Reincarnated with a lucky draw system-Chapter 520: FOOLISH ARROGANCE

"Sect Master, this is the sect," the elder said, voice hushed with reverence as he gestured toward the floating marvel ahead.

Fang Ji, the Sect Master of the Flying Phoenix Sect, could only stare in stunned silence.

The massive complex hovered serenely above the valley like a divine palace descended from the heavens.

Towering pagodas gleamed with jade and obsidian, their roofs crowned by lifelike dragon and phoenix statues that seemed ready to take flight.

Thick spiritual qi swirled visibly around the entire structure, denser than anything he had ever felt in his long life.

The sheer scale and beauty left him momentarily speechless.

"This..." Fang Ji breathed, eyes wide with astonishment and barely concealed greed.

"Fang Ji. Of course you’re here," a bold, gravelly voice cut through the air.

Fang Ji turned sharply.

One after another, powerful figures materialized from the surrounding mist, sect masters of renowned sects, clan heads draped in ancient treasures, and lone independent cultivators whose reputations preceded them like storm clouds.

The Fist King stepped forward first, a towering man whose bare arms were corded with muscle and scarred from countless battles. His eyes never left the floating sect.

"Why are you here?" Fang Ji demanded, though he already knew the answer.

"Same reason as you," the Fist King replied with a low chuckle. "Can’t let such a heaven-defying fortune slip through my fingers."

"So how do we get in?" Lu Chenxi, the Sect Master of the Seven Swords Sect, asked impatiently.

His hand rested on the hilt of one of his seven legendary blades, fingers twitching with anticipation.

No one had to wait long for an answer.

Without warning, the grand gates of the Splitting Heaven Sect swung open with a resonant boom.

Golden light spilled outward, illuminating the path like a divine invitation, or a trap.

Through the gates stepped two figures.

The first was instantly recognizable: Lin Guo, the once-pathetic debtor whose sect had been little more than rubble not long ago.

His posture was straighter now, though faint traces of nervousness still lingered in his eyes.

Beside him walked an unknown young man, strikingly handsome, dressed in simple black robes that somehow carried an aura of absolute authority.

His expression remained calm, almost bored, as though the gathering of powerhouses before him was nothing more than an inconvenience.

"Lin Guo! How dare you hoard heaven’s fortune all to yourself!" roared a hulking cultivator at the front.

The leader of the Wild Serpent Gang stepped forward, his serpentine tattoos writhing across his skin as though alive.

The gang was infamous across the eastern continent, misfits and cruel opportunists who reveled in brutality and plunder.

"I..." Lin Guo faltered, shrinking back instinctively under the crushing pressure of so many intimidating auras. His face paled.

"Hmm. Have you all come to pay your respects?" Aaron asked, his voice carrying effortlessly across the distance.

His tone was perfectly neutral, as though he were commenting on the weather.

A heavily made-up woman from the Moon Clan cackled, her painted lips twisting into a lecherous grin.

Layers of powder and rouge failed to hide the deep wrinkles and sagging skin of advanced age.

"And who the hell is this pretty face who thinks he can act so proud?" she sneered, licking her lips with exaggerated slowness.

Aaron didn’t even glance in her direction.

His gaze swept slowly across every cultivator present, piercing straight through their defenses.

With a casual flicker of his mystic eyes, he examined their dantian cores.

Disappointment flickered across his face.

Every single one of them carried dantian cores riddled with impurities, far more filth than actual pure qi.

Their foundations were shaky, bloated with shortcuts and tainted resources.

To Aaron, they looked like children playing at power.

The old hag from the Moon Clan leaned forward eagerly. "Boy, come forward and kowtow. Do it nicely, and maybe I’ll add you to my harem. I’ll even protect you... in my own special way."

"You still haven’t given up that sadistic fetish of yours, hag?" the Wild Serpent leader snorted, shaking his head in mock pity. "Finally found another plaything? Tch tch."

The strange, twisted desires of the Moon Clan’s elder were no secret among the continent’s darker circles.

Lin Guo trembled as the pressure mounted. The Sect Master of the Flying Phoenix Sect stepped closer, his voice dripping with false kindness.

"Lin Guo," Fang Ji said smoothly, "you must offer this sect to us in order to clear your debts. Refuse, and you will anger everyone here. You know what happens to those who anger us."

Instinctively, Lin Guo took a fearful step backward, his face drained of color.

A single light tap landed on his shoulder.

Aaron’s hand rested there, steady, reassuring, and impossibly calm.

Lin Guo exhaled shakily, drawing strength from the simple gesture.

Aaron’s gaze lifted once more to the assembled crowd.

"I will say this just this once," he announced, voice clear and unhurried. "Are you all here to pay your respects? If not... scram."

The words landed like a slap. No sugar-coating, no diplomacy, just raw, unfiltered arrogance.

Fury erupted instantly among the cultivators. Faces twisted in rage. Qi surged violently into the air.

"Hahahaha!" The Wild Serpent leader threw his head back and laughed, the sound booming like thunder.

"Someone foolish enough not to recognize Mount Tai when it stands before him! Good. Very good. I won’t be satisfied until I crush you beneath my feet!"

"Don’t hurt his pretty face... or his third leg," the old hag pleaded with a whine. "I still have needs for them."

"Hah. I’ll try not to completely crush him," the gang leader replied, cracking his knuckles with gleeful anticipation.

His aura flared, serpentine shadows coiling around his massive frame as he prepared to charge.

Some of the more reasonable sect masters exchanged uneasy glances.

They had come for fortune, not senseless slaughter.

A few opened their mouths to intervene, intending to pull the Wild Serpent leader back before things turned irreversibly bloody.

Aaron’s arrogance had wounded their pride, yes, but outright execution seemed excessive, even for cultivators of their caliber.

Yet none of them spoke.

The sting of being completely disregarded by the young man, treated as if they were beneath notice, burned too deeply. Pride held their tongues.

They chose silence, letting events unfold.

The Wild Serpent leader stepped forward with deliberate menace.

He cracked his knuckles one by one, the sound sharp and deliberate in the tense air.

His eyes raked over Aaron like a starving beast sizing up a fresh meal.

"Clench your jaw tight, boy," he growled, lips curling into a cruel smile. "This is going to hurt."

Aaron didn’t even lift his gaze fully. He regarded the hulking cultivator with the same mild disinterest one might show a buzzing fly.

"You want to hurt me... with that meager amount of strength?" His voice remained perfectly calm, almost bored. "Scram."

"You bastard!"

The leader’s face twisted with rage.

His massive fist shot forward in a blur, qi surging around it like coiling serpents, ready to crush bone and shatter meridians in a single devastating strike.

But the blow never landed.

In the space between one heartbeat and the next, the Wild Serpent leader simply... vanished.

No explosion of power. No flash of light. No visible technique.

One moment he stood towering and furious; the next, nothing remained but empty air and the faint echo of his roar dying out.

He withered away like smoke caught in a sudden breeze, body, soul, qi, everything, erased so completely that not even ash drifted to the ground.