Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

The group sneakily followed after Wen Ran, and soon what started as just a few people grew into a crowd of at least a hundred, making Wen Ran wonder if they were a group of idiots or just had nothing better to do with their time. Soon, his eyes met a tall building, the inside of which seemed to bustle with life. His gaze quickly landed on the middle-aged man and the young woman standing face to face. The man was staring at the golden text in the air, his eyes wide with shock.

"High-grade heavenly talent, everything is high grade... Where did you come from? This talent… it hasn't been seen on our continent in the past ten thousand years…" The man was genuinely shocked and ecstatic, his smile unwavering as he looked at Feng Yulan as if she were the most expensive piece of jade. With her in our sect, we'll rise quickly. No… with this junior, we will become the strongest sect on the continent, perhaps even in the entire world... In his heart, he had already decided to give her the best resources to help her grow.

"Junior greets the vice sect master," the bald man, who resembled a battle monk, bowed in respect to the man, and soon the man's gaze shifted to Wen Ran. His smile faltered.

It's this brat… The sect master seems to have a lot of faith in him, huh? Let's see how he compares to this talent I've found! The vice sect master hated Wen Ran, and Wen Ran's sharp eyes didn't miss the slight shift in the man's expression. Wen Ran could have sworn he felt a tinge of killing intent radiating from the middle-aged man. In that moment, he swore to himself to eliminate this threat. If there's killing intent now, it means this man will make things difficult for me on purpose.

"Ah, the boy named Wen Ran," the vice sect master said, bowing slightly to Wen Ran. This caused everyone to fall into stunned silence. They instantly thought the vice sect master had placed this youngster in even higher regard than the girl with the world-shaking talent. But of course, he had done so on purpose. He wanted to humiliate the one the sect master favored so much. The envy in his heart had already clouded his judgment, and now Wen Ran found himself in a difficult situation.

Even the vice sect master was amazed by Feng Yulan's talent. Their eyes met, and she blushed, quickly looking away from him. But in Wen Ran's heart, he understood the situation all too well. This old dog, just wait until the day I reach your level. You'll bow before me then.

"Come, come junior, everyone has already finished their talent test; it's your turn now," the vice sect master directed, pointing towards the stone tablet. In an instant, Wen Ran felt a mysterious connection to the tablet, as though he had seen it before. He quickly shook the thought off—his world had been destroyed, and even if something similar had existed in his original world, it would be impossible for it to exist in this world, which was so far removed from his own.

"What do I do?" Wen Ran asked respectfully, bowing to the middle-aged man.

"Just place your hand on the tablet and channel your spiritual power into it. It will show us your talent and potential."

Wen Ran cursed in his heart. This is not good... He knew he was screwed. If he went through with it, he would expose his secrets. System, if you're listening to me, you must help me—this is no joke! I need you to somehow mask my talent. But no matter how much Wen Ran cursed in his mind, he couldn't get any answer from the system. He hesitated, and before his hand could reach the tablet, he pulled it away.

"Senior, is this the only way to test my talent?" he asked, his voice steady, though the crowd gasped. They couldn't believe their ears. Someone was actually questioning the trial? Since the founding of the sect, no one had ever dared do such a thing.

"Are you questioning the ancient way of testing talents? Do you think you're so high and mighty, junior?" The vice sect master sneered. "You'd better quickly proceed with the test, or I'll have no choice but to kick you out and cripple your foundation. This place is not one where you can come and go as you please. Once you enter this realm, your fate is sealed. You either join us as a junior brother or remain a cripple and servant—your choice." He grinned maliciously, taking pleasure in the chance to humiliate Wen Ran. If the sect master complained, he would just blame it all on the boy.

"I wouldn't dare, senior," Wen Ran shook his head and pressed his palm against the stone tablet. The moment he did, he could feel something rush into him, scanning his entire body. Without his control, the three rivers in his dantian nearly dried up, and almost all of his spiritual energy rushed into the tablet. It shook uncontrollably, creating a brilliant crimson display. The crimson mist began to spread from the tablet, soon filling the entire room with red fog. Every person felt their soul being suppressed by this energy. It felt divine, possessing a power greater than their own, and even the vice sect master felt himself being suppressed for some reason. He shook it off as a malfunction of the tablet.

Suddenly, the crimson text exploded in the air, burning like flames.

"Ah, look!" someone in the crowd shouted. "Only a low-grade earthly spirit root, but the talent... his talent is..."

Every person in the room felt as if their hearts were about to leap from their chests. Wen Ran cursed the system for not masking his talent. He knew that today he would either die or become the talk of the sect for many years to come.

"Immeasurable talent! This has never happened in the history of this world!"