Chapter 728: Angry Little Jian

Jian Changsheng had always thought that reincarnation was a concept; he didn't expect it to be a physical action, and a high-intensity, violent one at that.

The world spun before his eyes. Jian Changsheng's bruised head was covered in bumps, and his already blurred consciousness, after several consecutive impacts, quickly faded into unconsciousness again... then repeated the process of waking up, fainting, and waking up again.

Until one moment, when Jian Changsheng was tossed so hard he almost flew off the handcart, a thought slowly surfaced in his mind...

"Wait a minute..."

"I don't seem to be dead, do I? How did I reincarnate??"

Jian Changsheng was stunned. He subconsciously raised his hands to grip the edge of the handcart, struggling to sit upright bit by bit amidst the jolting...

In front of him, a figure wearing a familiar large red theatrical robe was dragging the handle of the handcart, dragging it crazily over the bumpy ground as if venting his anger. He didn't take the flat ground in front of him, but had to take the bumpiest, most difficult path, his arms swinging up and down forcefully in the jolting, just like a chef tossing a wok.

Jian Changsheng: ???

"No... Red Heart, are you sick in the head??!" Jian Changsheng couldn't help but curse upon seeing this, "I was wondering why it was so bumpy, are you stir-frying here? My skeleton is about to be shaken apart by you!!"

"Chen Ling," draped in the large red theatrical robe, turned his head and looked at him coldly:

"...Idiot."

“？？？”

Jian Changsheng had been tossed for a long time and was already furious, and now being insulted to his face by "Chen Ling," his anger flared up instantly!

Without a word, he rolled up his sleeves and lunged at "Chen Ling" from the handcart with a roar!

Bang—!

"Chen Ling," wearing the white paper shackles, had no power at all and was knocked down directly by Jian Changsheng, who lunged from behind. The two of them rolled several times on the black earth, dust flying everywhere.

"Damn it, Red Heart! I've tolerated you for a long time!!" Jian Changsheng raged, "New grudges and old ones, I'll settle them all with you this time!!"

"What kind of status do you think you have? A pathetic supporting character who's just making up the numbers, and you dare to shout at me?"

"Who are you calling a supporting character? What are you pretending for! Is it so great to know how to sing opera?"

"I'm talking about you!" "Chen Ling," pinned under Jian Changsheng, was already extremely unhappy wearing the shackles, and cursed venomously, "What? Have you mastered that 'the world treats you with injustice, you treat the world with gentleness' persona? Who the hell are you spreading positive energy to here?? What are you pretending for?!?"

"You!!!"

Jian Changsheng widened his eyes, too angry to speak.

Although he couldn't understand what "Chen Ling" was saying, he could feel the disdain and contempt from the bottom of the other's heart. Jian Changsheng had never felt so aggrieved. His fists, which were originally held loosely, subconsciously clenched, and in his rage, he slammed them solidly into "Chen Ling's" face!

However, the moment his fist was about to hit "Chen Ling's" nose bridge, the latter's pupils contracted violently, and world-ending pressure erupted suddenly!!

Boom—!!

A fierce wind howled across the black earth,

Although "Chen Ling's" power was sealed by the white paper shackles, his aura was authentically "world-ending." Just this one glare of intimidation was enough to make 99% of creatures lose the ability to act, and Jian Changsheng's fist froze in mid-air...

Under the shadow of the fist, "Chen Ling's" mouth curled up, and he said mockingly:

"You don't even know it yourself, do you? From the very beginning, your preset ending was to die in the Ancient Treasury of the Soldier Path, becoming a stepping stone on my path forward... You don't even count as a supporting character, just a passerby who should disappear after playing your part.

The reason you are standing here is because an 'audience' pitied you, so you possessed Bai Qi, and you were resurrected from the dead...

No one ever thought highly of you from the start. You are just a cheap-lived passerby, understand?"

Jian Changsheng's fist began to tremble.

His breathing grew heavier. He didn't know if it was anger, sadness, or grievance; his whole body was trembling... He didn't know what kind of internal journey he had gone through, but finally, he opened his cracked lips and spoke hoarsely:

"You are not Red Heart... who exactly are you?"

"I am Red Heart, I am Red Heart 6, Chen Ling." "Chen Ling" said calmly, "Now, take your pathetic hand off my face... passerby!"

"...F*ck your mother!!!"

Jian Changsheng roared, and a wisp of killing intent from the Ancient Treasury of the Soldier Path erupted from his body. A hint of blackness flashed in his pupils... The next moment, his clenched fist fell with a whistle!

Bang—!

Jian Changsheng slammed his fist into "Chen Ling's" nose bridge, and the earth shook violently.

Immediately after, the second punch, the third punch... Jian Changsheng's eyes were red, and his fists fell like raindrops, as if crazily venting the anger and grievance in his heart.

By the time he came to his senses, "Chen Ling's" head had been driven into the ground, and large patches of blood stained the area beneath him, looking miserable.

After all his emotions were vented, Jian Changsheng slowly withdrew his hands. He saw the hideous cracks on the surrounding earth and was suddenly stunned...

"My power..."

Jian Changsheng realized that after his inexplicable coma, he had actually advanced to the Fourth Rank, and his power and speed had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He stood up from "Chen Ling's" body, belatedly realizing, and looked at the deep pit embedded in the earth with a strange expression... He hadn't held back his strength just now; this guy shouldn't be dead, right?

Crack—

Crisp sounds echoed from the deep pit embedded in the earth.

The next moment, a head covered in blood was lifted from it... The distorted and deformed facial features returned to their original positions amidst the light sounds. He turned his neck slightly, and all his joints recovered accordingly, leaving only a pair of extremely venomous eyes staring straight at Jian Changsheng!

"You... are courting death!!!"

"Heh, if your mouth is foul, you deserve to be beaten." Jian Changsheng had already guessed this person's identity by now, his eyes narrowing slightly, "The world-ending aura from just now... are you the [Mockery] Calamity inside this guy's body?"

"No, I am Chen Ling!" A roar came from "Chen Ling's" body; he had been completely enraged, "Why do you all only recognize him and not me? I am also Chen Ling!!"

"You're not Chen Ling at all! That guy, although annoying, has a much better personality than you."

"You!!!"

At the same time, a hand reached out from behind Jian Changsheng and patted his shoulder.

Jian Changsheng turned around in confusion and saw a youth wearing a theatrical robe standing behind him, looking at him with a helpless expression... Just as the youth opened his mouth to say something, Jian Changsheng frowned, looked at the furious "Chen Ling," and then sized up the youth in the theatrical robe a few times:

"No... where did you pop out from, you little brat?"

Master: ...?