Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 176: System Strikes Again
Xiao Mo stood off to the side, her blue eyes wide with admiration as she watched Wen Ran. Hidden behind a large tree, his white hair fluttered in the wind, dancing with an almost ethereal grace. His yellow sect robes blended into the chaotic surroundings, but to Xiao Mo, he was like a god who had descended to this war-torn land, his every movement commanding the air around him.
Something stirred within her, an emotion so foreign to her beastly nature that it made her heart ache. She watched him, her paws sinking into the earth, her gaze locked on him as he secretly formed another ice needle. His movements were smooth, deliberate—he was like a predator, stalking the battlefield from the shadows, picking off the weakest of the beasts with lethal precision. The sight of him, the way he moved, made her feel something deep inside, something she couldn't quite understand.
Why do I feel like this? she wondered, heart tightening. I'm just a rabbit. I shouldn't feel this way about him. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to push it away, the feelings remained. She would never speak them aloud, never tell him how she felt. She was only an animal, a companion. But as long as she could stay by his side, she tried to tell herself that was enough. That was all she could wish for.
She watched, transfixed, as Wen Ran flicked his wrist again, sending another ice needle flying through the air. It was so fast, so precise—it pierced the skull of a weakened beast, claiming its life before it even had a chance to react. This time, her eyes followed the path of a massive eagle, its wings failing as it plummeted from the sky. The beast's enormous beak, so powerful just moments before, was no match for Wen Ran's lethal strike.
Xiao Mo's chest tightened. I want to help him, she thought, longing to jump out and fight by his side. But the auras surrounding the battlefield were too much for her, too overwhelming. She was too weak to step into such a battle. Even though Wen Ran was only finishing off the weakened, the way he took down his enemies with such ease made her heart swell with admiration. To her, it was an accomplishment beyond what she could ever achieve.
I want to be like Master someday, she thought, her heart heavy with desire. I want to be strong, beautiful, to have a human form, and stand by his side until the day I meet my end by the very blade that protects him.
The dream was impossible, she knew that. Yet, she didn't care. The hope burned in her chest, relentless and unwavering.
What Xiao Mo didn't realize, however, was that deep in her heart, something had begun to change. Something was being forged in the quiet moments of admiration, something that could eventually alter the very course of her life, in ways she could never have anticipated.
Only ten beasts remained on the battlefield, their ferocity unmatched as they tore into each other, just as Wen Ran had predicted. With the eagle's life claimed by his ice needle, Wen Ran felt the sudden surge of power that signaled his breakthrough—the fourth circle of the Spirit Refinement stage was now his. The energy surged through him, raw and untamed, filling every fiber of his being with an intense, almost violent force.
But as the power erupted within him, Wen Ran fought to control it. Instantly, he had broken through to the fourth circle, but now, the true challenge began: condensing this newfound strength to keep from advancing further. The energy raged inside him, pushing him to the brink of the fifth circle. If he allowed it to overflow, his dantian might explode from the pressure, tearing his body apart in the process.
Yet, Wen Ran held fast, forcing the energy to condense, compressing it as much as possible. The violent surge of spiritual power pushed against his mind and body, threatening to break him. It was a struggle—a battle between his will and the overwhelming force trying to tear him apart. He was so close to the fifth circle, so close to an uncontrollable breakthrough, but he refused to let the power spiral out of his control.
Inside him, the strange crimson moons—the source of their eerie, dark aura—began to glow brighter, their radiance pulsing through his body like a protective shield. The moons' power seeped into the cracks in his dantian, slowly repairing the damage, stabilizing the energy before it could overwhelm him. Without their support, Wen Ran knew his body wouldn't be able to withstand the intense pressure for long.
His body wasn't built to house such vast amounts of spiritual energy; it lacked the natural talent to contain it. So, he had to improvise, enduring the pain that came with forcing his power to condense. The strain was immense, so severe that any ordinary person would have been driven to madness or passed out from the agony. But Wen Ran wasn't ordinary. He was made of steel—not in body, but in mind.
The pain, the pressure—it all paled in comparison to the iron resolve that burned in his heart. He would not let himself break. He would control this power, bend it to his will, and rise beyond his limits.
"Shit… this hurts like hell," Wen Ran muttered through gritted teeth, his body trembling under the immense pressure. His thoughts turned dark as the pain seared through him. That slave left me with a shitty body, and the system is no help either when it comes to increasing my talent. His eyes narrowed, the frustration and desperation mounting inside him. At this rate, if I don't recklessly push myself, I won't even have the capability to challenge devils, let alone gods who stand above all...
With a deep breath, he began circulating his qi, flooding his meridians with raw power, expanding them in a desperate attempt to hold back the overwhelming surge. His dantian groaned under the strain, fighting for survival as he pressed on, every movement feeling like his body was on the verge of shattering. Just a few more circulations, he thought, I can't break through yet, not yet… But the pain was almost unbearable, the intense pressure building to the point where his dantian screamed in agony, fighting for its life.
After what felt like an eternity, Wen Ran managed to stop himself at the fourth circle of the Spirit Refinement stage. He exhaled in relief, his body drenched in sweat. To be honest, he thought, as long as I want, I could break through instantly, but this... this is already a lot. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do—for now. He was just about to strike another beast, a large black wolf that had been lurking near the edge of the battlefield, but before he could move, something caught his attention.
His eyes flashed a deep, eerie black, and his expression froze as golden text materialized before him, the words glowing with a sense of foreboding.
[You have received a new quest: Head to the hidden mortal village immediately and await further instructions. Failure to do so will result in death]
Wen Ran's stomach twisted, the familiar feeling of dread and frustration gnawing at his insides. Ah... yes... he thought bitterly, I almost forgot... my life is a fucking joke.
A dark chuckle escaped him, forced and hollow. No... that's alright... he muttered, the words laced with sarcasm. Hahaha... haaa...
His body simmered with rage, but there was nothing he could do to the system. That only fueled his anger further, the desire to test its limits burning within him. Would it actually kill me? The thought lingered, dark and tempting. Then maybe my worries would finally end. This cursed thing... He clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms. I can't wait to find out where exactly you're hiding in my body. I'll rip you out the moment I find you, you hear me?!
Wen Ran cursed viciously in his mind, the words a steady stream of fury. Even though he had gained so much today—more power, more control—it wasn't enough. Not when he saw the Nascent Soul beasts laid out before him, like a feast he could devour. His teeth ground together in frustration, but then, a strange sensation surged within him.
For a brief moment, he felt no loss of lifespan. He was caught off guard, unable to comprehend why this time was different. Yet, despite the surprise, he could now feel the exact direction of the village. It was clear in his mind, like a beacon guiding him toward it.
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Don't think that if you don't take my lifespan now, I'll forgive you, Wen Ran thought darkly. Never. Not in a million years. I will never forget this humiliation.
His final curse burned in his mind before he shifted his focus, turning toward Xiao Mo. He caught his breath, suppressing the anger that still simmered beneath the surface. His voice was quiet, but firm, enough for Xiao Mo to hear clearly.
"Let's go… there's nothing else for us to do here. Follow me, now!" he whispered, his tone cold but commanding.
The tension in his body remained, but his mind was already focused on what lay ahead—whatever this new quest might be, he would face it. And when the time came, he would rip through it all with the same resolve that had brought him this far.
