Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

Wen Ran's heart began to race, pounding violently in his chest as he sifted through the pouch. The Spirit Convergence Bracelet—his most important tool for cultivation—was gone. His pulse quickened as the weight of his fear settled in. That bracelet wasn't just an artifact; it was the key to his future, a treasure so powerful that, if discovered, it could shatter the world. It was irreplaceable. His thoughts spiraled into panic, his biggest fear now coming to life: Had the Vice Sect Master figured out how to use it? He clenched his fists, the thought of it almost too much to bear. At his current power level, retrieving it would be nearly impossible.

"Junior, is everything okay?" The middle-aged woman's voice cut through his turmoil, her eyes narrowing in concern. She noticed the change in his expression, his face twisting as if he had tasted something bitter. However, she misjudged the severity of the situation. In her mind, if something had been taken from the pouch, it was likely an insignificant item—perhaps a family heirloom or a small mountain of spiritual stones, things easily replaceable by the sect. She thought nothing of it, certain the sect could compensate for whatever had been lost. Little did she know that the treasures stolen were far more than just trinkets.

Not only had the Spirit Convergence Bracelet been taken, but the Heaven Shattering Manual and several elixirs were gone as well. Worse still, Wen Ran had secretly accumulated a fortune in spiritual stones far beyond what could be considered a mere small mountain—he was secretly wealthy beyond anyone's knowledge.

But none of this reached his ears. His mind was consumed with a burning, pure hatred that lit a fire deep within his chest. I will kill him, Wen Ran thought, his grip tightening as the fury surged through him. No... I will torture him until he begs me to end his life, and even then, I'll make sure he dies slowly, painfully. How dare a mere trash like him steal from me?

The anger roiled in him, becoming a storm that threatened to tear him apart. This will not do. No. I will end this entire sect if it means getting back what is mine.

His thoughts grew darker, the desire for revenge clouding his judgment. The pain of the loss twisted into an obsession, and Wen Ran knew, deep down, that nothing—nothing—would stop him from reclaiming what had been taken.

Wen Ran's eyes blazed with an intense, murderous aura, and it radiated outward, suffocating the space around him. The killing intent that emanated from him was not the crude, impulsive rage of an unseasoned fighter—it was the cold, calculated intent of someone who had walked through countless battles, each one layering death upon his soul. Despite his current body not possessing the experience of a seasoned warrior, Wen Ran's soul—an ancient treasure he had brought from the world now lost to the cosmos—was the true source of this terrifying power.

The choking energy hit the middle-aged woman and Luo Feng with the force of a tidal wave. The moment the pressure descended upon them, they collapsed to their knees, their eyes wide with sheer terror. They couldn't comprehend where this overwhelming force had come from, or how a junior with so little cultivation could produce such a suffocating killing intent. They trembled, unable to stand before the power of a mere junior.

"B-brother... please... calm yourself down..." Luo Feng's voice was strained, speaking through gritted teeth, but Wen Ran didn't seem to hear him. The fury in his chest drowned out all other thoughts. The sudden disturbance reverberated through the building, and it quickly captured the attention of the other six elders, even the Vice Sect Master—who had been seething behind the closed doors.

All of them could feel their legs weaken, and the source of the power pressing down on them was something they thought only the Sect Master could produce. Yet, there was something different about it—more powerful, more seasoned, as if it had been forged over countless lifetimes.

Enemy attack? The thought flashed through all of their minds simultaneously. It was the only explanation they could muster.

But the one who caused this turmoil didn't pause or falter. Wen Ran, with his eyes nearly blank from the rage he felt, moved forward, walking with purpose toward the Vice Sect Master's location. A terrifying coldness enveloped him, a rage so consuming that he had not felt since the last battle of his world. The humiliation he had suffered in the loss of his possessions burned deep within him, and he knew—if he didn't retrieve them today, the world would soon turn against him. Every enemy he had would hunt him down, and the one who stole from him would pay.

The wooden floor beneath his feet cracked as he took each step. The sound was not the crack of spiritual energy or raw physical power—it was the overwhelming force of his soul, awakened by the consuming fire of rage. This power, normally accessible only to those in the Nascent Soul stage, surged from within him. It was a power that could destroy everything in its path, but it came at a price—one Wen Ran was more than willing to pay. He knew the consequences. He knew that unleashing this force could cripple him or even cost him his life. But at this moment, none of that mattered. He was consumed by rage, and his target was no other than the Vice Sect Master.

"Come out, you old dog, and offer your head to me." Wen Ran's voice was soft, but the intensity, the chilling aura of his words, sent a wave of fear through the six elders standing before the door. They couldn't comprehend why this junior—this mere boy—had the ability to invoke such terror. They didn't even dare look at the figure approaching them, too afraid to acknowledge the power that was about to crash into them.

They had no idea it was just a junior at the Spirit Flow stage. All they knew was that the suffocating presence before them was something far beyond what they had ever expected to face.