The two men exchanged surprised glances, their shock evident. They had not expected the young, arrogant "monkey" to actually accept the challenge. Wen Ran, however, had only been testing the waters at first, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that his provocation had worked. He’d planned to rile the man up a little, and now that his challenge was in place, he might as well show Zhang Dawei just how dangerous it was to underestimate him. With Luo Feng by his side, he had nothing to fear.
I’ve slain gods from east to west, Wen Ran thought, his lips curling into a smile. And some junior dares to aim for my life? I’ll make sure to humiliate him so badly that he’ll be begging for his mommy to come save him.
His crimson eyes gleamed beneath the rays of the sun, burning with a fierce intensity. For a moment, he looked every bit like an immortal demon, watching his prey with an unwavering gaze. As Zhang Dawei turned to walk away, the words of their impending battle hung heavily in the air, and Wen Ran knew—he would not let this threat go unanswered.
"So, what do you say?" Luo Feng suddenly spoke, his gaze still fixed on Zhang Dawei’s retreating figure. "You think you can beat him in a fair fight?" His voice held a note of challenge, yet there was also a hint of concern. "You must know he’s realms above you. Catching up to him in half a year is close to impossible. Not to mention, he’s a genius—one who can rival even me."
The last words came out with an undeniable arrogance, but it was an arrogance backed by undeniable strength. Luo Feng’s confidence wasn’t just bravado—it was grounded in his own extraordinary abilities, and he knew it.
Wen Ran could feel the competitive fire burning inside him, fierce and unrelenting, like a raging hellfire. He knew that if he didn’t channel it, it would consume him whole. The desire to prove himself, to close the gap, was something he could not ignore.
"What do you think?" Wen Ran asked, his voice more thoughtful than direct. He didn’t answer Luo Feng’s question right away because he was more curious about Luo Feng’s opinion. He wanted to know how much the older expert already understood about his abilities, how much he had perceived from their time together.
Luo Feng didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back against the building wall, his posture casual, almost lazy. His eyes, however, were sharp as they studied Wen Ran. His smug expression never wavered, but it was unclear what exactly he was thinking, what conclusions he was drawing. In that silence, it felt as if the air itself was thick with unspoken understanding between them.
A few moments passed in silence, as though the two of them might stand frozen in that spot forever. Then, Luo Feng sighed, the sound heavy with unspoken thoughts. He gave Wen Ran a firm pat on the shoulder, a gesture that said everything without a word. That single pat was enough to convey his opinion—he didn’t believe Wen Ran had any real chance against Zhang Dawei.
Wen Ran instantly understood, and while a part of him felt a sharp pang of disappointment, he refused to accept it. He wouldn’t believe that someone from the junior leagues below him could suddenly rise to power in such a short time. Especially against a genius like Zhang Dawei, whose growth rate was astronomical. Who knew? Zhang Dawei could easily break through to another realm in half a year. It was a gamble only a few madmen would take—and Wen Ran was one of them.
He trusted himself, maybe a little too much, but that was who he was. If he couldn’t beat Zhang Dawei, then he would just abandon the sect and run. No big deal. He wasn’t one to be boxed in by anyone, not by a sect, not by an enemy. Life was full of opportunities, and he would carve his own path, no matter what.
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Wen Ran quickly followed after Luo Feng, the two of them making their way to a small, palace-like building. It was a striking structure, built from stone and wood, exuding an ancient aura that could not have developed in just a few years. Wen Ran, ever the perceptive observer, could tell at a glance that this building had stood for at least 50,000 years.
I wonder what the origins of this sect are, Wen Ran thought, his mind racing. Something about this place... something inside me screams that there’s a massive opportunity lying hidden here...
His eyes lingered on the entrance as he pondered, the weight of the building’s history and significance settling over him. It wasn’t just a structure—it was a symbol of something much larger, something that might hold the key to his future.
"This is where the sect master and the seven elders live and cultivate," Luo Feng said, his voice light and casual. "You should know this place well. With your character, I imagine you’d be summoned here often." Luo Feng let out a hearty laugh, clearly amused by his own words.
But Wen Ran didn’t share in the humor. His expression remained unreadable, and he didn’t find the situation funny in the least. His thoughts were too consumed by the deeper layers of meaning he sensed within the walls of this ancient building. There was something more at play here, something beyond the mundane interactions of the sect, and Wen Ran was determined to uncover it.
"Get that trash out of here, I don’t want to see him!"
Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from the building, followed by a shout that cut through the air like a blade. The force of it was so strong that it pushed Wen Ran back, the sheer power radiating from the building knocking him off balance. Yet, Wen Ran planted his feet firmly into the ground, resisting the force that tried to send him sprawling.
He stood his ground, every muscle tensed, unwavering. His eyes narrowed, knowing exactly who it was that had unleashed such raw power—the vice sect master. To Wen Ran, that man was nothing more than a bitter, arrogant fool, and he would never bow or show any respect to him, no matter the circumstances. He would not let that voice dictate his place in this sect.
With the aura still pressing on him, Wen Ran’s gaze sharpened, and he braced himself. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he would not be intimidated by anyone, especially not by someone like the vice sect master.