Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 135: Master’s Wrath Shakes the Sky

The chains that bound Wen Ran were hot—so hot, in fact, that they burned his wrists almost immediately. Yet he didn’t even show any fear. His eyes burned with resilience, and his heart pounded with hatred coursing through his veins.

This is unfair... I have never offended any of them, yet they’re entertained by my demise... Hahaha... Fine, that’s good—very good. I will learn the name of this sect, and when the time comes, I will make sure none of them escape me. Not even a single grasshopper shall be spared.

His crimson eyes scanned the faces gathered in the crowd. No matter whether it was a beautiful woman or a powerful man, he had made up his mind.

This place will burn under my wrath.

A thick killing intent escaped his body—one that didn’t improve his already unfavorable image.

"Who is this vile creature?" people whispered. They could feel their bodies tremble under the gaze of a demon. Those chains didn’t look like they would hold him much longer. The chains clanged together with a sharp, metallic ring, like steel scraping against stone. The eerie sound entered the ears of the bystanders, making them feel as though they were drowning in the deepest depths of hell.

Suddenly, an elder of the sect moved like the wind, his movements graceful yet filled with power and dominance. His blade rested gently against Wen Ran’s throat—just sharp enough to draw a thin line of blood. For a normal person, this would have been the moment they collapsed, their legs giving out as they begged for mercy. But not Wen Ran. His killing intent grew even stronger, suffocating even the strongest of the young disciples gathered around to witness his humiliation.

"Let me go right now…" Wen Ran said through gritted teeth. He was holding back so much—desperately restraining the urge to curse these hypocrites. Just hours ago, he had been gathering herbs, and now he was chained like a criminal.

"Junior, you have quite the temper. To think that you’d still be so arrogant in my Violet Lotus Foundry…" The elder’s voice rang out like a bell across the square, drawing all eyes toward Wen Ran. "Tell me, just who is your master? What kind of fool allows a Heaven Shattering Sect disciple to act so brazenly, when you’re the prime suspect in the disappearance of our most powerful and beloved disciples?"

So I was right, Wen Ran thought bitterly. It must have been the dimensional fissures that swallowed that group... And since I didn’t cover my tracks, they’ve pinned it all on me. Fine... no, no—this is perfect. This gives me even more reason to slaughter all of these idiots.

Suddenly, another elder stepped forward, holding Wen Ran’s own crimson blade in his hand.

"What a fine sword," the man sneered. "You have good taste, junior. I can’t believe you’d willingly bring us such a gift. A heavenly-grade weapon... wasted in the hands of someone so vile and incapable."

The elder grinned, his bald head gleaming so brightly it reflected the sword itself. He raised the blade high, displaying it to the gathered crowd.

"For the deaths of our disciples, and by the order of the sect master himself, I, Han Luoyan, declare you dead as punishment for your crimes against the Violet Lotus Foundry. After your death, your soul shall be collected by our esteemed elders and placed in the forge of our sect’s most hated enemies—to burn for eternity."

That’s exactly what I’ve been craving since I woke up this morning... but are you sure you have what it takes to kill me? Are you not afraid my master might slaughter you all in the future? Wen Ran let out a wild grin.

He knew that the old man had placed a tracking talisman on him when he wasn’t looking. Not just any talisman—one that also acted as a protective charm. Wen Ran’s master treasured him too much to let him die in the wild. The resources he’d poured into Wen Ran were worth several hundred years of his savings. Losing his investment wasn’t an option.

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Meanwhile, Wen Ran’s master was in the middle of concocting an important pill—one that had to be completed before the day’s end. The sect master had assigned this task as punishment for defying the vice sect master. But despite being furious with Wen Ran’s master, the sect master was even angrier with the vice sect master—because Wen Ran had been officially declared his future personal disciple.

Just as Wen Ran’s master reached the most crucial step of the pill concoction, alarm bells rang in his heart. He felt the talisman heat up—an unmistakable sign that Wen Ran’s life was in danger. His eyes widened in fear, his heart pounding as cold sweat poured down his face. With a flick of his hand, a tear in the air appeared before him, and without hesitation, he vanished into the void—leaving his half-finished pill to burn to ashes.

Wen Ran felt the searing pain on his neck as two blades pressed tightly against him—one from above, the other from below. It was as if millions of fire ants were crawling down his body, gnawing at his skin. The two elders had infused their spiritual energy into the blades, allowing the invasive energy to seep into Wen Ran’s body, flooding him with unbearable pain. Yet he didn’t flinch—not even a twitch. One wrong move, and his head would roll. This was exactly what the elders had hoped for: a humiliating death by his own hand. If Wen Ran shifted his neck and got himself killed, who could claim they were responsible? Your next read awaits at novelbuddy

But soon enough, that smug arrogance faded from the faces of every elder in the sect. The piercing sound of alarm bells rang out, echoing through the sect grounds. A powerful aura swept over the area, crashing down like a tidal wave. The pressure alone forced many juniors to their knees, their ears ringing and their eyes watering from the unbearable force.

Above the sect, the protective barrier trembled violently. Cracks and fissures spiderwebbed across the sky as a powerful furnace—one unlike anything Wen Ran had ever seen before—slammed against the barrier. The air itself seemed to distort from the impact.

"Damned dogs of the Violet Lotus garbage den! Come out and face my wrath, or return my disciple this instant!" A thunderous voice bellowed from above, shaking the very earth beneath their feet. "I swear, if you refuse, this will be the day war ignites between our sects—and you will be marked as the instigators!"

A satisfied smirk curled across Wen Ran’s lips.

So he came... haha...