Rebirth of MC

That night, as he walks on the road bringing him away from the village, he has already thought about where he will go next. Travelling on foot for an entire day, he reaches V City's downtown area at eight in the morning. This half year of cultivating, his physique has strengthened admirably to the point of not feeling at all exhausted even after walking non-stop for a whole day. Immediately, he searches for a place where he can surf the Internet in order to check what happened to his arrest warrant in the time he was isolated from the world.

However, as soon as he accesses the military website, he gloomily discovers not only is it still circling on the internet, his value has increased to three million.

Although it is now difficult for someone to rile him up thanks to his cultivation, it still doesn't stop Huo Zaiyuan from cursing a blue streak in his heart.

Who exactly is the one trying to pin him down ah?!

Shutting down the computer, Huo Zaiyuan's eyes narrow slightly as he abruptly recalls the five black tracking strips he still possesses that are currently sitting in his space. The exact strips he personally peeled off the cash he withdrew from the bank all those months ago.

Hmph, since that unknown person wants to pester him even in death, then he will not hesitate to play a little game of hide-and-seek with said person.

Shouldering his bag, putting on his cap, he directly heads for the train station and buys a ticket for U City. Entering the departure gates, he takes out the five black strips and randomly sticks them on the luggage of unsuspecting people waiting for the train to arrive. Job done, he leaves the departure hall.

Back at the ticket stand, he buys another ticket for Z City, this one an economy-class ticket. As one doesn't need identification to buy an economy-class ticket, it would be nigh on impossible for the person tracking him to find out if he made a purchase, and which City he is heading to.

In any case, the apocalypse is still four months away. In these four months, he is prepared to find a quiet and peaceful place to bunker down within Z City and focus on cultivating more.

Once the end of the world comes about, then that pesky arrest warrant would be dust in the air.

Grumbling in his heart, Huo Zaiyuan depressingly laments that all because of one troublesome warrant hanging over his head, he is actually reduced to wishing for the apocalypse to come quickly. Looks like he is nearly going insane.

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A City's Military District

A lanky figure flashes past at high-speed, a clenched fist lashing out, slamming heavily into the opponent who had thrown himself forward. In the next moment, a large, muscled man is sent flying away. Immediately following his descent to the ground, the lanky figure twists at the waist, both hands braced on the ground as he flips into a handstand. Those long legs snap open in a windmill, throwing men standing within range away with a strong kick to the stomach one after another.

"Nono more. I yield. Boss, if I keep getting smacked down by you, this one's face will really be reduced to a pulp." A soldier sporting a swollen cheek courtesy of a heel to the face protests loudly.

It's been half a year. Ever since their Lord Captain[1] got chased out his home's door by the Commander-in-chief for reasons unknown, he has been nesting in this district, daily tormenting and throwing around this group of pitiful soldiers.

Their A City's Military District is house to thirty companies, and their Lord Captain has taken pleasure in picking one company of soldiers every day. So long as a company is chosen by him, it is a guarantee that every member of said company will be full of injuries and bedridden for at least a week. On top of that, there is a high possibility of being selected again next month. Every day for the past six months, the soldiers in this district have been living a nerve-wracking life.

"Not fighting anymore? This boss is still unsatisfied. You dare say you yield, has your courage become bigger?" A sword eyebrow twitches, Long Zhanye's face radiating displeasure.

"No no nothis one ab - ab - absolutely doesn't mean it like that." Upon seeing the dark expression on his superior's face, the soldier is frightened to the point of nearly getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness.

Their Lord Long may be handsome and refined in appearance, but whenever he is displeasedhe becomes a demon king who terrifies all who lay eyes on him.

As soon as he sees the horrifying demon king stepping leisurely in his direction, the poor soldier quakes in his boots from sheer terror. But at that moment, a loud yell equivalent to the thundering of the heavens sounded.

"Boss! The "escaped criminal" whom you issued a warrant for have re-surfaced!"

The Long Zhanye who originally already carefully planned a way to take care of the terrified soldier suddenly freezes, sexy thin lips pursed lightly, the corners of his mouth hooking upwards.

Half a year. That little devil unexpectedly managed to hide for half a year before re-surfacing again. This time, he absolutely must catch that person. Or else he, Long Zhanye's face, wherever will he place it[2]!!

Author's Notes: Fufufuthe little gong has finally exploded

Footnotes:

[1] The words are "" which in historical context is used to address court officials. In this case, I'll just use "Lord" since it's a one-off thing. Think of it as having a "-sama" tagged on after a title, like "captain-sama/taicho-sama".

[2] In other words, it means he will lose face. Or he will not be able to show his face to others.