Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System Chapter 5 Second Circle of Spirit Gathering

Wen Ran stood frozen, his expression unreadable, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of movent. For a brief mont, his pupils trembled—not from fear of the task the system had given him, but from a deeper, more imdiate concern: What if soone noticed this strange ssage?

"Wen Ran, are you okay?" the Fang Clan's little mistress asked, her voice soft but filled with worry. She tugged at his arm, her golden eyes fixed intently on his face, as though afraid he might vanish if she let go. Her heart pounded wildly, the echo of their last encounter still fresh in her mind. But what she didn't know—what she couldn't possibly suspect—was that the person she clung to so desperately was no longer the sa Wen Ran she once loved. And yet, her feelings remained untainted, her love unwavering and pure.

She can't see it? Is it just ? Wen Ran's thoughts raced as a wave of relief washed over him. At least the system's ssage wasn't visible to others. But even as he felt that montary reprieve, his heart churned with frustration.

This system… it's nothing but trouble. His sharp mind worked rapidly, analyzing his predicant. It's pointless to make enemies with this frail body. If I can't reach the Foundation Establishnt stage in fourteen days, I'll be dead long before the system gets to . And who knows what kind of demons or dangers lurk in this town…

But the system left him with little choice. Wen Ran steeled his heart, preparing himself for what lay ahead. His eyes suddenly burned with a fierce determination, fueled by an unquenchable desire for power.

"I'm okay," he said, shaking his head firmly. It was a lie, but a necessary one. Keeping a low profile was his best option for now.

The girl tugged at him more insistently, her golden eyes darting over his face. Her mind swirled with thoughts, trying to make sense of what had made him pause. Perhaps… perhaps it's because it's his first ti here. We always t in the forest before, and…

Her cheeks flushed crimson as the thought trailed off, her imagination betraying her. Shaking her head, she brushed away the idea, unwilling to dwell on it further.

She tightened her grip on his arm, and in the next mont, they stepped through the towering gates, leaving the forest behind.

Wen Ran's eyes were t with the bustling scene of a small city square. On either side of the main path were countless stalls displaying rchant goods, ranging from spiritual plants to artifacts and weapons. The air buzzed with the lively chatter of townsfolk, and the entire town seed to teem with life.

But the mont he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.

Next to one of the bustling stalls stood two striking figures, their presence impossible to ignore amidst the crowd. Their beauty and commanding aura set them apart, drawing curious glances from passersby.

"Hey, isn't that… that bastard son of you-know-who?" a woman murmured under her breath, leaning slightly toward the tall, broad-shouldered man beside her. His imposing fra, draped in a striking sky-blue tunic embroidered with subtle cloud patterns, exuded authority. Among the crowd, he stood like a towering pine amidst shrubs, his sharp eyes scanning the square with a predatory glint.

"How dare this trash step foot into the Fang Clan's territory?" the man spat, his deep, sharp voice dripping with disdain. "Is the mistress out of her mind, bringing her pet into a place where even dogs aren't allowed?"

The malice in his tone was unmistakable, carrying an undertone that hinted at sothing more personal, sothing deeper.

However, nobody dared to obstruct them. Yet, Wen Ran's sharp ears and keen eyes didn't miss the hostility radiating from the people around him. He wasn't welco here, and he knew it.

Thousands of years of life shape a man. Through countless battles and near-death experiences, Wen Ran had honed his instincts to perfection. Observation had beco his greatest tool—a skill that had spared him from death countless tis. Without it, he would never have risen to the heights of slaying even gods.

They soon arrived at a tall gate leading to a private residence. The large double doors were painted a striking red, their surfaces adorned with intricate lion-head knockers gleaming faintly in the light.

The girl approached them cautiously, her delicate hands resting on one of the doors. Slowly and gently, she pushed it open, trying to minimize the noise.

"Please try to stay quiet, Wen Ran," she whispered, her voice laced with unease. "If my father finds out you're here..." Her voice trailed off, the words unspoken but clear enough.

Wen Ran's head throbbed slightly at the implication. Once again, trouble always finds . This girl doesn't understand… half the city already saw us together in the square.

Surprisingly, there were no guards in sight. Wen Ran raised an eyebrow at this unusual oversight, unaware that the young mistress had already paid the guards to turn a blind eye and let them sneak in.

As they stepped further, Wen Ran's gaze was drawn to the courtyard ahead. It was a beautiful, tranquil space that led to the imposing main palace. Smaller wooden buildings lined the sides, likely ant for welcoming guests or housing servants. The rock-paved path that stretched toward the palace was ticulously maintained, flanked by a small pond where koi fish swam lazily, their vibrant colors reflecting in the still water. The soft rustle of bamboo leaves in the breeze added a calming touch, enhancing the serene atmosphere.

But as Wen Ran took several steps into the courtyard, his body suddenly trembled. A surge of spirit energy flowed into him from the surroundings, enveloping him in its power. Before he could fully process what was happening, the energy surged through his ridians, pushing him into the second circle of the Spirit Gathering stage.

The girl halted, her golden eyes wide with shock as she felt the sudden surge in his aura. "H-How is that possible?" she stamred, her voice trembling with confusion and wonder. She knew all too well that the previous owner of this body had no spirit root—cultivation should have been impossible.

Their eyes t.

Wen Ran didn't panic. This old fox had faced countless challenges, and bluffing was one of his greatest weapons. It had never let him down before—and it wouldn't now.