Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

The entire hall seemed to freeze in time, the silence so thick that every breath could be heard echoing through the room. However, not everyone wore a shocked expression. The vice sect master clenched his fists, his face hardening. To him, this was a humiliation he could not endure. Now, he finally understood why the sect master had taken such an interest in this boy.

His eyes narrowed, and a deep hatred began to fester within him. It wasn't just jealousy—he recognized the admiration in the girl's eyes. She was a talent he had hoped to guide, to claim as his own accomplishment. Yet now, he saw the pure admiration in her gaze. Her eyes shone like gems, revealing clearly that she had feelings for Wen Ran. That realization was a blow to him, something that would make everything much more difficult.

The vice sect master's mind raced with dark thoughts, his heart filled with vengeance. I can't let this go on... he thought, seething with anger. He quickly devised a plan, the only way he could regain control of the situation. If something starts between them, I'll lock her away in closed cultivation. She won't be able to interfere when the time comes to eliminate Wen Ran. And when I do, I'll make an example of him. A public execution that will solidify my position. The sect master is old, it's my turn now.

From the side, anyone watching could see the vice sect master's body tremble with rage. His eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead as he struggled to control his fury. His thoughts were consumed with hatred, determination, and greed.

Wen Ran, however, cursed himself and the system, feeling the weight of his situation. This was a huge mistake, he lamented, I should have known better. I've made a fool of myself coming here. Is it because I've been reincarnated into this new body? Or is it because I've been dead for too long? The uncertainty gnawed at him. I've never made such a mistake in my past life… something is off. I'm being influenced, but by who or what...?

Then Wen Ran's eyes shot wide open, and something within him exploded even more, sending the remaining spiritual energy into the tablet. It was as if the artifact had become ravenous for his power, the crimson mist starting to spin and swirl around it.

"What is going on?!" someone exclaimed, feeling their own spiritual energy suddenly being drained.

"My strength is being sucked out of me! What... have you done?" Suddenly, all eyes were on Wen Ran. Panic began to spread like wildfire, growing rapidly and spiraling out of control.

"This is not my doing..." Wen Ran muttered softly, but the words barely reached anyone over the escalating chaos. His gaze remained fixed on the stone tablet, a mixture of wonder and growing panic washing over him.

The stone tablet began to shake and glow with golden light. Crack! A loud snap echoed throughout the hall, sending a chill down the spine of every person present. The vice sect master rushed toward Wen Ran, trying to forcefully remove his hand from the tablet, but before he could act, a wave of mysterious energy shot out from the tablet, knocking him into the wall. The energy was so powerful that it immediately knocked most of the people unconscious.

The pulsating energy spread across the entire sect. Crack! Crack! More fissures appeared on the surface of the stone tablet, and at that moment, Wen Ran felt that familiar sensation growing stronger within him.

Damn it all! His thoughts raced as his palm seemed stuck to the tablet. I feel as if I'll be sucked dry, and death will be the least of my concerns... He could see the terrified expressions of the seniors and the vice sect master in the room. All of them were horrified—this priceless treasure was cracking, and it might shatter right in front of them, all because of this junior who had appeared out of nowhere.

If this were his sect, Wen Ran thought, he'd curse fate for bringing someone like him here.

"Junior! Stop whatever you are doing this instant, or I will have to execute you on the spot!" The middle-aged man roared, sweat pouring down his face. He knew that any blame for this disaster would fall squarely on him, and the sect master would surely punish him for it, so it was no surprise that he was terrified.

"You old dog, do you think I'm doing this on purpose? Are you a great expert or not? How about you actually help this junior and stop this? After all, it's your sect's treasure that malfunctioned!" Wen Ran didn't hold back with his words. Two could play this game of blame, and since he was already resigned to his fate, he might as well have a little fun with it.

"Y-y-you..." The middle-aged man was stunned, feeling as though Wen Ran had slapped him across the face. No junior had ever dared speak to him in such a manner.

"What, you?!" Wen Ran retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You old dog, this is all your fault! I said I wanted a different way to test my talent!" He went on the offensive, but in truth, he was barely holding on. His spiritual energy was almost fully depleted, and he was growing dizzy. It wouldn't be long before he passed out.

But before their verbal fight could continue, a final, resounding crack echoed through the hall. At that moment, the stone tablet split in two, crashing to the ground. However, before it hit the floor, something rushed into Wen Ran, causing him to silently scream in pain. It was a sensation only he could feel and see, but every person still standing in the room felt a pang of agony in their hearts as they watched their sect's precious treasure being destroyed by this mysterious youth.

The room fell into stunned silence.