The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 123 - 120: Sneaky Move!

CRACK—

The thunder was here! It had really been summoned!

Watching the nine bolts of Heavenly Thunder streak down from the sky in a flash of blue light, everyone in the conference room stared with wide eyes, utterly dumbfounded.

That teenage kid had actually managed to summon the thunder! And it was a solid nine bolts!

Heavens! How did he do it? At his age, how could he possibly possess such a faux Divine Skill to summon thunder?

Furthermore, the kid hadn’t even approached the Thunder Drawing Qiankun Gua. He had just shouted a few times from several meters away, and the Heavenly Thunder had been drawn down to strike.

It was preposterous, inconceivable, something straight out of a fantasy! Such words flashed through everyone’s mind.

Amidst their stunned expressions, the room fell into a deathly silence, so still that they could almost hear each other’s heartbeats.

Yan Huixian reflexively whipped her head around, her eyes locked on Qin Fan. The overwhelming shock and disbelief in her gaze were unmistakable.

Is this really Yuchen’s classmate? Is this really a student the same age as her?

Yan Huixian’s expression mirrored that of most people in the room. Stunned and speechless, they all fell silent.

Only Lai Zhuge shook his head with a wry smile. He wasn’t surprised by this outcome at all. He had seen Qin Fan use his own methods to summon the nine bolts of Heavenly Thunder that slaughtered the flood dragons at Yanjing Ridge, and now he had the Thunder Drawing Qiankun Gua to aid him.

In stark contrast, Master Dong’s face turned a deathly shade of gray the moment Qin Fan summoned the thunder. He kept muttering, "Impossible... this is impossible... It’s not real, it’s definitely not real!"

Muttering to himself, he stumbled backward with faltering steps. He tripped over a chair leg and came crashing to the floor.

He knew all too well what summoning the nine bolts of thunder from the Qiankun Gua meant. It meant the three hundred million he was about to receive was going down the drain! It meant his life was completely, utterly over!

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man who had been raising the price had an expression that turned utterly grim. His facial muscles trembled as he shot a cold, dead-eyed glance at Master Dong and snorted. Then, while everyone else was still reeling, he silently retreated from the conference room.

His noiseless departure did not escape Qin Fan’s Divine Sense, but Qin Fan said nothing. An intriguing, amused smirk simply tugged at the corners of his mouth.

CRACKLE! CRASH!

At the same time, the Thunder Drawing Qiankun Gua on the high rack began to make a shattering sound as the thunder dissipated. In an instant, the sharp noise jolted everyone back to their senses.

They instinctively turned to look. The Thunder Drawing Qiankun Gua on the high rack was breaking apart, the pieces scattering as they fell to the floor.

What was going on? What was happening?

One shock had not yet settled when another arose. Everyone was completely bewildered.

"Young friend Qin, what’s going on?" Lai Zhuge asked, taking a few steps closer to Qin Fan with a look of pure shock and confusion.

"Didn’t I tell you? This Qiankun Gua is real, but it’s also a scam," Qin Fan explained with a smile. "It’s real because it can actually summon thunder. It’s a scam because the artifact itself suffered irreparable damage and was cleverly disguised by someone’s tricks. Once the Heavenly Thunder is summoned, this is the result. The three-month cooldown period was just an excuse! I still overestimated its power, though. Those nine bolts are called Heavenly Thunder, but they’re just fake Heavenly Thunder. They’re good for putting on a show, but useful? Impossible. It’s all just flashy tricks meant to intimidate people!"

Without waiting for a response, he added, "Now you finally understand why Master Dong was too scared to summon the thunder, don’t you? If he had, his three hundred million would have gone up in smoke!"

Just then, the door to the conference room was pushed open. A vice-president, who rarely participated in such matters, walked in. He looked at Lai Zhuge and exclaimed in shock, "President, what happened? Why did nine bolts of fake thunder appear?"

Fake thunder?

SWOOSH. Everyone reflexively turned to look at the vice-president.

"Fake thunder?" Lai Zhuge’s brow furrowed tightly. He had just heard Qin Fan mention fake Heavenly Thunder, and now the vice-president was saying the same thing.

"Yes! The nine bolts of thunder that struck the courtyard were all for show," the vice-president reported. "They looked magnificent, but they had no destructive power. I just checked. Never mind the ground, even the flowers and grass within the blast radius are completely unharmed!"

An uproar erupted in the conference room as the vice-president finished speaking.

"Dong Tianxing, how dare you!" Lai Zhuge suddenly roared, whirling to face Master Dong in a towering rage.

First, there was the Yin Fiend Bronze Turtle. Now, there was this so-called treasure worth three hundred million. It was sheer luck that Qin Fan had been here today. Otherwise, their Lingnan Fengshui Association would have been accused of collusion by their peers! And he, Lai Zhuge, the witness to this farce, would have seen his lifelong reputation utterly destroyed! Thinking of this, Lai Zhuge could no longer contain his fury.

"Master Dong, you... you... This was three hundred million! You’re absolutely heartless! How could you let the price for such a fraudulent item be driven up to three hundred million?" Director Zhou, the wealthy businessman, breathed rapidly as he stammered, his voice trembling with anger.

He might be rich, but his money didn’t grow on trees! If he had really spent three hundred million on such a thing, not only would he have become a laughingstock in high society for years to come, but the loss of three hundred million would have been enough to make him regret it for countless days and nights. Although he held Feng Shui Masters in high esteem, in a situation like this, even a saint would be furious. He was enraged!

This was blatant deception, utterly shameless!

"Do you know why you were all so frantically shouting out those numbers?" Qin Fan suddenly asked with a casual smile. "Hold your breath for five seconds, then exhale for three. You’ll find your answer."

Everyone was taken aback, but their curiosity compelled them to follow his instructions. They inhaled for five seconds and exhaled for three.

After eight silent seconds, they all felt a sudden clarity wash over them. What did this mean? It meant their minds had been muddled before! They had all been in a state of frenzied excitement!

What on earth was going on?

"Young friend Qin, this—! I don’t feel anything different," Lai Zhuge said, confused.

"Master Lai, you should stay quiet. With your level of cultivation, their little tricks wouldn’t affect you," Qin Fan said, licking his lips with an air of profound mystery.

"Master... Master Qin, what’s happening? Were we drugged?"

The speaker was once again Director Zhou. After clawing his way through the business world for decades, rising from an unknown country boy to a high-society mogul who could casually spend three hundred million on a Magic Artifact, he was sharp enough to understand the implications.

Qin Fan pursed his lips, casting a mocking glance at Master Dong, who was pale as a sheet and trembling on the ground. "That’s right," he said.