The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 83 - 82: Magical Talisman Water!
More than ten minutes later, the pig-like squeals had finally fallen silent.
Tossing aside the blood-soaked belt, Ma Yunbin endured the pain and put his clothes back on. Gazing at the twitching members of the honey trap crew on the floor, he couldn’t help but let out a cold smirk.
"You should be thankful this isn’t Beijing or Jiangzhou," he said. "Otherwise, this would only be the beginning of your nightmare, not the end!"
The men, twitching and nearly foaming at the mouth, didn’t respond. Their bodies, covered in bloody welts, subconsciously curled into fetal positions. Forget beginnings or endings of nightmares. This beating alone was enough to become a psychological trauma that would haunt them for the rest of their lives!
With a final snort, Ma Yunbin paid the trash no further attention and turned to leave.
Just then, Qin Fan, having finished his shower, walked in. Seeing the four men who had been whipped into a bloody mess, he was slightly taken aback. "Young Master Ma, was all this really necessary?"
"Boss Qin, you—you don’t understand! These scumbags were going to pour saltwater on me! They set me up with a honey trap, then whipped me with a belt! I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life! They should thank their lucky stars I didn’t just slaughter them!" In front of Qin Fan, Ma Yunbin dared not reveal his savage, cold demeanor, but his voice was thick with resentment.
"Is it worth getting so worked up over ants like these? Either kill them or let them go," Qin Fan said, shaking his head faintly. "So, are we still going out? If not, I’m going to bed."
"We’re going! Of course we’re going! It’s just... Boss Qin, these wounds sting with every move. What am I going to do?" As the movement pulled at his cuts, Ma Yunbin couldn’t help but hiss and suck in a sharp breath of air. As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked one of the men beside him again.
A low whimper, like that of a dying dog, escaped from the curled, twitching man.
Qin Fan gave a slight smile. He took out a Talisman he had prepared earlier and handed it to Ma Yunbin. "Burn this and drink the ashes with water."
"Burn a Talisman and drink it with water? Boss Qin, you... what is this?" Ma Yunbin was stunned. What’s the difference between this and some shaman’s trick? Can this possibly work?
"Do you want it or not?" Qin Fan asked, offering no explanation.
Faced with Qin Fan’s attitude, Ma Yunbin felt a flash of panic and hurriedly accepted the incredibly ordinary-looking Talisman. After a moment’s hesitation, he didn’t dare overthink it. He quickly found a glass, lit the Talisman in front of Qin Fan, and dropped it into the cup. Once it had turned to ash, he steeled himself and poured in some water.
The moment the water touched the ashes, however, something bizarre occurred. The paper ash in the cup completely vanished! The water didn’t turn cloudy at all; in fact, it seemed to grow even clearer!
"This... this is...!" Ma Yunbin cried out, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Drink it," Qin Fan said with a smile.
"Right, right, right!" Witnessing this miracle, Ma Yunbin didn’t hesitate. He tipped his head back and downed the entire glass of clear water.
Hmm?
The instant he drank the water, Ma Yunbin felt a jolt, as if he’d been struck by lightning. He froze on the spot.
An itch. That was the only sensation he felt. It was as if thousands of ants were crawling over and nibbling at the whip marks on his body. But before he could cry out in alarm, the unbearably intense itching vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. In its place came a cooling sensation—a refreshing chill that spread through his entire body, so pleasant it was almost euphoric. The earlier pain was gone, as if it had never been there.
Subconsciously, Ma Yunbin lifted his shirt. Right before his eyes, the skin tissue of his wounds was repairing itself at a visible rate! In less than a minute, the horrifying bloody welts had faded into faint, painless red marks.
The pain was completely gone!
"Don’t ask any questions! If you’re okay, let’s go," Qin Fan said, cutting him off just as he was about to speak. With that, he turned and walked out.
Staring at his departing figure, Ma Yunbin was completely dumbfounded. A simple Yellow Talisman could have such an effect? Who on earth was Qin Fan? Behind that mysterious facade, what other kinds of Divine Skills did he possess? A little over two hours ago, he’d slain a dragon single-handedly! Now, this miraculous Talisman Water! This completely overturned my understanding of the world and of science!
