The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 273 - 269: I’ll Go With You! (1)

"What's going on at Emei Mountain?"

"Are they chanting to guide Lan Xiaosheng's soul?"

"Aren't those monks supposed to be uninvolved with the secular world? Why are they chanting sutras at sunset?"

The chanting, growing ever more profound and frequent, instantaneously stunned all the martial artists! Even Hua Xiaotian couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Strange. Far too strange.

Amidst the martial artists' daze, by the time they regained their composure and looked around, Qin Fan's figure had already vanished.

"Master Hua, where did he go?" asked a middle-aged man behind Hua Xiaotian, utterly shocked.

"I don't know. Let's go," Hua Xiaotian said flatly, turning and beginning to walk away at a measured pace.

But his heart was in turmoil. To lose track of Qin Fan, even his aura, in just a momentary lapse of concentration… His figure and aura vanished in an instant. Could it be that Qin Fan was still holding back during that climactic battle? The thought itself is insane, even to me! To slay a master at the Great Success of the Transformation Realm and then depart so composedly that not even a trace of his figure or aura could be detected… what does that imply? Has Qin Fan broken through the Transformation Realm and entered Gang Jin? Madness! How could that be possible?! I, Hua Xiaotian, am hailed as the strongest man in Huaxia, yet I have been stuck at the threshold of the Great Success of the Transformation Realm for four years. I'm still unable to reach the peak of that realm, let alone the Gang Jin Realm beyond it. And Qin Fan, a mere youth not yet twenty, has stepped into Gang Jin? Absolutely impossible!

As these thoughts ran through his mind, his expression grew ever graver. His brows furrowed tighter than ever before, yet he remained oblivious to his own loss of composure.

Meanwhile, the chanting continued.

Having abruptly vanished from the crowd's sight, Qin Fan staggered and grabbed a bamboo stalk for support, a cold sweat breaking out on his face. Although the chanting was clearing his sea of consciousness, it couldn't change the weakness from his body being almost completely drained of True Yuan. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Thank goodness Lan Xiaosheng was only at the Great Success of the Transformation Realm. If he had been a single rank higher, the consequences would have been unimaginable! I thought that after breaking through to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, killing a Transformation Realm Grandmaster would be easy. Yet Lan Xiaosheng's successive Divine Skills nearly exhausted my True Yuan just to land the killing blow. If I hadn't just broken through to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, could I even have executed the seventh form of the Earth Evil? Without it, could the Heavenly Demon Saint Hand have suppressed Lan Xiaosheng's Inner Strength? And without suppressing his Inner Strength, could I have seized the initiative to kill him first?

Mulling over this chain of logic, Qin Fan exhaled a deep, turbid breath.

A single master at the Great Success of the Transformation Realm left me in such a sorry state. What about someone at the peak of the Transformation Realm, or in the realms beyond?

An inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly washed over him.

"Amitabha!"

Just as Qin Fan was using the resounding chants to recover his strength, a voice suddenly called out from a distance behind him.

SWISH!

Qin Fan instinctively turned his head. He saw an old monk with white eyebrows walking toward him, striking a wooden fish as he came. Following him were eight other monks with expressionless faces.

"I'm just borrowing this place to rest. I'll be leaving soon," Qin Fan said, weakly raising a hand in a simple Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha. Benefactor, I have come for you. The chanting is also for you," the white-eyebrowed monk said with a faint smile.

"What do you mean?" Qin Fan asked, his guard immediately rising.

"Benefactor, are you aware that in the entire history of the Golden Summit, there has never been a sunset Buddha Light?" the old monk said.

"Speak plainly!" Qin Fan commanded, his expression stern and his brows furrowed.

"You may leave us," the white-eyebrowed monk said with a profound smile, turning and waving his hand at the eight monks behind him.

"Yes, Master." The eight monks bowed respectfully and then swiftly departed from the quiet and elegant bamboo forest.

