The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 189 - 186: Ye Congjun’s Ulterior Motive!

"Alright, I’m the target of that one-billion-dollar bounty. I’ll handle those bastards myself, so you don’t need to worry," Qin Fan said with a smile.

One billion US Dollars?

Hearing this amount, Ye Jizu instantly understood!

He exclaimed in shock, "They’ve made a move?"

"Nine are dead. The rest fled, but there’s no hurry. This cat-and-mouse game can wait. They won’t escape Huaxia," Qin Fan said dismissively.

To him, now that the Blue-Eyed Wolf’s aura was locked down by his Divine Sense, the man was as good as a turtle in a jar. But for these scoundrels who dared to set foot on Huaxian soil, was killing just the Blue-Eyed Wolf enough?

No!

He wanted total annihilation, to uproot them completely!

"Jizu, do you know who they are?" Ye Congjun asked, turning his head quickly to look at Ye Jizu with a grave expression.

"The Blue-Eyed Wolf and his squad!" Ye Jizu said, pausing to glance at Qin Fan before finally giving the answer.

"What!"

Ye Congjun was stunned. "The Blue-Eyed Wolf and his squad? Damn it, how did those bastards sneak into Huaxia? Are the people in charge of national security just a bunch of useless freeloaders? This won’t do. I have to report this to the higher-ups immediately!"

Report? What’s there to report?

Qin Fan shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, Elder Ye. There’s nothing worth reporting about a group of dead men walking. They won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise."

"Young Friend Qin, you—" Ye Congjun began, only then remembering that the man standing before him was a Transformation Realm Grandmaster.

He gave a wry smile. "I’m getting muddled in my old age, truly muddled. I forgot about your strength, Young Friend Qin!"

"Alright, let’s drop it. Where are the items?" Qin Fan asked, shaking his head to move on and getting back to the reason for his visit.

"This way, please, Master Qin. Everything is prepared!" Ye Jizu said, stepping forward at once and making a welcoming gesture.

On an Eight Immortals table in the middle of the Ye Family’s hall, several wooden boxes wrapped in yellow cloth emitted a fragrant scent.

Qin Fan looked over and sniffed the air, and the familiar smells immediately greeted his nostrils.

Seeing the faint smile appear on Qin Fan’s face, Ye Congjun said hurriedly, "Young Friend Qin, please take a look. Are these the items you wanted?"

"No need to look," Qin Fan said. He walked to the table and casually waved his hand.

The wooden boxes sitting on the table vanished into thin air, as if by magic.

Seeing this, Ye Congjun and his son stood dumbfounded, as if turned to stone.

Wait— What— Where did the items go?

"Oh, right, one more thing," Qin Fan said suddenly, while the father and son were still in shock. "With your intelligence network, do you know of any auctions where I can find an unearthed Alchemy Furnace?"

Ye Jizu was flabbergasted. What the hell? An Alchemy Furnace? Is he going to perform alchemy? He knew Qin Fan wasn’t a collector. The only explanation was alchemy—using the same precious medicinal herbs that the Ye Family had paid such a heavy price to acquire! He forcefully swallowed the words that nearly escaped his lips: "Master Qin, have you been reading too many novels?" All those natural treasures, which the Ye Family spent countless riches and resources to obtain, were just going to be used to refine some illusory elixirs? What a monumental waste!

But no matter how doubtful or pained he felt, Ye Jizu didn’t dare show it. "Master Qin, Alchemy Furnaces are not commonly seen at auctions. However, there is an auction in Chuanshu at the end of the month. It’s said that the lots will all be ancient and extraordinary items, but the specifics are still being kept highly confidential. I don’t know if an Alchemy Furnace will appear!"

The end of the month? Chuanshu?

Qin Fan nodded slightly. "Good. Let me know when the time comes. You can come with me."

"You got it, Master Qin!" Ye Jizu replied with a flattering smile, looking visibly relieved.

"Alright, we’ll leave it at that. Also, speed up the packaging design and the development of sales channels. Roll out Spirit Water No. 1 and Spirit Fruit No. 1 to the market as soon as possible. You can contact my parents directly about it. You and Ma Yunbin should coordinate with them; I won’t get involved," Qin Fan instructed.

"Yes, no problem! We’ll speed things up even without you asking, Master Qin!" Ye Jizu nodded earnestly.

At that moment, as Qin Fan nodded, Elder Ye, who had been hesitating off to the side, seemed to make a decision. "Young Friend Qin, are you free the day after tomorrow?"

"What is it?" Qin Fan asked, frowning in confusion as he turned his head.

"Well, to maintain the stability and unity of the Jiangzhou social circles, we hold regular gatherings. The city’s upper-echelon socialites and the young scions of the new generation all attend. Would you be interested, Young Friend Qin? After all, we’re all in the same circle and are bound to cross paths. It would be good to get acquainted. At the very least, it could save a lot of trouble in the future, don’t you think? Hehe—" Ye Congjun said with a dry laugh.

He had his own selfish reason for wanting Qin Fan to go—a desire to reduce the potential for turmoil in Jiangzhou.

After all, Qin Fan had perfected the art of playing the pig to eat the tiger. He played it so well that for years, all of Jiangzhou had seen him as a worthless coward. Given the circumstances, if he wasn’t introduced to their social circle to awe them with his true power, who knew what kind of trouble might stir up later.

As one of the region’s ruling families, the Ye Family naturally didn’t want that to happen. This was the reason for Elder Ye’s hesitant invitation.

"A gathering? Elder Ye, aren’t you afraid my presence will ruin the whole thing?" Qin Fan asked with a teasing smirk.

"It’s fine even if it does. This world is full of people with poor judgment. If you’re interested, Young Friend Qin, this old man wouldn’t mind if the party got a little chaotic. It’s better to rip the band-aid off quickly. This is something the entire Jiangzhou circle must face and experience! Haha—" Ye Congjun concluded with a meaningful, booming laugh.

As for whether Qin Fan’s appearance would ruin the event? It would. Absolutely. With all the years he had lived and his insight into human nature, how could Ye Congjun not have foreseen this?

But he didn’t care. Even if Qin Fan poked a hole in the sky, the Ye Family could patch it up.

As long as Qin Fan could cow those arrogant fools and achieve the desired effect, it would be better than anything!

"Elder Ye, is all this really necessary?" Qin Fan asked, shaking his head with a smile.

"So, are you interested, Young Friend Qin?" Ye Congjun asked again with narrowed eyes, not directly answering the question.

"Since you’ve put it that way, Elder Ye, I suppose I’ll go," Qin Fan replied, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

Inwardly, however, he was unconvinced by Ye Congjun’s words. Rip the band-aid off quickly? A nice theory, but my reputation as a useless coward is likely set in stone in their minds by now. Getting them to face reality? That will be difficult. Still, just as Elder Ye said, this trip to the party will certainly reduce the number of clueless, hopping grasshoppers I’ll have to deal with in the Jiangzhou social circles later on.