But he had no time to dwell on it. Seeing Qin Fan leave the room, he shook his head to clear it and hurried to follow.
At the entrance of the WYN Hotel, though it was two in the morning, the small town of Shuidong still pulsed with the hazy, intoxicating aura of a city that never sleeps.
Ma Yunbin deftly pulled the Ferrari out, and the two sped off toward a local high-end nightclub.
"Boss Qin, what would you like to drink?" Ma Yunbin asked respectfully as he walked straight into the club, its air throbbing with the DJ’s heavy beats, and led the way to a sofa booth.
"Anything is fine." Gazing down at the chaotic scene of dancing bodies below and listening to the electronic music pounding in his ears, Qin Fan’s expression remained perfectly calm.
"Alright, I’ll take the liberty then, ha!" Ma Yunbin laughed, standing up to give instructions to a nearby waiter.
A short while later, several bottles of expensive red wine were brought to their table. After the waiter skillfully poured, Ma Yunbin raised a glass and offered it to Qin Fan with a fawning smile. "Boss Qin, please!"
Taking the glass, Qin Fan—who had never been one for wine tasting—drained it in a single gulp. He then chuckled lightly and asked, "Young Master Ma, do you think that business with the honey trap is really over?"
"Boss Qin, what do you mean?" The wine glass paused just before it reached Ma Yunbin’s lips. He stared blankly for a moment, then asked, "Are you saying there’s someone else behind those scumbags?"
"Perhaps. We’ll see. In any case, it looks like there’s still a good show in store for us tonight," Qin Fan replied with a faint, carefree smile.
Although Ma Yunbin didn’t know how Qin Fan was so sure, he knew a man like him wouldn’t just be making baseless claims. He snorted, "They say the people in the western regions are famously fierce, but that’s only because they haven’t met the right person! If they really push me, I’ll pull them out, root and branch! The whole lot of them!"
"Oh? Planning on playing the part of the ’mighty dragon crossing the river’ now?" Qin Fan casually poured himself another glass of red wine, downed it, and asked teasingly.
"No, no, no! If you hadn’t been there, Boss Qin, I’d be the one with salt rubbed in my wounds right now! If anyone’s the mighty dragon here, it certainly isn’t me!" Ma Yunbin said with a fawning, sycophantic grin.
"Alright, that’s enough brown-nosing," Qin Fan said, shaking his head with an aloof smile. "I didn’t agree to sit with you to listen to your flattery, even if what you’re saying is the truth."
Though no one in the world dislikes hearing fawning compliments, Qin Fan had heard enough to last a lifetime during his five hundred years on the Cangqiong Continent. He’d grown tired of it, to the point of being numb and even slightly annoyed.
"Yes, yes, you’re right, Boss Qin," Ma Yunbin said, rubbing his head in slight embarrassment. At the same time, a sense of elation began to swell within him. Does this mean... Boss Qin has truly accepted me? The thought sent a jolt of inexplicable excitement through him.
"Boss Qin, want to head down and find some fun?" he asked. "To be honest, there’s no greater thrill in life than the chase. Look down there—amidst all those dolled-up, scantily-clad women, using nothing but your own charm to sweet-talk them... no money, no status... that kind of success is uniquely satisfying!"
"If you want to go, then go. Don’t mind me," Qin Fan said with a smile, shaking his head.
"Alright, then wait for me for a bit, Boss Qin!" Ma Yunbin said without pretense. The last few hours had taught him that putting on an act in front of Qin Fan was a bad idea, so he simply followed his own inclinations.
With a light laugh and a nod from Qin Fan, Ma Yunbin left the booth.
Qin Fan leaned back against the sofa, crossing his legs. He held a glass of red wine and closed his eyes, his mind perfectly tranquil amidst the thundering beat of the DJ.
Suddenly, a coquettish laugh, mixed with the pulsing music, sounded near his ear. "Hey, little brother, care to buy your big sister a drink?"
A woman in a stylish outfit and high heels, her pretty face flushed from drinking, came up the steps to Qin Fan’s booth.
