NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 47: Longxue Clan
The system was still an enigma to him, a force beyond comprehension. To think something of this nature could even exist… Wen Ran could swear that not even the gods were capable of crafting such a thing. Whoever had created it was no mere cultivator, no deity—they were a genius the world had never seen.
[Time taken to complete the quest: A Rank]
[Execution: B Rank]
[Chaos: SSS Rank]
Wen Ran narrowed his eyes. A, B, SSS… What do these rankings even mean? A headache was already forming as he tried to piece it together. He could have been called a genius in his past life, but even he struggled to decipher a system so alien. Without enough data, making sense of this strange set of evaluations was impossible.
Then, the final line appeared.
[Overall Rank: S]
[Reward: High-grade Spirit Ascension Pill]
A golden light suddenly flickered into existence, hovering over his palm before solidifying into a small, unassuming wooden box. But Wen Ran's sharp instincts immediately told him otherwise. This wood… It was of a peculiar quality, unlike anything ordinary. The material alone hinted at its true purpose—this was a container designed to hold a pill of extreme potency.
His eyes gleamed, not just with excitement but with greed. A Spirit Ascension Pill… high-grade at that.
Wen Ran smirked. Now this… this is a proper reward.
Yet, he didn't immediately open the box. Instead, he tucked it into his pouch, securing it before preparing to leave.
"I'm finally free," he exhaled, his voice carrying both relief and something unspoken. His gaze drifted toward the white rabbit, and his mood soured. Of all the things, I'm stuck taking care of this useless thing now? He cursed his fate but waved his hand dismissively at Xiao Mo. "Let's go. Leave her here—she'll be fine… I guess."
For a brief moment, hesitation flickered in his mind. Is it really a good idea to leave her here, vulnerable? His instincts urged him to ensure her safety, to make sure she survived. But he shoved the thought aside, forcefully suppressing that lingering sentiment. No. Not anymore.
From today onward, he would no longer allow the ghosts of his past life, nor the attachments of this one, to dictate his actions. This was his path now—the road to immortality. Anything that sought to weigh him down, that sought to tether him to this mortal world, had no place in his heart.
Without another glance, he reached into his robes and pulled out a jade token—his spoils from the mysterious woman. Before leaving the city, he had taken his sweet time searching the corpses of the fallen cultivators, gathering a small fortune for himself. Resources, wealth, artifacts—everything he needed to mask his identity and accelerate his growth.
One rat had slipped away, but he didn't mind. The Wu Clan… I'll pay them a visit soon. Unlike the Fang Clan, which he held in utter contempt, the Wu Clan occupied a higher place in his mind. The Fang Clan was filled with hypocrites—soft, sheltered fools who had lived too many peaceful days, making them weak and easy to manipulate. He had already gauged their strength based on their so-called young master.
Pathetic.
But the Wu Clan? That was a different story. Even the Fang Clan had been terrified of them, to the point where they had planned to sell off their own mistress in hopes of forging a connection—offering her up as a bargaining chip, desperate to gain favor. A clan of cowards, drowning in their own corruption.
A complete mess.
Wen Ran smirked. All the better for me.
Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through Wen Ran's heart, as if something unseen had twisted deep inside him. A memory resurfaced, unbidden yet relentless.
Wen Zhi… my foolish brother… His eyes darkened, his steps slowing. I hope you're doing well up there, in the world of gods… because when I'm done with them…
His chest tightened, a silent war waging within him. The betrayal. The shattered bonds. The world he had once fought for, now nothing more than a distant dream. His fingers curled into a trembling fist.
I will deal with you just like I did with the rest. You wished to become a god? Fine. I never stopped you. I only hope you grew stronger… because I will not let the killer of our kind walk free. Your head will roll, and I will ensure you receive a proper burial—alongside Mother and Father, whose names have long since faded into time.
In the past, Wen Ran had loved his younger brother more than anything. To him, Wen Zhi was not just family—he was his closest friend, his trusted partner in battle. Together, they had been unstoppable, a force that stood against the heavens themselves, rising up to challenge the gods in a desperate attempt to protect the world they cherished. But somewhere along the way, that bond had been severed.
His brother had chosen the easy path.
Instead of striving for true strength, he had abandoned everything.
Wen Ran's form faded into the horizon, leaving behind only the burning ruins of the city—a silent graveyard of destruction and death. Days later, news of the massacre spread like wildfire. The entire region was thrown into chaos as clan after clan sent their experts to verify the truth.
Yet, among them, one clan's presence stood above the rest.
They arrived like an omen, an overwhelming force that silenced even the strongest cultivators. Their very presence exuded dominance. Eyes gleaming like those of a lizard, their gazes swept across the land with cold, predatory intensity. Their robust frames pulsed with powerful vitality, their sheer aura alone sending waves of fear through those who dared stand near.
The azure robes they wore shimmered with an embroidered name—one that struck dread into the hearts of all who beheld it: Longxue Clan.
The people around quickly fled to the sides, their fear palpable as they dared not stay near the new arrivals. In their minds, the treasures of the broken clan weren't worth the risk of their lives. They would rather escape with their lives intact and return to their loved ones than face the unknown dangers lurking here.
One thing was certain to everyone present: Longxue Clan was unstoppable, and anyone who crossed their path would meet a tragic and brutal end.