished, and now the Dead Man Gu is gone! Damn it! DAMN IT! Who the hell is that bastard?! WHO IS HE?!" Miao Haohao roared in a low, terrified voice, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The next moment, a thought struck him. He scrambled to his feet and rushed back into the bedroom to throw on some clothes. With a look of utter panic, he flung open his door and fled.

He couldn't stay at Jinling University any longer! He didn't know if that woman would expose him, but if she did, what fate would await him? Even though he was hailed as a prodigy of the Gu Clan, he was still just starting out. He couldn't afford to take this risk! He had to return to the Miao Clan, report what happened, and get backup! He wouldn't dare stay at Jinling University for another day until Qin Fan was eliminated!

"What's your name?" Qin Fan asked, looking at the dazed woman in the bamboo forest.

Startled by his voice, the woman snapped back to her senses.

"Amber!" she replied subconsciously.

As she spoke, the layer of black paste on her face began to flake away. With a sound like cracking clay, it vanished completely within a few breaths.

Witnessing the transformation of Amber's face, even Qin Fan was momentarily taken aback.

Her features were this delicate?

As Qin Fan paused, Amber felt a sudden, refreshing coolness on her face and reached up to touch it.

The long scar is gone? My rough skin has become smooth? This—!

Feeling the texture under her fingertips, Amber's heart began to pound. The desire for beauty is universal, especially for a woman. While the Dead Man Gu was a major reason for her resentful and hostile aura, Amber's deep-seated insecurity about her appearance had also been a significant factor.

"Do you have a phone?" Qin Fan's voice cut through her racing thoughts, pulling her back to reality.

"Yes!" Amber said.

"Give it to me," Qin Fan said with a faint nod.

Amber, who had assumed he wanted her number, froze as she handed him her phone. A wave of anxiety and panic washed over her face.

A person who normally couldn't even bear to look in a mirror was now having her picture taken repeatedly, with the flash on, in the middle of the night?

"What are you doing?!" Amber reflexively covered her face and shouted.

"Take a look at yourself now," Qin Fan said impassively, tossing the phone back to her.

Take a look at myself now?

Hearing his seemingly casual words, Amber, still dazed and flustered, slowly squatted down and picked up the phone she had failed to catch. However, when she saw the photos, untouched by any beautifying filters, she felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

An incredulous elation surged from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.

Is this really me? Am I still the same person whose face could make children cry?

Ignoring Amber's reaction, Qin Fan turned and walked toward the edge of the bamboo forest, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Jiang Yino," he said coolly, his back still to her. "She's a freshman in Class 7, staying in Dormitory Block H, Room 306. How you choose to protect her is up to you."