Chapter 64: Reincarnation!

“Bastard!”

“Arrogant fool!”

Wolfhead could no longer bear it. Furious battle energy erupted from him, thick with murderous intent, shattering the chair he sat upon.

Clenching his fists, he roared as he unleashed his battle technique.

“Mystic Tier, Advanced—Furious Wolf Howl!”

With Wolfhead’s enraged bellow, his battle energy condensed into a massive wolf around him.

“Roar! Whoever killed my son… must die!”

Suspended in midair, Wolfhead’s gaze was blood-red as he howled at Qian Mo, launching a lethal attack straight for him.

“Oh my goodness! Is it really going to be like this?”

Qian Mo scratched his head, watching Wolfhead rush at him, utterly unconcerned.

“How arrogant! Hmph! Die already!”

Boom!

Wolfhead’s strike landed squarely on Qian Mo’s body.

Watching Qian Mo fall to the ground, seemingly struck, Wolfhead burst into wild laughter. “Hahaha! Son, your father has avenged you! Such hubris! But that’s all you amount to, hahaha!”

“Ugh… big brother, what are you doing? Why the foolish laughter?”

Qian Mo looked at Wolfhead’s silly grin and spoke.

“Haha… huh? What! You’re completely unharmed? Impossible, you must have used some illusion! Hahaha!” Wolfhead’s body tensed, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost, pointing at Qian Mo with a trembling voice.

“Sigh! Looks like I need to help him wake up…”

Qian Mo brushed off his clothes.

Smack!

A crisp slap echoed through the hall, undiluted by any other sound, its resonance amplified by the hall’s acoustics.

Bang—

The slap landed so quickly, like a flash of light, Wolfhead had no time to react before Qian Mo’s palm sent him flying, smashing a hole into the hall’s wall.

Pfft!

“Ouch… it hurts so much~”

Wolfhead stopped, a mouthful of blood spraying out.

Qian Mo had controlled his strength to the level of a Great Battle Master, and hadn’t even used a fraction of that power. Otherwise, Wolfhead would not merely be lying on the ground spitting blood, but a corpse unable to bleed at all.

“You… who are you? Who exactly are you? We haven’t provoked you, have we… why…” Wolfhead was no fool, finally realizing he hadn’t been deceived by an illusion. His strongest blow truly hadn’t harmed Qian Mo in the slightest. With just a slap, he had been reduced to this state. If Qian Mo had used more force… wouldn’t he already be dead?

An endless terror seized him, his voice trembled, every syllable fractured, his body chilled with fear.

He stared at Qian Mo’s gentle smile, but felt no warmth—only dread, as if facing a demon.

He struggled to breathe, unable to catch his breath.

Qian Mo began walking slowly toward him. Wolfhead, seeing Qian Mo approach, summoned all his strength to crawl backward, barely moving inch by inch. He was out of strength, and he didn’t know why—he simply couldn’t muster any. He was suffering.

“Don’t… come any closer… Ah—demon, demon!”

Wolfhead retreated, trembling as he cried out. His mind couldn’t keep pace; his thoughts short-circuited.

He gnawed at his teeth, desperately dragging himself back, but ultimately, escape was impossible.

If he could escape now, Qian Mo might as well die himself.

If Wolfhead wouldn’t die, then Qian Mo would simply write him out of existence and end the story here.

Qian Mo squatted in front of Wolfhead, his smile fading to an icy expression. “Weren’t you arrogant just now? Calling me arrogant? Now, tell me, who’s really the arrogant one?”

“N-no, I dare not…”

Wolfhead’s trembling voice came out.

“And you claim you haven’t offended me? You’re wrong! You’ve already angered me—twice!”

Qian Mo raised two fingers and continued.

“First, your son insulted me, and as his father, you failed to teach him properly. That’s your offense.”

“Second, when I entered, I heard you say you wanted to do something to my Little Medicine Fairy—capture her for tasting? You’ve got some nerve, daring to threaten my disciple! And insulting her!”

Qian Mo paused, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled. “So now you should know exactly how you’ve offended me.”

He watched Wolfhead’s unsettled expression, finding it all the more amusing.

“I… I…”

Wolfhead kept repeating a single word, as if his throat were blocked and unable to utter anything more.

His eyes were dull, as if he’d lost all hope for survival.

“Come on! I say, you’re a grown man, why drag things out like a woman? Be straightforward.”

Qian Mo took another puff and spoke.

Damn it… Is it my fault I’m so tongue-tied? It’s all because of him…

Hearing Qian Mo’s words, Wolfhead was so miserable he could cry, but no tears would come.

“Well, seeing how pitiful you are, I’ll…”

Wolfhead’s eyes lit up at Qian Mo’s words. Could this demon actually spare him? Maybe playing the victim would work!

But the next moment, his expression darkened, for Qian Mo said, “I’ll… send you to reincarnation.”

He didn’t know what reincarnation meant, but anyone could tell it was just another way of saying he’d send him to his death…

So, playing the victim really was useless. This demon didn’t play by the rules.

“No… there’s no need for you to go to such trouble!” Wolfhead trembled, his eyes wide open.

“Mm-hmm, it’s fine, Little Wolf, it’s not troublesome at all—”

Qian Mo grinned.

Little Wolf?—No, please don’t! Wolfhead had never heard anyone call him that before, and it infuriated him… but no matter how angry he got, it was useless.

“Relax, Little Wolf! It won’t hurt much, just a moment, a single instant, painless.”

Qian Mo, cigarette in mouth, patted Wolfhead’s back to comfort him.

“A single instant—a single instant—”

Those words echoed in Wolfhead’s mind.

“N-no, please!”

Qian Mo ignored his pleas. A light appeared in Qian Mo’s hand, and he gently tapped Wolfhead’s forehead.

Wolfhead stared in terror at the finger, wanting to retreat, but he was powerless now.

“In your next life, be a good person! Don’t be so creepy. At your age, you’re still after little girls—old bull munching fresh grass! Tsk tsk.”

Wolfhead blushed at Qian Mo’s words—indeed, the old bull munches fresh grass.

“All right, off you go to reincarnation!”

Ding!

“Ah!”

With a scream, Wolfhead vanished from this world.

“I told you—a single instant, just a moment. Why scream like a ghost? Anyone listening might think I did something terrible to you…”

Qian Mo finished the last drag of his cigarette, exhaled, and spoke with a hint of irritation.