Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 76 Your Suitcase

Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Your Suitcase

Betrayal?

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Fan Liya’s entire body shuddered, and she quickly said, "I... I didn’t!"

"Hmph! I thought so; you wouldn’t dare! Let me tell you, your father is a traitor to our Black Miao Clan! That makes your life belong to our clan. If you harbor even the slightest hint of betrayal, not only will you die, but no one around you will survive!" The sinister voice came through the phone again.

"I understand..." Fan Liya said, her eyes clouded with despair, her voice growing smaller.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to sense Fan Liya’s panic and hopeless surrender. A cold snort followed. "Good. In two days, I’ll come to Yingtian City to extract the venomous enticement! Then, you’ll be freed. Watch yourself!"

With that, the phone call ended abruptly.

Staring at the phone, now humming with a busy signal, Fan Liya couldn’t help but recall Ye Fei’s earlier words about wanting to help her.

But that thought only flashed momentarily through her mind before she let out a bitter smile of despair. "Help me? Who could help me? Who would dare to help me? Maybe death is a kind of release..."

Two days later.

Ye Fei, having left Fan Liya’s home, spent this time completely revising his Soul-controlling Technique.

With the blood and flesh of the Demon Tiger, he also refined numerous pills, significantly advancing his cultivation.

He was now just half a step away from the Late-stage Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yet Ye Fei felt no joy in his improved strength, as his mind was constantly occupied with Fan Liya’s ordeal.

For one, Fan Liya was his high school classmate. Encountering such a situation, lending a hand within his capacity seemed only proper.

But the more crucial reason was the Mind Control Insect!

If Ye Fei managed to obtain the Mind Control Insect, he could wield the Soul-controlling Technique without restraint, siphoning enemies’ cultivation and souls without fearing the Heart Demon.

In this way, not only would Ye Fei find a shortcut in his cultivation journey, but he would also gain assurance in his pursuit of the Nascent Soul in ten years.

Moreover, he would have an additional weapon in his battles against opponents.

After all, the cultivation harvested through the Soul-controlling Technique could be entirely transferred to Ye Fei himself.

Imagine Ye Fei continuously absorbing others’ cultivation to strengthen his own during a struggle—such a dynamic of loss and gain would make him unstoppable.

Thinking about this, excitement stirred within Ye Fei, prompting him to sit cross-legged once more, entering meditation to regulate his breathing and stabilize his emotions.

However, at that moment, a peculiar wave suddenly rippled through Ye Fei’s divine sense.

Feeling the disturbance, Ye Fei’s face lit up with joy.

"Heh! Planting a Divine Sense Seed in Fan Liya turned out to be a wise choice. Waiting for prey has finally yielded results!"

With those words, Ye Fei promptly rose and disappeared into black wind within the room...

On the open field in the Yuntai Suburb.

Under the scattering stars, it was already deep into the night.

Due to the area’s remoteness, it was rare for anyone to venture out at night.

But here, Fan Liya stood timidly, clutching a suitcase, as though she were waiting for someone.

Yet this wait didn’t carry hope; rather, it bore profound despair.

The one she awaited seemed to be none other than her grim King Yan himself.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Suddenly, a light appeared in the distance—a black sedan slowly approached and stopped in front of Fan Liya.

Fan Liya held her breath upon seeing it.

A soft "click" sounded.

The car door opened, and a man wrapped entirely in a black robe emerged with two similarly dressed subordinates following him.

"Greetings, Honorable Envoy!"

At the sight of the black-robed man, Fan Liya trembled all over, but she still fell to her knees, hurriedly addressing him.

"Gah gah!"

The man let out an eerie laugh, then spoke in a voice that seemed to have crawled out from hell: "Good. I thought you might try to run. I was just considering whether I’d stain Yuntai with some blood tonight, but it seems you’re smart enough. I assume you’re ready by now?"

"Yes! Fan Liya of the Black Miao Clan is prepared to devote her body and soul to the great Gu God!" Fan Liya took a deep breath and said.

Inside, though, her emotions churned.

She knew she was nothing more than a container for nurturing the venomous enticement for the Black Miao Clan—or more precisely, for the black-robed man. Her usefulness had now reached its end.

In other words, the moment she uttered those words, her fate was sealed.

"Sealed? My destiny was decided long before today!"

Feeling the cold wind on her face, Fan Liya smiled bitterly.

Whether it was the moment her father died or even the day she was born, her life had been predestined. Living until now had only been borrowed time.

"In the end, no one can save me!"

With that thought, Fan Liya slowly closed her eyes, preparing for the last moments of her life.

The black-robed man watched Fan Liya’s fluctuating expressions fade into emptiness, then sneered. "Fan Liya, don’t blame me. Blame only your parents for bringing you into this world—or perhaps blame the heavens for granting you a physique so perfectly suited for nurturing the Gu God!"

"Of course, the venomous enticement isn’t mature yet and can’t incubate the Gu God. For now, follow me, and when the time comes, I’ll act accordingly!"

Saying so, the black-robed man turned back toward the car.

Fan Liya froze for a moment, then hastily reached for her suitcase.

But suddenly, a green flame enveloped the suitcase. In an instant, it vanished entirely, and the black-robed man turned back slowly, sneering. "That thing—you think a woman about to die still needs it? Let’s go."

A woman about to die?

Fan Liya heard the words and bitterly smiled, but then a sense of relief followed. "Alright..."

"Liya, it seems you’ve forgotten something!"

Suddenly, a soft chuckle came from nearby, drawing everyone’s attention.

They saw a young man standing in front of the black sedan.

"Ye Fei?"

Fan Liya gasped, startled by the sight of the young man, unable to understand why Ye Fei was here.

Ye Fei smiled and patted something beneath him. "Liya, it seems you’ve forgotten your suitcase!"

My suitcase?

Fan Liya looked closer, confused. She saw Ye Fei patting a pink suitcase.

It looked identical to the suitcase burned earlier by the green flame.

"M-my suitcase? Didn’t it just... how could this be?" Fan Liya was utterly baffled.

Ye Fei walked forward with the suitcase, calmly handing it over to Fan Liya with a smile. "As I said before, perhaps I can help you—if you speak out."