The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 254 - 250: I Want to See Him! (2)

"Good, effective today! Ye Jizu shall be revered in the Southern Underworld," Qin Fan announced as he looked toward the six masters.

"No, no objections! The secondary purpose of the Martial Arts Conference is to reshuffle the territories of the Underworld! Grandmaster Qin, your support for Mr. Ye makes this declaration entirely proper!" Liu Chengguang, ranked third on the Heavenly List, said hurriedly.

"And you?" With a slight smile, Qin Fan looked at the many bosses on the red carpet.

Any objections?

Faced with a young Grandmaster, even these highly respected and proud practitioners of Dark Energy at the Great Success level were cowering. What objections could they dare to have?

Initially, Qin Fan was a huge boon; all the bosses had been vying to take over the Lingnan territories from Ye Jizu. Now, however, they saw that their fall had been utterly tragic!

"No objections! Effective today, we shall all revere Grandfather Ye and Grandmaster Qin!"

Hearing Qin Fan's proclamation, none of the assembled underground lords dared to resist, and they all voiced their submission. But everyone knew this so-called submission was only due to their fear of Qin Fan. Should anything happen to him, their backlash would be merciless. This fact was clear to everyone, including Ye Jizu.

"Very well! Lai Shenxiang, Old Ye, let's go!" Qin Fan said with a faint, reckless smile. With his hands behind his back, he strode away from the pile of ruined arenas, walking with bold, imposing strides and his head held high.

On the red carpet, the multitude of bosses subconsciously stood up, their somber expressions tinged with awe. This was their first time witnessing the presence of a Grandmaster, and they had never imagined it would be a young man!

Behind them, the gazes of dozens of masters from the Heavenly List followed closely, their eyes filled with shock.

On the outskirts, the onlooking lords from various forces and numerous practitioners of Dark Energy in the early and middle stages reflexively moved aside, clearing a path. The might of a Grandmaster was not just about extraordinary power; it was an intimidating force that struck at the very hearts of men. In that moment, this might was on full display for all to see.

With that, the Martial Arts Conference came to a close. No one bothered to pursue rankings on the Heavenly List anymore. As long as Qin Fan didn't contend for the Supreme List, he would forever remain number one on the Heavenly List—the sole standout of this tournament's Heavenly List.

With the conclusion of the Martial Arts Conference, the name Qin Fan echoed throughout the Martial Arts World.

「A few days later.」

Whether they had participated in the Martial Arts Conference or cared nothing for empty titles, the name of the young Grandmaster, Qin Fan, was now known to all.

「Mount Taihang.」

A mountain range in southern Huaxia, filled with a mythical aura. Amid layers of misty clouds, the first light of dawn cast a sacred glow upon the peaks.

RUSTLE, RUSTLE, RUSTLE...

In the ethereal light, a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit walked alone up the mountain, stepping on dry branches as he made his way toward the summit. Upon reaching the top and seeing wisps of cooking smoke rising from a thatched hut, a heartfelt, knowing smile appeared on his face.

Looking toward the edge of a nearby cliff, he saw an old man with white hair but a youthful face meditating with his eyes closed. Less than ten centimeters in front of him was a deep abyss, yet his face, as if he had seen through all the vicissitudes of life, was a mask of serene tranquility.

The middle-aged man walked quickly toward the old man. When he was three meters away, he halted abruptly. Facing the old man's back, he bowed respectfully and called out, "Master!"

"Mm. Ever since you entered the Transformation Realm, I have told you that you may only seek me out once a year. In the past, you always came on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is still far too early for that, is it not? Tell me, why have you come?" the old man uttered indifferently, not moving a muscle.

The eyes that opened contained no impurities, but for all their crystalline clarity, they held no life.

He was blind.

"Master! In your estimation, could a young Grandmaster truly exist in this world?" the middle-aged man asked, bypassing any pleasantries.

"A young Grandmaster?" The old man's normally serene expression tightened slightly.

"Yes. A few days ago at the Martial Arts Conference, a young man appeared out of nowhere. He defeated multiple martial artists at the Great Success level of Dark Energy, each with a single move. He even used True Martial Divine Ability and Qi Force!" the middle-aged man stated.

"It seems the legend is true," the old man said after a moment of silence.

His words sent a jolt through the middle-aged man.

A legend? For my master to speak of a 'legend,' what could it possibly be?

Profoundly shocked, he asked, "Master, what legend?"

"You are not yet ready to know," the old man said, his tone as light as ever. "Find an opportunity. See if you can persuade that young Grandmaster to come to Mount Taihang. If possible, I would like to meet him."

"What!" the middle-aged man exclaimed instinctively.

He had been adopted by the old man at the age of nine. In all the decades since, he could not recall his master ever meeting another soul. He even remembered asking as a child why his master didn't want to meet people, to which the old man had simply replied that there was nothing worthwhile in seeing common folk. From that day on, he never brought up the subject again, and his master never interacted with anyone but him.

Yet now, he wants to meet this young Grandmaster?

He was utterly shocked.

"Master, you said you want to meet him?" the middle-aged man asked again, his voice filled with incredulity.

"Xiaotian, do you know what lies at the end of the path of cultivation?" the old man replied with a question.

The middle-aged man's expression changed. He knew his master would not ask such a question without a reason, so he furrowed his brow and asked, "Master, what do you mean?"

"The vast majority of people believe that becoming a Transformation Realm Grandmaster is the pinnacle of Martial Arts. A small minority know that beyond the Transformation Realm lies Gang Jin. An even smaller fraction of that minority know that beyond Gang Jin is Divine Power. You are among those who know of Divine Power, but you do not know what lies beyond it: a Vast World—a world that is boundless, limitless, and infinite!

"A martial artist is already blessed with great fortune and opportunity just to reach the Transformation Realm in their lifetime. Those who achieve Gang Jin are as rare as a phoenix feather, and those who reach Divine Power are as scarce as the morning stars. As for entering the Vast World... I, your master, have spent my entire life trying. I even blinded myself in my attempt to glimpse the Heavenly Dao, yet I have never seen the birth of the Child of Destiny. Since a young Grandmaster has appeared after I went blind, I wonder if the wheel of the Heavenly Dao has turned. I can no longer glimpse the Heavenly Dao, but I can still perceive a person with my heart. Try to find a chance to bring that young Grandmaster to me. This is your master's request to you!"

"Master, is the legend you mentioned this Vast World? And you think this young man is the Child of Destiny?" the middle-aged man stared wide-eyed and blurted out.

"As I said, you are not yet ready to know! As for whether that young man is the Child of Destiny, I do not know. Perhaps he is, perhaps not. The reason my eyes are blind is that my fate prevents me from perceiving the Child of Destiny, even if he were to stand right before me. It is preordained!" the old man declared.

"Master, then—!"

Before the middle-aged man could finish, the old man raised a hand to stop him.

"Enough. Go back," he interrupted. "Remember, if the time and conditions are right, invite him to Mount Taihang. This is your master's wish. I trust you will keep it in your heart."

"Yes, Master! Xiaotian will fulfill your wish!"

With that, the middle-aged man turned and walked back the way he had come.

From start to finish, his stay at the peak of Mount Taihang lasted no more than five minutes.

No one could have imagined that Huaxia's number one martial artist, the ever-decisive and resolute Hua Xiaotian, could have such an obedient side. Still less could anyone have guessed that he himself had a master.