The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 690: Chapter 648: The Higher-ups Know He’s Here to Deal with Me! (2)

There are only those who bow to me, Qin Fan!

There is nothing to which I, Qin Fan, will bow!

Such was the aura of a Heavenly Venerate. It was also an arrogance that ran bone-deep.

Back on the Cangqiong Continent, such arrogance had defined his actions for centuries. Why, then, should he bow in this mortal world, which was filled with nothing but insignificant ants in his eyes?

War or peace, it mattered little. The only prerequisite was that no one cross his bottom line. Otherwise, he wouldn’t mind unleashing a storm of blood.

Therefore, Qin Fan’s attitude was perfectly clear, regardless of what Beijing was thinking. As long as they left him alone, they could do as they pleased. But the moment they crossed the line... if you are merciless, then do not blame me for being unjust!

As a being whose sights were set on achieving Ascension and becoming an Immortal, all the lives in this world were disposable. At worst, he could just wipe them all out. What was the big deal?

Hearing Qin Fan’s words, so arrogant they left everyone speechless, the entire table held its breath. The atmosphere grew tense, their solemn expressions making it seem as if swords were about to be drawn. Although they were in the same camp as Qin Fan and knew his words weren’t directed at them, a chilling feeling still crept up from the depths of their hearts.

This was especially true for Ye Jizong, the second son of the Ye Family and a provincial Governor. Amid the solemn atmosphere, his expression became incredibly grim. Yet, no matter how grim he looked, he knew that his words carried no weight here.

After he had spoken, in a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop, Qin Fan calmly smiled, picked up the wine jar, and began to pour and drink the fragrant Daughter’s Red.

After three small cups, Ye Congjun shook his head with a helpless, bitter smile.

"Although I’m not surprised by this answer, I still feel completely powerless," Ye Congjun sighed, watching Qin Fan savoring his wine.

"No, Elder Ye," Qin Fan began. "You, and everyone else here, have not yet reached the point of helplessness. You have a choice. You can choose to withdraw and get to safety. I’ve said it before, I don’t force anyone. You are free to make the choice you feel is safest. Moreover, I won’t hold a grudge or any animosity toward any of you. After all, withdrawing to safety is the most seemingly rational choice. It’s only human nature. It’s not betrayal, nor is it selling out. I would never hold it against you."

He had always been alone. Now that he had the chance to be reborn into his past life—to once again enjoy the warmth and love of a family, to live happily with Yinuo, and to protect the young lady from harm—this was already enough for Qin Fan. As for other people or matters, he had learned to look past them from the moment he returned.

His thinking was now incredibly direct: if you dare to bet on me, I will reward you with a pleasant surprise. If you hold back and choose to play it safe, that’s fine too. I don’t care either way.

"Young friend Qin, your words fill me with shame! If we were to do that, how would we be any different from opportunistic fence-sitters?" Ye Congjun said, shaking his head.

Setting down his wine cup, Qin Fan spoke with earnest gravity, "No, this has nothing to do with being a turncoat. It is human nature when faced with matters of great importance! The reason I agreed with Elder Ye to come today was to make this clear. No one can predict the future. In the eyes of many, I am courting death, ignorant and fearless, with only sanction and destruction awaiting me. So, think carefully!

"Although your standing with me won’t provide me with any substantial help, I still need you to take a firm stance. Will you advance and bet on me, Qin Fan, for an eternal legacy? Or will you retreat and bet on my early demise? Our few months together have been precious. Think it over. There’s no pressure."

However, the moment he finished, Ma Yunbin replied without a moment’s hesitation, "Sir Qin, a man only gets a few chances in life to risk it all. I, Ma Yunbin, will take this bet! I dream of returning to the Four-nine City as its supreme ruler!"

"Master Qin, an old loner like myself has nothing to consider. Our friendship across generations is a rare thing. I will not become a turncoat who goes where the wind blows, nor will I simply stand by and watch!" Lai Zhuge added with a knowing, aged chuckle.

"Since you refuse to bow, Young friend Qin, then my Ye Family will stand tall with you! We’ll take this gamble, be it fortune or disaster. I don’t dream of the Ye Family reaching the pinnacle of power, but I have longed for decades to establish ourselves in the Four-nine City, and never had the chance. Today, I’m betting on it! To aspire to a glorious peak, one must be prepared to be shattered to pieces! I am well aware of that!" Ye Congjun declared, taking a deep breath.

At his words, Ye Jizu clenched his fists, his tense face flashing with excitement.

As for Ye Jizong, his brows were knitted with worry. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t summon the courage to speak. In the Ye Family, the old patriarch’s word was final. Even if he was about to wager the entire family, there was no way for him to mount any meaningful interference.

"Good. Since you have all thought it through, I will not waste any more words. If things truly come to that, you need only to watch over Jiangzhou and look after everyone at the No. 1 Group. That will be enough. Do not worry about anything else. If there is a mountain of swords, I will flatten it. If there is a sea of flames, I will extinguish it! As long as I stand, I promise glory to your family names!"

Hearing their decisions, Qin Fan gave a solemn nod. The dashing, supreme aura of a peak sovereign from his long reign on the Cangqiong Continent naturally emanated from him as he gave his resonant promise.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

Suddenly, just as Qin Fan finished speaking, a buzzing sound erupted from Ye Jizu’s pocket, shattering the abrupt silence.

"Sorry, let me take this call."