After the eight monks had vanished, the white-eyebrowed monk finally spoke again, his demeanor now incredibly solemn. Looking directly at Qin Fan, he said, "Seventy years ago, the Japanese invaded Huaxia. On the seventh day of the seventh month, their soldiers gathered here on Emei Mountain. As they began to ascend, intending to destroy the sacred Buddha on the Golden Summit, the statue burst forth with a boundless sunset Buddha Light. A phantom image of the Buddha ascended to the heavens, and an entire squad of Japanese soldiers died mysteriously within that light!

"That night, the Buddha Light appeared again. One hundred and ten monks, myself among them, knelt in pious gratitude, thanking the true Buddha for revealing himself and protecting us.

"Later, as I slept soundly at midnight, the true Buddha came to me in a dream. He foretold that the next time the sunset Buddha Light appeared, we were to burn incense and chant sutras. We were to guide one person to the Elephant Washing Pond to bathe for three days.

"Benefactor, the sunset Buddha Light has appeared again today, and you are the first person from the secular world I have encountered. I fear this is the inescapable destiny dictated by the Heavenly Dao. I wonder if you would be willing to accompany me to the Elephant Washing Pond and fulfill the prophecy from the true Buddha's dream?"

A dream from the true Buddha? A three-day bath in the Elephant Washing Pond?

Listening to these strange words, Qin Fan's eyelids twitched. He then asked, "What is the sutra you are all chanting?"

"The sutra has no name. The true Buddha commanded me to record it in my dream, to be chanted only on the day the sunset Buddha Light appears," the old monk replied, bowing slightly with one hand raised in a salute.

"Fine. I'll go with you," Qin Fan agreed after a moment's thought.

"Thank you, Benefactor!" the old monk replied, bowing once more. "Please follow me to the Elephant Washing Pond."

***

Lan Xiaosheng was dead.

He was slain by a single strike from a sword conjured from water atop the cloud-enveloped Golden Summit of Emei Mountain.

This news, originating from the Golden Summit, spread like a hurricane, sweeping through the entire Martial Arts World. Soon, it broke out of Huaxia, racing to every Chinese community across the globe. After all, Lan Xiaosheng, whose name had shaken the Huaxia Martial Arts World for over two decades, was no stranger to Chinese communities worldwide. In the twenty-five years since he had left Huaxia, he had left the mark of a Huaxia Grandmaster all over the world.

He had killed a Japanese Onmyoji, slashed a Siberian Werewolf, slaughtered a British vampire clan, and annihilated American Superpower Users. In those twenty-five years, Lan Xiaosheng's name was nothing short of legendary.

But now he had perished at the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain in Huaxia? A domineering Great Grandmaster, slain at the hands of a youth not yet twenty years old?

The world was astonished, shaken, and thrown into an uproar.

The name Qin Fan suddenly forced its way into the minds of countless people.

While the entire world was reeling in disbelief, unable to process the news...

「Jiangzhou, Huaxia.」

At the Ye Family mansion, Ye Congjun, Ye Jizu, Ma Yunbin, Lai Zhuge, and Ye Xuan were all gathered.

"Is there still no news?" Lai Zhuge asked Ye Jizu, pacing restlessly back and forth.

"None! The phone just says he's out of the service area," Ye Jizu replied, his brow tightly furrowed.

"Old Ye, what exactly happened back then? Say it again!" Ma Yunbin urged impatiently.

Ye Jizu, who had already recounted the events no less than eight times, simply ignored Ma Yunbin's question.

"Forget it. Let's not dwell on this," Ye Congjun said with conviction, standing up from his Taishi Chair. "Since our young friend Qin doesn't wish to be found, he must have his reasons. We simply need to wait for his return."

To suddenly disappear from the sight of countless martial artists and then remain completely silent for three full days—it was such a bizarre turn of events that even Ye Congjun couldn't make any sense of it.