"That damned old man, I knew he was scheming something. There’s no way that old demon would be concerned for anybody else but himself." Wen Ran fumed under his breath, his anger bubbling over. He wanted to rip the door off its hinges and storm back inside, but he knew it was pointless. The protective power guarding the building was far beyond his capabilities. Trying now would only make him a laughingstock, but who knew what the future held?
I need to find Luo Feng and get my stuff back. Only then will I be able to venture outside the sect. I’ll be dead meat if I encounter the tiger without any weapons. Not to mention, I have no idea how long the journey will take. His thoughts raced, and he pressed the jade slip the old man had given him to his forehead. Instantly, a torrent of information flooded his mind—detailed descriptions of medicinal pills he needed to retrieve, their appearances, and their uses. It was an incredible way of transferring knowledge, and Wen Ran couldn’t contain his excitement.
This is amazing! No matter how advanced my world was, we never had anything like this. The person who created this, I must meet them. This kind of invention requires a genius! Wen Ran screamed in his mind, his face lighting up with awe. His sudden outburst caught the attention of passersby, who exchanged puzzled glances, thinking Wen Ran had lost his mind. A young man, grinning to himself in the middle of the day, clearly had no care for how strange he looked.
"Let’s go fast, that dude is crazy..."
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"Yeah, you’re right. I’ve never seen someone smile in such a perverted way in my life before. He gives me the creeps."
Yet Wen Ran didn’t hear their whispers. To him, this moment was filled with excitement and newfound desire. In his heart, nothing was more thrilling than cultivation and the creation of new things—things that only a few would ever truly understand.
Suddenly, Wen Ran snapped out of his reverie, noticing the eyes on him. He turned toward the tavern, where he expected to find Luo Feng. But it wasn’t his abrupt switch from a maniacal grin to a casual stride that sent a chill through the crowd. No, it was the moment they noticed the crimson color of his eyes and connected it with his hair.
"Wait, isn’t that Wen Ran, the one who provoked the Zhang brothers?"
"Yes, I believe it is him indeed. Should we report to big brother Dawei and let him know the coward has finally left his cave?"
"Of course, you idiot. Run and tell him!"
In a flash, several people began rushing through the sect, eager to spread the news that Wen Ran had finally emerged from his hiding. What Wen Ran didn’t realize was that, in that moment, he had become a sort of celebrity within the sect. While no one knew him personally, nearly everyone had heard of him. Whether it was because he had shattered the stone tablet or because he was the arrogant fool who didn’t know his place, his name had left an indelible mark. What was clear, however, was that he had caused a storm—one that would take a long time to settle.
Wen Ran casually made his way to the tavern, his footsteps deliberate as he ascended the stairs under the stunned gazes of the disciples. People couldn’t decide whether he was truly that arrogant or simply suicidal. But Wen Ran didn’t even know about the duel with Zhang Dawei; he was only focused on retrieving his belongings and leaving the sect for a while.
When he reached the top, he spotted a young man lounging in a chair, lazily snoring with a wine glass still in his hand.
"This is simply embarrassing behavior," Wen Ran muttered with a grin, raising his voice. He kicked Luo Feng off the chair, causing him to wake with a start, managing to catch himself mid-air just before his head could meet the cold wooden floor.
"Brother Wen Ran!" Luo Feng’s face lit up with a wide smile upon seeing his sworn brother. He had never imagined Wen Ran would come looking for him so soon. "What brings you here?" he asked as he pushed himself off the ground with spiritual energy, returning to a sitting position as if nothing had happened.
"You promised to bring me to retrieve my stuff. Had you forgotten already?" Wen Ran said coolly, turning to walk out. There was no question of whether Luo Feng could or would help—he acted as though Luo Feng had already become his lackey. The latter’s heart raced at Wen Ran’s boldness, sensing that the young man had something intriguing in mind. His days of boredom were over, and without hesitation, he followed behind.
"Brother, did you know you’ve become quite the celebrity in the sect? Every beauty is talking about you." Luo Feng’s smirk suggested he didn’t mean Wen Ran was popular with women, but rather that the entire sect was eagerly watching to see how things would unfold.
"How so?" Wen Ran asked, turning to look Luo Feng in the eyes. He searched for mockery, a hint of a joke, but found only sincerity—and something else, something he couldn’t quite place.
"Oh, you’ll see soon enough. Let’s go. I’ll lead you to meet Mo Liang. He’ll take you to the armory, but first, we need to retrieve your pouch from the vice sect master. Hope you’re ready to face him." Luo Feng smirked, well aware of the hatred between the two.
"Very much so," Wen Ran shot back coldly, his expression hardening as they moved forward.
There was only one person Wen Ran truly hated in the sect, and that person was the vice sect master. In his heart, Wen Ran had sworn to kill the bastard who had thrown him into prison just because he didn’t like him. The memory of that betrayal burned like a fresh wound, and he could feel that same animosity when he stepped into the vice sect master’s territory. He could almost instantly tell that he wasn’t welcome here.
Just wait until I reach the Nascent Soul realm, Wen Ran thought with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I’ll make you beg me for your life.