The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

At the border between Jinling and Shanghai, the desolate and undeveloped Yandang Mountain served as the dividing line. For years, persistent rumors of ghosts had made it a place with scant human presence. Even reckless speedsters who cared little for their own lives considered Yandang Mountain off-limits.

Yet, within this forbidden area, a group of men and women with a death wish had gathered in recent days. To them, if they couldn’t have their revenge, then living was utterly meaningless. Fortunately, their desire for death led them to a benefactor. This woman, as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, had promised them that if they could endure, she would grant them power sufficient for revenge.

Because of her promise, they had followed her to Yandang Mountain without a second thought, a place famous throughout Huaxia for its hauntings. Over the past week, however, they had become more like the ghosts of legend themselves. The various howls and screams that escaped their lips were even more terrifying and bone-chilling than the wails of actual ghosts.

A week had passed, and of the initial group of more than sixty, only about fifty remained. During that time, they were given just enough sustenance to keep from starving or dying of thirst. Other than that, they were constantly dragged back and forth from the Ghost Gate. If not for the incredible resilience fueled by their burning desire for revenge, they would have died countless times over.

At this moment, inside a dark cave, fifty-two men and women huddled together. They were ragged, their clothes tattered, and a palpable aura of Death Qi emanated from them all. With lifeless eyes, they stared at Amber, the one who had summoned them.

"The demonic training is temporarily over. You can rest for a while. The Master is arriving soon," Amber announced, her face an indifferent, expressionless mask. As she looked at the fifty-two men and women before her, all reeking of Death Qi, a trace of empathy flickered deep in her eyes. In them, she saw a reflection of her former self.

"Yes, Lady Amber!" the fifty-two responded in unison, their hoarse voices emerging from nearly broken throats. ’Lady Amber’ was the title they had spontaneously given her. They also knew that behind her stood a Master—the one who, using Lady Amber as a mediator, would grant them the power to claim their revenge.

Hearing their unified, raspy response, Amber gave a slight nod. She then turned and walked briskly out of the cave to welcome her Master, Qin Fan.

She did not have to wait long. Moving with the speed of the Golden Core realm, Qin Fan soon appeared at the base of Yandang Mountain. Following the guidance of his Divine Sense, he rapidly found Amber’s location.

"Master!" Amber called out as soon as she saw Qin Fan in the distance. She hurried forward and bowed deeply in respect.

"Mm, let’s go," Qin Fan replied with a faint smile. He needed no guidance from Amber and strode directly into the cave.

Inside the dark cave, the fifty-two men and women who had been granted a brief rest did not relax or lie down. Instead, they stood silently, staring intently at the entrance.

When they saw a young, almost boyish figure walk in ahead of Lady Amber, all their eyes locked onto him. When a sliver of light from the entrance illuminated Qin Fan’s face, all fifty-two of them instantly froze with looks of utter astonishment.

They could understand Lady Amber being young. But her master... he’s just a kid who looks no older than twenty! Is this some kind of cruel, melodramatic joke at our expense?

Seeing the shock in their eyes, how could Qin Fan not guess their thoughts? But it’s understandable. Their reaction is only natural.

With a slight smile, Qin Fan spoke first. "This cave is too dark. Let’s make it brighter."

The fifty-two people furrowed their brows. Brighter? What does he mean? Is he going to start a fire or light some candles?

At their confusion, Qin Fan suddenly waved his hand!

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

With a single wave of his hand, the stones blocking the narrow entrance flew up and blasted outwards. Amidst the deafening booms, the constricted entrance instantly widened, flooding the entire cave with light.

This scene, this single move, this incredible and shocking Divine Skill plunged all fifty-two of them into a state of speechless, incredulous amazement.

"Master!"

Suddenly, before Qin Fan could speak again, a man in his thirties dropped to one knee. He gazed up at Qin Fan, his expression full of fervent reverence.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

Once the first man knelt, a second followed, and then the rest joined in unison. Any lingering doubt they held toward Qin Fan vanished in that instant. All of them dropped to their knees, pledging their loyalty with their cries.

"The fact that you are here, willing to kneel before me and call me ’Master,’ proves the depth of your obsession with revenge," Qin Fan said indifferently, looking down at the fifty-two people below. "Therefore, I won’t waste words. I have only one rule: those who oppose me shall perish. Can you accept that?"

"As long as I can have my revenge, I’ll pay any price! I’ll even drag my enemies down to hell with me!" a middle-aged man declared, his face contorted as he gritted his teeth.

"Yes!" The others roared in agreement, their single word conveying all their determination.

"Good. I am not forcing anyone. Since you have shown such resolve, I will accept it," Qin Fan said. "In my life, I despise betrayal above all else. I can grant you the power to look down upon this world. But if you dare to feign compliance while plotting behind my back, do not doubt my ability to make you suffer a fate worse than death. I can pull you from the sea of hatred and give you the chance to take revenge with your own hands. By that same token, I can also plunge you into an even more tragic abyss of despair. That said, I will give you one last chance to choose. Stay or leave. This is your final choice."

His cold voice, infused with True Qi, carried an undeniable authority. The sound resonated in the ears of the fifty-two people, striking at their very souls.

Ten seconds passed. No one moved. They remained kneeling, fists clasped.

Twenty seconds passed. Still, no one moved.

Qin Fan also remained silent, and time seemed to freeze.

This continued until a full thirty seconds had elapsed.

Only then did the corners of Qin Fan’s mouth lift into a soft smile. "Very good. Congratulations. From this moment on, you have earned the ultimate dignity: to seek vengeance and repay kindness as you see fit. Stand up."

"Yes, Master!" the fifty-two shouted hoarsely in unison.

One by one, they pushed themselves to their feet. Though their bodies were completely drained, they were supported by the sheer force of their will. Each of them stood tall, head held high, and stared at Qin Fan with fervent eyes.

"Amber!" Qin Fan called out, turning his head after casting a glance at the fifty-two people, their eyes filled with both emptiness and a burning frenzy for revenge.

"Master, Amber is here!"

"Arrange for vehicles at once. We depart for Chuanshu immediately," Qin Fan instructed.

"Master, if I may be so bold as to ask... why aren’t we taking a plane?" Amber asked, biting her lip with a hint of nervous trepidation.

A plane? Qin Fan thought, shaking his head with a faint, knowing smile.

"Using an airplane increases the chances of them being identified. What I need is a team of phantoms, a group that moves as if they never existed in this world. Go and make the arrangements. At this rate, we’ll reach Chuanshu late at night by car, which is perfect timing."

"Yes, Master! I will see to it immediately!" Amber declared. With that, she turned and darted swiftly out of the cave.