Reborn: The First Rank 'Madam” – C1

C1 – Blood Night

Blood, a sea of crimson staining the ground. In the obscurity of night, the acrid scent of blood permeated the air.

Dressed in a red embroidered robe, a youthful man stepped through the gates of the Zuo’s Mansion, each footstep imprinting a trail of bloody marks on the stone floor.

The blade rose and fell, claiming the life of anyone within his gaze, their demise brought about by the chilling three-foot-long ice blade.

His eyes bore a fiery red hue, his pallid complexion accentuated his unsettling appearance, while his lips took on an eerie shade of purple. He resembled a malevolent spirit, yet also seemed akin to a puppet devoid of consciousness.

“Ah...” An agitated elderly woman rushed forward, her legs buckling in terror. “Putong!” She collapsed onto the bluestone path, prostrating herself and pleading for mercy. “I beg for my life, I beg for my life...”

The man in crimson lowered his head to regard her, the extended blade poised at her head, his eyes chillingly devoid of emotion, akin to a demon’s.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

“You deserve to die too!”

The elderly woman trembled uncontrollably, gradually raising her head under the dim illumination. She could now discern the visage of the approaching figure. Her pupils contracted, and a pang of agony coursed through her as she whispered, “Lord Third...” before silently succumbing to the ground.

Within the Zuo’s Mansion hall, a once joyous and harmonious gathering had transformed into an eerie stillness, disrupted only by the measured approach of footsteps, drawing ever closer.

The man in crimson forcefully kicked open the door, instantly ushering in a biting gust of cold wind, causing those present to involuntarily shudder.

As everyone beheld the young man standing at the threshold, his long hair billowing in the wind, they were frozen in astonishment, their eyes brimming with disbelief.

“It’s you...”

“Shaoqing...”

“Lord Third...”

Zuo Shaoqing entered, his long blade stained with fresh blood. His icy gaze scanned each person’s face, and he let out a hoarse chuckle, “Well, well, it seems everyone’s gathered here...”

Master Zuo was the first to react; he slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at the unhinged young man, his voice rising, “You wretched boy! What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

“Hehe...” Zuo Shaoqing advanced toward him, a sardonic grin stretching across his pallid face, “What do you suppose, Father? While I was in hell, you all enjoyed your little heaven. I can’t just let that be.”

“And what if I did? That harlot dared to seduce the old master while I was pregnant, carrying a secret burden within her womb. Allowing her to live all these years was already a mercy!” she retorted.

Zuo Shaoqing slapped her and shouted, “Do you think Zuo Yunwen is irresistible to all women? Do you believe they’re all eager to share his bed? Back then, he was the one who thrust my mother into such a situation.”

“If it wasn’t for her...”

Zuo Shaoqing didn’t have the mood to continue listening. The Qi and blood in his body surged up, almost bursting out of his throat. He ended Mrs. Xue’s life with a single slash, then he walked up to Zuo Yunwen.

After opening Zuo Yunwen’s acupoints, Zuo Shaoqing looked at his trembling legs and sneered, “Are you scared?”

“I don’t know... Your mother, she...”

“So what if you know?” Zuo Shaoqing interrupted him, “You will kill that wicked woman for my mother? Stop joking around, what does my mother count as? It’s just an aunt, I’m not that naive.”

Zuo Yunwen closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, “It’s my fault towards your mother!”

“It’s too late to say that now...”

Zuo Yunwen’s eyes widened with fear. In his memory, this son had always been timid and frail. Despite making strides in his studies, he still lagged behind the favored eldest son.

After a six-year absence, the once introverted young man had transformed into someone resolute and ruthless, now proficient in martial arts. Was this destiny’s way of playing tricks on people?

In the past, when Mrs. Xue had proposed trading him to benefit the Zuo Family’s official prospects, he had hesitated for days before consenting. His lifelong aspiration was to elevate the Zuo Family to the pinnacle, restoring the grandeur of his grandfather’s era.

Today, his eldest son had ascended to the position of a fifth-grade Assistant Minister of Revenue, with a promising future ahead. Perhaps he could eventually reach even greater heights.

“It’s over...”

Zuo Shaoqing turned away and left the parlor, standing by the door until he heard the sound of someone collapsing.

Thunder rumbled, and a lightning bolt struck right in front of Zuo Shaoqing. He was taken aback, muttering to himself, “Patricide and matricide... was it heaven’s lightning judgment? If it wants to strike, then strike...”

Despite the agony of his reversed meridians, Zuo Shaoqing pressed on, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he moved forward with great effort.

A brilliant light descended from the heavens, piercing Zuo Shaoqing’s Baihui point. The crimson figure slowly descended, a tranquil smile gracing the corner of his lips.