Chapter 728: Angry Little Jane

Author: SannineWord Count: 1230

Jian Changsheng had always thought reincarnation was merely a concept, never imagining it to be a physical, high-intensity, and violent action.

The world spun before his eyes. Jian Changsheng's bruised head was already covered in bumps, and his already blurred consciousness quickly faded again after several more collisions, repeatedly cycling through waking, fainting, and waking once more.

Until one moment, Jian Changsheng was jolted so hard he almost flew off the cart, and a thought slowly surfaced in his mind...

"Wait a minute..."

"I don't seem to be dead, so how could I be reincarnated??"

Jian Changsheng was stunned. Subconsciously, he lifted his hands to grip the edge of the cart, slowly and with difficulty, he sat upright amidst the bumps.

Before him, a figure in a familiar large red opera robe was dragging the cart's handle, pulling it furiously across the bumpy, potholed ground as if venting anger. Instead of taking the smooth path, he deliberately chose the most uneven and difficult one, his arms swinging vigorously up and down with each jolt, as if stir-frying.

Jian Changsheng: ???

"No... Redheart, are you crazy?!" Seeing this, Jian Changsheng couldn't help but curse, "No wonder it's so bumpy! Are you stir-frying me? My bones are going to fall apart from all this shaking!"

"Chen Ling," dressed in the large red opera robe, turned and gave him a cold look.

"...Idiot."

Jian Changsheng had been jolted for a long time and was already furious; now, being openly insulted by "Chen Ling," he was instantly consumed by rage.

Without a word, he rolled up his sleeves and lunged from the cart, hurtling towards "Chen Ling!"

*Bang!*

"Chen Ling," wearing white paper handcuffs and utterly powerless, was directly knocked down by Jian Changsheng who had lunged from behind. The two tumbled several times across the black ground, raising dust.

"Damn it, Redheart! I've put up with you for too long!" Jian Changsheng roared, "All the old grievances and new ones, I'm settling them with you now!"

"What class are you? A mere insignificant extra, daring to yell at me?"

"Who are you calling an extra? What are you pretending for? Is being able to sing opera so great?"

"I'm talking about you!" "Chen Ling," pinned beneath Jian Changsheng and already infuriated by the handcuffs, spat venomously, "What? Have you mastered that pathetic 'the world treats you unfairly, but you treat the world gently' persona? Who the hell are you spreading positive energy to here?! What are you pretending for?!"

"You!!!"

Jian Changsheng's eyes widened, too furious to speak.

Although he didn't understand what "Chen Ling" was saying, he could feel the deep-seated disdain and contempt in the other's eyes. Jian Changsheng had never felt so wronged. His previously empty hands instinctively clenched into fists, and in a fit of rage, he solidly struck "Chen Ling's" face!

However, just as his fist was about to land on "Chen Ling's" nose, the latter's pupils violently contracted, and a world-destroying aura suddenly erupted!

*Boom!*

A strong gust of wind roared across the black ground.

Although "Chen Ling's" power was sealed by the white paper handcuffs, his aura was genuinely "world-destroying." This mere gaze of intimidation was enough to incapacitate ninety-nine percent of living beings, and Jian Changsheng's fist froze in mid-air...

In the shadow of the fist, "Chen Ling's" lips curled into a mocking smile as he spoke:

"You don't even know, do you? From the very beginning, your predetermined ending was to die in the ancient military archive, becoming a stepping stone on my path... You weren't even an extra; you were just a nameless passerby, meant to disappear after serving your purpose. The only reason you're standing here is because some 'audience' pitied you, so you gained Bai Qi, and you were resurrected... No one ever thought highly of you from the start. You're just a lowly extra, understand?"

Jian Changsheng's fist began to tremble.

His breathing grew heavier. He didn't know if he was angry, sad, or wronged; his entire body was shaking... He didn't know what internal struggle he had undergone, but finally, he parted his cracked lips and spoke hoarsely:

"You're not Redheart... Who exactly are you?"

"I am Redheart, I am Redheart Six, Chen Ling," "Chen Ling" stated calmly. "Now, get your damn hand off my face... *Passerby!*"

"...Go to hell!!!"

Jian Changsheng roared, a wisp of killing intent from the ancient military archive bursting forth from within him. A flicker of darkness crossed his pupils... The next moment, his clenched fist whistled down!

*Bang!*

Jian Changsheng's punch landed squarely on "Chen Ling's" nose, making the ground tremble violently.

Then came the second punch, the third... Jian Changsheng, eyes red, rained down blows like a torrent, as if frantically unleashing the anger and humiliation in his heart.

By the time he came to his senses, "Chen Ling's" head had been driven into the ground, and large pools of blood spread out from beneath him, a truly miserable sight.

As all his emotions were vented, Jian Changsheng slowly withdrew his hands. He then noticed the jagged cracks in the surrounding ground and was suddenly stunned...

"My power..."

Only then did Jian Changsheng realize that after his inexplicable unconscious state, he had actually advanced to the fourth rank. His strength and speed had undergone earth-shattering changes.

He belatedly stood up from "Chen Ling's" body, looking with a strange expression at the deep pit in the ground. He had struck without holding back; this guy couldn't be dead, could he?

*Crack!*

A series of crisp cracking sounds echoed from the deep pit in the ground.

The next moment, a blood-soaked head lifted from the pit... His twisted and deformed features returned to their original positions with soft pops. He turned his neck slightly, and all his joints reset, leaving only a pair of intensely venomous eyes glaring fixedly at Jian Changsheng!

"You... are asking for death!!!"

"Heh heh, if your mouth stinks, you deserve to get beaten." Jian Changsheng had already guessed the person's identity at this point, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That world-destroying aura just now... are you the Disaster within this guy's body?"

"No, I am Chen Ling!" A roar erupted from "Chen Ling's" body. He was completely enraged. "Why do you all only recognize *him* and not me? I am Chen Ling too!!"

"You're no Chen Ling! That guy, annoying as he is, 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 looked back in confusion, seeing a young man in an opera robe standing behind him, looking at him with a helpless expression... Just as the young man opened his mouth to speak, Jian Changsheng frowned. He glanced at the enraged "Chen Ling," then looked back at the young man in the opera robe for a few moments:

"Wait... where did you pop out from, kid?"

Master: ...?