Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

"Any information on which clan is responsible for this?" A young man, no older than fourteen or fifteen, asked in a calm, measured tone. His footsteps were light as he walked through the charred remains of the city, his expression unreadable amidst the desolation.

Beside him, a man bowed deeply, his demeanor reverent, his words carefully chosen. "Young Master, we have searched the entire area and questioned the nearby clans. There is no clear information on what could have provoked the conflict. However, some witnesses mentioned dark clouds shrouding the skies on the day of the massacre—an omen of something unusual. It may have been related to the battle if the lightning tribulation was powerful enough."

The young man shook his head. "No…"

He could still smell the thick scent of blood in the air, the lingering trace of something far more sinister. His sharp gaze swept across the ruins, his instincts screaming that this was no ordinary battle. "It might have been a trigger, but this was the work of a man, not the heavens."

Taking a deep breath, he straightened his posture, standing firm like an unshakable pillar. Even without an overt display of force, his mere presence was enough to remind those around him of his terrifying strength.

Suddenly, a ragged figure stumbled toward them—a beggar, clothes tattered, face smeared with filth. The man dropped to his knees, hands outstretched in desperation. "I-I have information… I know who might have been behind this! I-I'll tell you… if you pay me." His voice trembled, but his eyes burned with expectation as he looked up at them, waiting for their answer.

"Speak," the young man commanded, his voice soft yet laced with an unmistakable authority. "I will reward you based on the value of your information."

The beggar's eyes lit up, his lips curling into a wide grin.

"It was the Wu Clan! I swear on my life! I saw two of their young masters flee the city on the day of the disaster… and after it was over, a young man with white hair and a white rabbit left as well."

"Oh?" The young man's brows arched slightly, his smile widening. "And where is this young man now?"

The beggar swallowed, his excitement dimming under the weight of that gaze. "I-I have no idea… He went south—"

Before he could finish, his head exploded into a gruesome mist of blood and bone. A single slap from the young master had obliterated him where he knelt.

"Here's your reward." His voice was calm, indifferent, as he glanced down at the lifeless corpse. Then, without a shred of hesitation, he turned to his subordinates. "Send men to the Wu Clan. Find me that white-haired youth."

A chilling silence fell over the gathered experts. The weight of his command sent shivers down their spines, yet none dared to question it.

"How intriguing…" the young man murmured to himself, his smirk deepening as he turned away, leaving the ruined town behind.

A young man with white hair and a white rabbit made their way through the vast mountain range, the world around them bursting with life. The air was crisp, the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers filling their lungs. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting golden rays upon the lush greenery, making the entire place feel like a hidden paradise.

"This isn't bad at all," Wen Ran mused as he climbed up a jagged cliff, his gaze sweeping across the endless valley below. The towering trees, the mist-covered peaks, the sheer tranquility of it all—it reminded him of his past world, stirring a rare sense of nostalgia in his heart. Nature… this is the greatest treasure of all.

Meanwhile, the rabbit, Xiao Mo, darted from tree to tree, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air, clearly more interested in finding something to eat than admiring the scenery. Wen Ran paid her no mind. The two had been traveling for five days now, steadily putting distance between themselves and the Fang Clan's territory. He had no intention of lingering anywhere for too long—not until he was strong enough to crush those who stood in his way.

I need a place to lay low for a long time, Wen Ran thought. I believe there will be a lot of people coming after me if the news of my abilities spreads like wildfire. At that time, I won't have a place to hide under the heavens. Well, hell might be a nice place... He laughed at himself.

His fingers idly traced the smooth surface of a jade token in his hand. The intricate carvings embedded on its surface bore the name of a sect—one that exuded dominance even in mere words.

"Heaven Shattering Sect…" Wen Ran muttered under his breath.

The name alone carried immense weight, a promise of power and destruction. A place where the weak perish and the strong thrive.

A smirk tugged at his lips. Perfect. If he was going to lay low, it wouldn't be in some backwater village—it would be in the heart of a powerful sect, where he could sharpen his fangs in preparation for the battles ahead.

Wen Ran followed the directions scribbled on a small piece of cloth he had found inside the woman's spatial bag. Among the many items he had looted, these notes stood out—there were several of them, all pointing to the same location. If his guess was right, that woman had been a recruiter for the sect. That's why she risked her life to recruit me.

A smirk tugged at his lips. How convenient. He would use this as his excuse to infiltrate the Heaven Shattering Sect.

Of course, he had no intention of exposing his true cultivation path. That would be reckless. Instead, he had already decided—he would pose as a sword cultivator.

Sword cultivators were seen as prodigies, known for their dedication and mastery over the blade. To the world, they were battle maniacs who spent their lives refining their swordsmanship, honing their skills to perfection. And for Wen Ran, it was the perfect disguise.