The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 58 - 57: Sending you a surprise!
A year ago, the deadly grounds of Jiangbei’s mass grave had claimed the lives of dozens of Feng Shui Masters, yet Lai Zhuge, without a second thought, charged into the malevolent site alone. Fear was a foreign concept to him, and he felt not even a hint of nervousness.
But now, atop Horse Hoof Ridge, a place devoid of any sinister or cold aura, he had lost his nerve. A final sliver of reason, deep in the recesses of his mind, warned him not to advance any further. This sixth sense, something he had almost never experienced, screamed at him relentlessly, draining him of all his courage.
He shook his head bitterly and, in the end, heeded the call of his intuition. He froze in place, taking not another step forward, yet his eyes remained fixed on the pitch-black darkness ahead.
Although Qin Fan was sitting cross-legged in the field of Gathering Spirit Grass, Lai Zhuge couldn’t perceive any sign of him in the dark night.
Down in the field of Gathering Spirit Grass, a smile touched Qin Fan’s lips. He had sensed Lai Zhuge’s presence the moment the man had stepped into the range of his Divine Sense. It was a good thing Lai Zhuge had stopped when he did. If he had continued forward and disturbed Qin Fan’s cultivation, the consequences would have been anyone’s guess.
Killed? That wasn’t impossible.
An hour passed, then two. Time flew by.
The once vibrant stalks of Gathering Spirit Grass began to droop, as if their very life essence was being continuously drained away.
Qin Fan had no intention of leaving any of them behind. The Gathering Spirit Grass, nurtured by the essence of heaven and earth, can’t be propagated. Why not seize this opportunity to absorb as much as I can? What would be the point in leaving them?
Four hours later.
SNAP.
SNAP.
Continuous snapping sounds echoed as all the Gathering Spirit Grass withered, slumping to the ground. Only after the entire field was completely desiccated did Qin Fan finally open his eyes.
His meridians were now considerably thicker than before, and his Dantian had expanded even further. Most importantly, the fledgling form of his Prison Suppressing Body had become more substantial.
Lifting his head to look at the brightening horizon, Qin Fan revealed a satisfied grin. This trip to Horse Hoof Ridge was a massive score!
"Master Lai, fallen asleep yet?" Qin Fan called out teasingly in Lai Zhuge’s direction as he stood up from the field, which was now completely drained of Spiritual Energy and life.
That single sound made Lai Zhuge jump, a shiver running down his spine.
Qin Fan... Qin Fan knows I’m here?
The voice struck an inexplicable fear into him. To avoid detection, he had deliberately sat within a thicket of bushes, and yet he was still discovered? But then he remembered Ye Jizong’s assessment of Qin Fan as a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, and understanding dawned on him. Still, despite this realization, his heart hammered in his chest. He had almost forgotten himself and made a fatal mistake!
Playing tricks in front of a Grandmaster? Even if he was a renowned Feng Shui authority of the south and the Honorary President of the Lingnan Fengshui Association, how was that any different from courting death?
Apprehensively, he stumbled out from the bushes. From twenty or thirty meters away, he rushed to explain in a panicked voice, "Mr. Qin, I was just curious! I wanted to come up and investigate what was happening!" He didn’t dare hide a thing, his trepidation clear in his voice.
"And? Why didn’t you investigate all the way?" Qin Fan asked, watching him with a smile, his hands in his pockets.
"My intuition told me that going any further would be dangerous! So, Mr. Qin, I got scared!" Lai Zhuge said, his lips trembling as he dragged his heavy feet, step by step, toward Qin Fan.
"You should be grateful for your intuition, heh," Qin Fan said with a reckless smile, shaking his head.
Gathering Spirit Grass was unlike other things. Once the Spirit Gathering Array was activated, the slightest interruption would cause all of its Spiritual Energy to evaporate and vanish from the world. If Lai Zhuge hadn’t listened to his gut and had instead interrupted Qin Fan, what would the consequence have been? Lai Zhuge’s value was nothing compared to the field of Gathering Spirit Grass; there was simply no contest. That was the answer.
"Seeing as you stood guard in the bushes all night, I’ll give you a surprise. Come on over," Qin Fan said with a meaningful smile, not waiting for a reply.
A surprise?
Lai Zhuge paused instinctively, a look of deep confusion in his eyes. However, faced with Qin Fan’s profound smile, he didn’t waste time speculating and quickly walked over.
"Mr. Qin, what surprise may I have the honor of receiving?" Despite being decades older than Qin Fan, Lai Zhuge was faced with an unfathomably mysterious young man, one confirmed by the Ye Family to be a Transformation Realm Grandmaster. Even with his own sterling reputation, he humbled himself completely, bowing slightly before he spoke.
"Weren’t you looking for the true nexus of the Foreign Ghost Bureau?" Qin Fan asked leisurely.
"Yes, Mr. Qin! It’s not just me. From the highest officials in the court to the common folk of the Martial World, including every Feng Shui Master in Huaxia, there isn’t a single person who doesn’t covet the true nexus of the Foreign Ghost Bureau!" After answering honestly, Lai Zhuge felt an inexplicable excitement begin to bubble up inside him, as if some strange premonition were kindling the feeling.
"If I pointed out the true nexus of the Foreign Ghost Bureau for you, would you consider that a surprise?" Qin Fan asked with a lighthearted smile.
What!
The true nexus of the Foreign Ghost Bureau? The very site said to bless a family with nine generations of kings and ten generations of prime ministers?
This—
Could it be that Qin Fan knows where this true nexus is? And he’s willing to just hand it over to me?
"M-Mr. Qin, you—you know where it is?" At that moment, even Lai Zhuge, a man who had seen and weathered countless storms, couldn’t maintain his composure. His hands shook, his voice trembled, and he stammered out the question, tongue-tied with excitement.
"I know," Qin Fan said with a mysterious smile.
"And you’re... you’re willing to just hand it over?" After receiving Qin Fan’s confirmation, Lai Zhuge’s eyes flew wide as saucers as he asked in disbelief.
"I’ve said it before, I don’t care about these things! I have no interest in them! What ’nine generations of kings and ten of prime ministers’? To me, it’s all meaningless," Qin Fan laughed with boundless arrogance.
Throughout all of Huaxia, he was likely the only one who could say such words and be so indifferent. Then again, it made sense. To the Shura Venerable, what meaning could titles like king or prime minister possibly hold? After being reborn with five hundred years of heavenly majesty, would he really scheme for power against mere mortals? What a joke.
Hearing Qin Fan’s words and recalling the arrogant nonsense he had spouted when they first met—followed by Ye Jizong’s later reveal of his heaven-defying Martial Arts Cultivation—Lai Zhuge understood completely.
A Transformation Realm Grandmaster, and a teenage one at that! How could he possibly be so shortsighted as to fixate on the schemes and power struggles of the court? How could his world ever be confined to the realm of kings and prime ministers?
Once his thoughts were clear, Lai Zhuge could no longer contain his wild joy. He swallowed hard, his composure completely gone, and asked, "M-Mr. Qin, the true nexus... where... where is it?"
