The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Hundreds of people. Regardless of gender, regardless of position—anyone within the tourist area of Mount Fuji was doomed. Not a single one would survive!

Blood dyed the cherry blossoms red. Blood illuminated the night.

The choking, pungent stench of blood seemed to transform the surrounding miles into a vast slaughterhouse.

Wherever Hua Xiaotian went, no one was spared. Within the range of his senses, nothing survived.

The insects chirped.

The birds cried out.

The cherry blossoms wept.

No one could have expected it, not even Qin Fan. Hua Xiaotian, spurred to the brink of insanity by the after-effects of the slaughter, had painted a scene where no man or beast was left alive.

A few minutes later, the song came to an end.

Hua Xiaotian, his body completely unstained by blood, returned to the car. Seeing Qin Fan still comfortably listening to music in the back seat, he reported, "Master Qin, it’s done!"

"Feel better?" Qin Fan turned, his eyes meeting Hua Xiaotian’s.

"It was cathartic, but it seems I still can’t let it all out! Master Qin, what’s wrong with me?" Hua Xiaotian asked.

"That just means you haven’t killed enough," Qin Fan chuckled. With that, he kicked the car door.

BANG!

The door flew off its hinges as Qin Fan stepped out of the vehicle.

He tossed the phone—still connected to the car’s Bluetooth and playing music—back into Hua Xiaotian’s hands. "The trash has been taken out. Now, it’s time for the main event of this final battle!"

As he spoke, Qin Fan sniffed the air and murmured with a smile, "I seem to scent something of high quality. Orochi, could that be you?"

"Master Qin, Orochi? Has it appeared?"

Hearing the name "Orochi" immediately snapped Hua Xiaotian’s nerves to attention. The lingering bloodlust that had been boiling in his veins instantly subsided, replaced by a surge of tension. Yes, tension. No matter how close to madness he was, he had never forgotten his mission in Japan: to stop the revival of Orochi.

"Follow me," Qin Fan said coolly, not answering the question directly. He began walking toward the scenic Mount Fuji. As he walked, he added, "What a pity. Soon this place will be nothing but ruins."

As his voice faded, and just as Hua Xiaotian opened his mouth to say something, Qin Fan produced the Hemp Vine Whip and held it out to him. "Take this."

"Master Qin? What is this for?" Hua Xiaotian asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

I’ve seen firsthand how powerful this Hemp Vine Whip is! If I’m not mistaken, it’s a Magic Artifact, and an extraordinary one at that! But he’s giving it to me now, at this critical juncture? For self-defense?

"How can you fight without a decent weapon? Take it. It’s yours now. It’s the spoils from when I killed Lan Xiaosheng’s son, Lan Tianchun—a fairly useful Magic Artifact. The battle at the foot of Mount Fuji won’t be easy for you, so this will give you a better chance to protect yourself. Also, your earlier bloodlust was only partly due to the slaughter’s after-effects. The other reason is that your Gang Realm cultivation is still unstable. Use this battle to stabilize your Martial Arts Cultivation. If you succeed, you’ll be unrivaled among your peers and could even fight to the death against higher-level opponents and win. Seize this chance! Go all out without any reservations. I promised I’d bring you home safely, and I won’t let you die in a foreign land. Remember one thing: the ultimate secret of Martial Arts Cultivation can be summed up in six words."

Before Qin Fan could finish, Hua Xiaotian’s eyes widened. He leaned forward, tense with anticipation as if awaiting enlightenment. "Which six words?"

"No madness, no survival," Qin Fan stated, each word delivered with solemn weight, his usual frivolous demeanor gone.

No madness... no survival?

The weight of those six words left Hua Xiaotian staring, his mouth agape.

He suddenly recalled the moment he achieved the Breaking Gang Realm. Wasn’t that the result of disregarding life and death, of embracing that very mentality? He had thought that reaching that final step would require some unknown opportunity, yet the desperate battle Qin Fan had orchestrated allowed him to effortlessly shatter the bottleneck that had plagued him for years!

In that instant, those six words—"No madness, no survival"—brought him a profound moment of clarity.

"Master Qin... thank you," Hua Xiaotian said, his voice filled with sincere gratitude as he gazed at the refined face only a few feet away.

"There’s nothing to thank me for. This is all your own Creation," Qin Fan said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "And I don’t want you to disgrace the title of ’Huaxia’s Number One.’ I’m not mocking you; I’m telling you a fact. Listen to me—I will forge you into the true number one Martial Artist in all of Huaxia."

"Master Qin, you’re joking. Let alone someone like you who defies the heavens, even my master, Qi Lian the Demi Immortal’s, four former colleagues reached the God Realm long ago. I’ve only just entered the Gang Realm. Each rank presents a Heavenly Chasm, and the one between the Gang Realm and the God Realm is like the gulf separating heaven and earth. How could I possibly be called the number one? That title was just hype spread by ignorant Martial Artists. How could I not know my own limitations?" Hua Xiaotian said, shaking his head with a bitter, helpless smile.

However, hearing it from Qin Fan, with his serious tone and attitude, made the title "Huaxia’s Number One" feel less embarrassing and repulsive.

"I said you can, so you can. Even if you think you can’t, you can," Qin Fan chided with a chuckle. "How can a sparrow understand the ambitions of a swan? Do you really have so little confidence?"

"The gap is too vast," Hua Xiaotian sighed. "So vast I don’t even dare to dream of it."

"A man without ambition will never achieve greatness."

Hearing Hua Xiaotian’s words, Qin Fan paused, took a breath, and then shook his head with a laugh.

Never achieve greatness? Hearing Qin Fan’s assessment, Hua Xiaotian suddenly tensed up. It was hard to imagine a man in his fifties appearing so nervous and constrained before a youth barely in his twenties.

Suddenly, his mind jolted, as if Qin Fan’s words had driven him to the edge. He couldn’t help but blurt out, "Master Qin, can I... can I really?"

"I’ve said all I’m going to say. It’s up to you to comprehend it." As they spoke, Mount Fuji loomed directly ahead.

Gazing at the magnificent mountain that had bestowed countless glories upon the people of Japan, Qin Fan abruptly stopped walking.

A look of pure disdain crossed his face as he shouted into the empty air, "Can’t you cowards stop hiding behind your cheap tricks? I destroyed the Jingguo Society, and I’ve slaughtered the ’innocents’ of Mount Fuji. Aren’t you going to come out for revenge? Have you no spine? No courage? Do I really have to beat each of you back to your true forms before you remember the meaning of dignity? Stop hiding and come out!"

As his voice faded, Qin Fan stomped his foot on the ground.

CAW! CAW! CAW!

In the next moment, countless crows hidden deep within the mountain suddenly erupted into the sky, their frantic caws echoing as they flapped their wings desperately, trying to flee.

So many crows hidden on Mount Fuji?

Watching the sky fill with a storm of flapping black wings, Hua Xiaotian’s eyes widened in disbelief.