Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

Chapter 109: Robbing Luo Feng in Broad Daylight
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Despite Luo Feng’s intense obsession with him, Wen Ran had no plans of gathering followers—at least not in this life. His mind was set, his path clear. He was destined to walk alone, his heart consumed by the pursuit of revenge. No one, not even a sworn brother like Luo Feng, could change that. The only thing that mattered now was power, strength, and the ability to crush those who had wronged him.

As he stood there, the Crimson Whisper Blade in his hands, Wen Ran swung it a few times, testing its weight, its balance, and its power. The air around him crackled with the force of his movements, the crimson aura swirling like death itself. There was something almost unnatural about it—the aura felt like it was alive, hungry, as if it carried the very essence of destruction within it. It was strange, considering that someone at the Spirit Flow stage shouldn’t have been able to manifest such an intense force. But here he was, wielding it with ease.

"Brother Wen Ran, congratulations! This sword is amazing. With this weapon in your hands, you’ll be invincible under the heavens!" Luo Feng’s voice rang out, a smirk on his face, though his praise was laced with playful sarcasm. His tone was teasing, as if trying to rile Wen Ran up, but beneath it, there was a hint of admiration—or was it something else?

"Yeah, thank you..." Wen Ran responded without much care. His eyes never left the sword, his focus entirely on the weapon. The world around him seemed to fade as he tested its power. The blade felt perfect in his hands, not just in its weight but in the way it responded to his will. Every swing sent a surge of excitement through him. He could already picture himself slaying gods and devils with it, carving a path of destruction in his wake. It was a weapon forged for someone with his purpose, his fury, and his ambition.

As he swung it again, Wen Ran could feel something deeper—something special about the sword. It wasn’t just any weapon. It was made from a rare, almost mythical material. He could sense the connection between them, as if the sword was made specifically for him, forged to channel his power and amplify it.

But amid the rush of excitement, a thought lingered at the back of his mind. This is mine, and no one else’s. I don’t need anyone else. The promise of revenge was too all-consuming for him to let anything or anyone, distract him. His path would always be one of solitude, a lone warrior moving through a world that had wronged him. No followers, no alliances. Just me and my sword.

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Luo Feng’s words barely registered in his mind as he continued testing the blade, but deep down, Wen Ran knew that the more powerful he became, the more people would try to follow, to attach themselves to him. It doesn’t matter, he thought with quiet determination. I will walk this path alone, no matter what, but abusing some fools is also important. He smirked and let the sword’s aura wash over him.

I can feel something extraordinary nearby…

It was as if the sword had spoken to him. A strange pull, an almost magnetic force, seemed to emanate from the room beyond. Wen Ran’s instincts flared, compelling him to move. Without hesitation, he pushed past Luo Feng, who had yet to realize what was happening. The urgency in Wen Ran’s movements was palpable, his body brimming with a quiet energy that made his pulse race. His mind was focused on whatever was hidden behind that door.

Luo Feng, still puzzled, scrambled to follow. He couldn’t understand why Wen Ran, so calm moments ago, was now acting with such haste. But as he caught up, he noticed something else, something he hadn’t seen before. The greed in Wen Ran’s eyes was unmistakable, and despite his attempts to conceal it, it shone through. His face was flushed with excitement, a look of hunger barely contained beneath his calm exterior.

Luo Feng’s keen perception caught it immediately. Wen Ran’s found something, something worth his attention. No doubt about it. He understood now that this was no longer about just the sword, it was about something greater or at least similar. He could see clearly how much Wen Ran was drawn to it, and that intensity was enough to keep Luo Feng intrigued.

After I figure out what he found, I will go to the top floor. I could use a new weapon for myself too, Luo Feng thought with a smirk. It’s been too long...He clenched his old sword and a warm smile rose on his lips.

The tall door stood before Wen Ran like a silent sentinel, but as Wen Ran looked at it, the weight of his desire grew heavier. He could feel the room beyond it beckoning to him, and his eyes sharpened with focus.

Luo Feng, still trying to catch up to the whirlwind that was Wen Ran, noticed a strange inscription by the door, an intricate carving that glimmered faintly in the dim light. The words etched into the stone sent a jolt through him.

One million spirit stones to enter.

Luo Feng couldn’t help but gape at the price. One million? He had heard of such places before, but never imagined his sworn brother would actually consider entering one. Don’t tell me he’s secretly loaded.

"Brother Wen Ran—!?" Luo Feng rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But then, for a moment, he swore he saw something behind Wen Ran, an illusion, but it looked like a fox tail, wagging mischievously. Find adventures on freewebnovel

Wen Ran turned to him, his face a mask of innocence. "Ah, brother Luo Feng, I just remembered. You said you’d buy me something from this place, right?" His tone was almost playful, but there was an edge to it. "Such an honorable expert as you wouldn’t go back on his word, now would you?"

Luo Feng stood frozen for a moment, staring at Wen Ran in disbelief. A wave of irritation and disbelief surged through him, so intense that he almost choked on his breath.

This brat... He could practically feel the heat rise in his chest. Does he think I’m just some walking money bag? Luo Feng clenched his fists, but then, with a deep sigh, he forced the words out. "You—" He cut himself off, reminding himself that he’d made the promise. This brat is going to be the death of me.

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