The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 57 - 56 - s: Rely on Zhuge, scared!
"Mr. Qin, what do you need this Spirit Communication Grass for?" Zhuge couldn’t help but ask, spurred on by Qin Fan’s blunt refusal and the overwhelming temptation of the grass.
What do I need it for? As if I’d tell you I’m using it to consolidate the initial stage of my Qi Refinement. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
With a soft scoff, Qin Fan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned, a sly, wicked smile playing on his lips as his eyes swept over Zhuge. "I don’t need to report my business to you," he said slowly. "Alright, Master Zhuge. It’s time for you to leave."
Qin Fan had directly ordered them to leave. Zhuge was taken aback by his tone, suddenly recalling what Ye Jizong had told him about the methods Qin Fan used to treat the elder. He had simply placed a hand on the man and administered a self-developed Elixir. Just like that, the vascular aging that had baffled the entire medical world was completely repaired. Could it be that Qin Fan wants to use this Spirit Communication Grass to concoct an Elixir? The more Zhuge thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. However, this wasn’t the right time to say anything more.
He exchanged a look with Ye Jizong before forcing an embarrassed smile. "Um, in that case, we won’t bother you any longer, Mr. Qin. We’ll be on our way."
"Mr. Qin, farewell," Ye Jizong added with a smile, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture.
With a slight nod and a faint smile from Qin Fan, they turned and strode away, not daring to linger.
Watching their receding figures, Qin Fan murmured leisurely to himself, "It seems this was all destined. If I hadn’t gone to dinner with Ji Yuchen, I wouldn’t have sensed the aura of the Gathering Spirit Grass in the principal’s office. Without sensing it, this trip to Horse Hoof Ridge would never have happened. And if I’d arrived just a few hours later, Zhou Yihang probably would have transplanted them all!"
His grateful murmur trailed off, and Qin Fan no longer felt like wandering around. Finding a relatively clean spot, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and released his Divine Sense to scan the area for any other Gathering Spirit Grass.
The result was disappointing. Aside from this patch, there were no other traces of Spiritual Energy on the entire Horse Hoof Ridge.
Never mind. Being able to find this patch of Gathering Spirit Grass is a lucky find in itself!
With a wry smile, he retracted his Divine Sense and began to circulate the True Qi from his Dantian through his meridians. He summoned the Cangqiong Refining Body Decision cultivation technique in his sea of consciousness and immersed himself in its world.
Several hours passed in the blink of an eye. The setting sun had long since vanished, and night had silently fallen. Like an old monk in deep Meditation, unconcerned with the outside world, Qin Fan slowly opened his eyes. Horse Hoof Ridge had grown quiet; the only sounds left were the chirping of insects and the calls of birds.
He stood up and glanced around. His Divine Sense confirmed that he was the only person on the ridge, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. An eager look appeared on his face as he pushed off the ground, leaping into the air and landing precisely above the center of the Gathering Spirit Grass Field.
With a hand gesture, the Array laid by the Talisman vanished. Through his Eyes of Golden Flame, he saw a faint golden light slowly fade away. As the light dissipated, he naturally descended and landed without any wasted motion, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Gathering Spirit Grass Field.
Closing his eyes once more, he drew in his abdomen and tightened his Dantian. Then, a wisp of white True Qi, designed to entice the Gathering Spirit Grass, shot out from his nostrils.
"Spirit Gathering Array, activate!" Qin Fan roared as the white True Qi erupted.
If anyone had been there, they would have clearly seen that with his shout, an ethereal, cloud-like ripple radiated out from his body, spreading across the entire Gathering Spirit Grass Field.
FIZZ... FIZZ... FIZZ...
After circling the patch of grass, the wisp of white True Qi quietly vanished. As it disappeared, the stalks of Gathering Spirit Grass stiffened one by one, almost as if they were people knitting their brows.
The next second, a rich and abundant Spiritual Energy burst forth from every root, stem, and leaf of the Gathering Spirit Grass, rushing into Qin Fan’s ears and nostrils. As the Array stimulated the release of Spiritual Energy from the grass, the area tens of meters around the field fell eerily silent. The insects stopped chirping, the birds stopped calling, and even the tiny animals crawling through the grass froze in their tracks. If animals could have expressions, it was clear that these creatures wore looks of pure bliss.
「Meanwhile, at the base of Horse Hoof Ridge.」
Zhuge’s face was a mask of complex, struggling emotions. Finally, he gritted his teeth. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he began to ascend the ridge with agile steps. His mind was consumed by the patch of grass and Qin Fan’s secrecy. He knew that if he didn’t investigate, it would become a nagging obsession. Risking Qin Fan’s potential wrath, he resolved to see what the man—who still hadn’t come down from the mountain—was up to.
With a nervous and apprehensive heart, Zhuge soon arrived back on the ridge. But just as he crested a small hill, still dozens of meters from the field, the Compass in his cloth bag began to stir faintly. Zhuge frowned. Without a second thought, he pulled out the Compass. He would have been better off not looking, for what he saw left him completely stunned. The needle on the Compass that had been with him for many years was spinning frantically.
"What—what is this? Why is this happening?" Zhuge exclaimed. He looked ahead, but in the darkness, he could see nothing out of the ordinary. Holding the Compass, his brow furrowed even deeper.
He began to back away. As he retreated, the needle on the Compass started to slow. With each step back, it slowed a little more. Only when he was more than a hundred meters away from the Gathering Spirit Grass Field did the needle finally return to normal.
Could it be because of those Spirit Communication Grasses?
Zhuge gasped again. Gritting his teeth, he shoved the Compass back into its bag, deciding to ignore its frantic spinning and slight trembling. He tiptoed forward, moving silently and cautiously toward the field of what they called Spirit Communication Grass.
But as he drew closer, the terror in his heart intensified. What am I seeing? He saw small creatures of all kinds lying motionless on the bare ground! He saw nightingales standing stock-still, not blinking an eye or flapping a wing, their gazes fixed on the Gathering Spirit Grass Field ahead! But that wasn’t the eeriest part; even as he approached, the creatures remained completely motionless.
What in the world is happening?!
His heart pounding, Zhuge shakily took out the Compass again. But the moment he did, a very faint sound was heard.
CRACK.
The Compass needle was completely ruined!
In his decades of practicing Geomancy in the Martial World, Zhuge had never encountered anything like this. Suddenly, he was afraid to go any further. Curiosity killed the cat. The fact that this saying had persisted through the ages proved it was more than just a casual remark. At that moment, Zhuge felt a fear unlike any he had ever known.
