The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 624: Chapter 594: Li Tiandao! (2)

Jinling Grand Hotel.

Presidential Suite.

Qin Fan tiptoed as he pushed open the door, walked into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He gazed at the peacefully sleeping Jiang Yino, a tender smile on his face as he slowly placed a hand on her pretty, rosy cheek.

He didn’t say a word. His touch was incredibly gentle. As fragmented memories of his past life with Jiang Yino pieced themselves together in his mind, a warm, happy smile he couldn’t contain spread across his face.

Then, he began to whisper, "Yinuo, I’ve wronged you. You’ve endured so much that you never should have. But I had no choice. From the moment I was reborn, I knew that continuing our love from my past life would mean upending yours. But I couldn’t give you up. I just couldn’t! I know I’m selfish, so please forgive my selfishness. Did you know? For five hundred years on the Cangqiong Continent, I thought of you every single moment. I wished desperately for the day we could be reunited, hoped for a Reincarnation that would let us meet again. I never imagined my longing, my obsession, would become reality.

"Even though I fell during the final tribulation before becoming an Ascension Immortal, being able to return to my past life made it all worth it. It truly was. You say your heart is fragile, but so is mine. I could stand against the entire world, but you will always be my greatest weakness. You are my life! Yinuo, let me spend this lifetime, and all the lifetimes to come, repaying the debt I owe you from our past."

With that, Qin Fan slowly removed his hand from Jiang Yino’s face. He gently took her delicate hands, which rested peacefully as she slept, and held them tightly in his own.

He said no more, his devoted gaze fixed on her serene face.

「Middle East.」

A white-haired young man strolled leisurely down a street that had been reduced to rubble by the chaos of war. Behind him, a reverent youth followed closely.

"Tell me the news from home," the white-haired youth said with a sinister smile.

"Master, Chen Tiansheng is dead."

If Qin Fan had been there, he would have instantly recognized the young man speaking as the owner of the milk tea shop.

"Dead? So soon?" the white-haired youth asked, showing no surprise, as if listening to something trivial. "Tell me what happened. How did he die?"

"Master, he collaborated with Bao Qiudong of the Jinling Bo Family to kidnap Qin Fan’s girlfriend and Chang Yuanyi," the milk tea shop owner reported, his expression grave. "They planned to provoke Qin Fan by drugging the two, but they failed. Qin Fan arrived at the last moment. Not only did the plan fall apart, but Qin Fan killed Chen Tiansheng on the spot. Then, just a few hours ago, Qin Fan murdered the three members of the Bo Family. The entire elite circle of Jinling is in chaos now, but what’s intriguing is that the higher-ups seem to be turning a blind eye. So far, there has been no action or official statement."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired youth paused for a moment before shaking his head in mockery.

"I always thought Chen Tiansheng was a fool, but I never imagined he was this foolish. Using such a method to provoke Qin Fan... what’s the difference between that and suicide? A complete waste of the resources I invested in him all these years. Still, his death was somewhat useful. To think he dragged Bao Qiudong down with him and made Qin Fan publicly slaughter the Bo Family... Heh heh, now this is getting interesting." A sinister smile spread across Li Tiandao’s handsome face, a face that could put any pop idol to shame.

"Master, what do you mean?" the milk tea shop owner asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Just watch," Li Tiandao said. "After this move by Qin Fan, don’t be fooled by the current calm in Beijing. They definitely won’t tolerate it. They might hold off on any overt action for now, but they’ll surely be plotting behind the scenes. Just you wait. It won’t be long before those old fossils from the Guardian Institute show their faces. Xiao’er, believe me, the entire Martial Arts World of Huaxia will soon rise up against Qin Fan. I was planning to go back and meet him myself, but now there’s no hurry. Let’s see what kind of a war they can stir up. Then I’ll return, clean up everything in one fell swoop, and take control of the entire Martial Arts World.

"The era of Li Tiandao has always been waiting for me; it’s simply a question of whether I want to claim it. The stage isn’t quite set yet. I want them all to worship me as their Savior, and Qin Fan... he will be my stepping stone. Xiao’er, arrange for a group from the Heavenly Dao Institute to return to Huaxia. Have them fan the flames and speed up the process of turning those pieces of trash from the Martial Arts World against Qin Fan."

Li Tiandao gave his orders with a playful laugh. His expression was that of a master strategist, full of the wild arrogance of one who could toy with the world’s powers at will.

"Yes, Master!" Xiao’er said eagerly, his previous gravity gone. "What level of Cultivation should I send back?"

"Transformation Realm," Li Tiandao declared. "Only those at the Transformation Realm have any say in the Huaxia Martial Arts World today. Without enough strength and prestige, they won’t be able to incite those idiots."

"Understood, Master. I’ll make the arrangements now," Xiao’er responded quickly.

"No rush. Walk with me a while longer. It’s been too long since I’ve killed anyone. Let’s find a war zone and give their government troops a hand."

Speaking of murder as casually as one would speak of a meal, Li Tiandao licked his lips. He clasped his hands behind his back and began to strut away.

「Jinling.」

The snow that had fallen all night showed no signs of stopping.

While the storm in the great family compounds of the city grew ever more turbulent, no one could have imagined that the man responsible for the earth-shattering chaos had spent the entire night motionless, watching over a woman.

By eight o’clock in the morning, Jiang Yino, who had been asleep on a luxurious mattress, slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Qin Fan, and her eyes shot wide in surprise. "Qin Fan, what—how are you here?"

"You’re awake. Did you sleep well?" Qin Fan asked with a tender smile, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek.

"You were up all night?" Jiang Yino asked in astonishment.

"I’m not tired," Qin Fan replied. "I was afraid you might have a nightmare, so I decided to watch over you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yino’s eyes began to mist over.

She sniffled, looking at his refined face, so full of deep affection. "You fool," she said, moved beyond words.

"I’m not a fool," Qin Fan grinned sheepishly.

"If I say you’re a fool, you’re a fool. Now, pick me up," Jiang Yino said with a cute pout, fighting back the urge to cry as she was enveloped by happiness and warmth.

No matter how mature her mindset, she was, after all, still a young woman not yet twenty years old. Against the smooth moves of an old hand like Qin Fan, her immunity was simply nonexistent.