While Wen Ran was lost in the intoxicating thrill of his new power, Luo Feng’s heart pounded wildly. His suspicions had already begun to take root in the elder hall when he saw the faint demonic aura around Wen Ran. At first, he had dismissed it—after all, Wen Ran was calm, composed, and his mind worked just as well as anyone else’s. He wasn’t like the power-hungry demonic cultivators Luo Feng had seen, who were easily recognizable by their arrogance and irritation. Most of them wore their malice like a badge, making it clear from the start who and what they were. Only those at the highest levels of power, those who could disguise their true nature, could trick others into believing they were righteous cultivators.
Now, standing before him, was living proof of that.
So he is indeed what I suspected. Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Wen Ran with new clarity. Someone who has stepped onto the forbidden path... But what’s truly curious is that he’s so perfectly in control of himself. He doesn’t act like the others. He’s calm, methodical, and his foundation... it’s strong—far stronger than anyone his age should be. What other secrets does he hide?
Luo Feng couldn’t help but wonder. The more he thought about it, the more intrigued he became. Wen Ran wasn’t the first person in their sect who walked a dangerous path, but there was something uniquely compelling about him. Strangely, he reminds me of the sect master. Both of them—so mysterious. Both of them seem to operate on a level most can’t understand.
Luo Feng’s heart remained calm, and as the realization settled, he couldn’t suppress a surge of excitement. He had always found the world more thrilling when the stakes were high. Wen Ran’s demonic cultivation didn’t bother him. If anything, it made the situation more interesting. This makes things much more fun. Luo Feng grinned inwardly. I want to see how far Wen Ran can take this power. How much further can he grow?
He wasn’t naive enough to ignore the dangers of cultivating the demonic path, however. There were only a few demonic cultivators who ever reached the level of powerhouses. The righteous cultivators were always watching, always on guard, fearing the day the demonic cultivators would rise up and overthrow them. It was a delicate balance, one that could tip in either direction.
But me? Luo Feng’s confidence settled over him like a warm blanket. I’m powerful enough to defend myself from anyone at my level, at least for now. I don’t fear Wen Ran’s rise. In fact, I’m excited to see how he challenges the world around him.
Luo Feng’s gaze didn’t leave Wen Ran as he held the Crimson Whisper Blade high, the weapon gleaming in the light. His snow-white hair cascaded down his back like a sheet of silk, and the crimson blade in his hands seemed to pulse with a dark energy, making him appear almost otherworldly—like the devil himself. For the first time, Luo Feng understood the weight of Wen Ran’s promise.
Now I truly believe it. Luo Feng’s heart swelled with both respect and exhilaration. Wen Ran might actually be able to fulfill his promise in six months. This isn’t just about power anymore. It’s about who he will become. And I can’t wait to see it.
Luo Feng couldn’t help but feel that, in some strange way, their paths were now intertwined. The thrill of seeing Wen Ran rise to greatness—and maybe even become a rival—was something Luo Feng looked forward to more than anything.
From an outsider’s perspective, if anyone looked at Luo Feng in that moment, they might’ve mistaken his heavy breathing for something far more sinister. His gaze was fixed on Wen Ran, his expression flushed with excitement and awe. But despite Luo Feng’s intentions not being rooted in anything romantic, his obsession with Wen Ran had started to evolve into something far more complex. His mind swirled with the idea of seeing Wen Ran’s power grow, seeing him wreak havoc on the world, and that twisted excitement filled him with a strange sense of fulfillment.
He’ll turn this world upside down, Luo Feng thought, his chest tightening with a mixture of awe and fascination. And I’ll be there to watch it. He’s not just any cultivator—he’s something else entirely.
But Wen Ran, oblivious to the storm of thoughts raging in Luo Feng’s mind, was completely absorbed in the blade in his hand. His focus was unwavering as he examined the Crimson Whisper Blade. It hummed with power, sending a thrill of energy through his body, but it also left him with a sense of wonder. Just what kind of thing is hiding inside my dantian? he thought. What makes it so easy to subdue an artifact of this level?
His mind raced, trying to make sense of the power coursing through him. If I’m not wrong… Wen Ran mused, this looks like a Spirit Refinement-level sword. Perhaps it even has the potential to grow stronger beyond that.
His heart resonated with the blade, an instinctual, almost spiritual connection that went beyond mere possession. The blade didn’t feel like an object to him; it felt alive, as if it recognized him, as if it had chosen him. Though he couldn’t deny the reluctance that accompanied this bond—after all, a weapon that powerful was never without its dangers—he could sense its potential. It was a strange mix of power and resistance, yet undeniably, it was his.
The blade vibrated softly in his grip, as if in response to his thoughts, to his very being. The communication between them was subtle, but it was there. Wen Ran had achieved what few others ever could: a perfect understanding of the Dao of the sword. The essence of the weapon was woven into his soul, and he, in turn, understood the blade’s every curve, every edge, every weight. He wasn’t just holding a sword; he was one with it.
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This connection, this mastery, was what made Wen Ran confident. As long as he held this weapon in his hand, there was no doubt in his mind that he would never lose in a one-on-one fight.
Luo Feng, standing on the sidelines, couldn’t help but watch in awe, oblivious to his own reaction. The transformation in Wen Ran was becoming more evident by the second, and he realized—whether he liked it or not—that he was witnessing something extraordinary. His excitement, almost bordering on obsession, continued to grow, and the pull of Wen Ran’s power was something he could never have predicted. But for now, his focus was entirely on the young man holding the sword, his heart filled with anticipation for what was to come.
Damn it, I want to follow him! And I shall do that, even if I die doing so! Luo Feng’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched Wen Ran, completely absorbed in the sword, radiating an aura of power that seemed to transcend everything around him.