Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 79: No way out

Nothing could ever shake Wen Ran as much as the fact that he had been exposed. His first instinct was to flee—his leg twitched, ready to dash at the first opportunity. But he was smart enough to know that if the old man truly wished for his death, he would already be lying lifeless on the ground.

Wen Ran took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, releasing his frustration and fear, grounding himself in the present.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Wen Ran demanded, his gaze locking with the old man’s. He glared into his so-called master’s eyes, searching for any hint, any clue that might reveal whether he would live or die today.

"Since I’m still breathing, I assume I have something that you want." His voice was calm and steady, but sharp at the same time.

"Good perception, my dear disciple. You’ve seen right through my intentions," the old man said, his voice full of approval. He stood up and walked toward the large pill furnace, gently patting it as he let out a deep, weary sigh.

From this, Wen Ran still couldn’t piece together the full picture, but he knew it had something to do with alchemy.

"You see," the old man began again, his voice taking on a reflective tone, "I have been in this place for over six hundred years. And yet..." Suddenly, a large, brilliant fire ignited beneath the furnace. It was multicolored, the energy it emitted full of vitality, almost alive in its intensity.

"I have been stuck at the Nascent Soul stage for over a hundred years," the old man continued, his voice growing somber. "Unable to even reach the second circle."

Wen Ran took in this information with a grain of salt. He couldn’t help but doubt the old man’s words. Who would be stuck at the first circle for over a century? Wen Ran thought. No matter how little talent one had, reaching at least the seventh or eighth circle would be relatively easy with that much time. And those who can reach such stages are heavenly talents capable of shaking the heavens themselves.

"So where do I fall into your ploy?" Wen Ran asked, his voice sharp. He no longer held back his tongue, showing no respect to the old man before him. He wouldn’t let the old dog intimidate him. If the old man shamelessly revealed his cultivation path and disregarded him, then Wen Ran wouldn’t give him any face in return.

"Haha, so impatient," the old man chuckled. "This story is just beginning. Why are you rushing it, young man? Unlike me, you’ve got years to spare." The old man’s laughter echoed, and as he spoke, the flames under the pill furnace calmed, settling into a tranquil glow. "I need you for a very simple thing," the old man continued, his tone turning more serious. "I need a pill, a vile pill, that will allow me to advance to the next stage. And you... you are the only one who can help me. After all, I cannot stain my sacred hands with demonic pills. That would leave an imprint on my flame forever."

In that moment, Wen Ran understood. The old man wanted demonic pills, but he didn’t dare sully his righteous image by making them himself. Instead, he intended to use Wen Ran as a scapegoat, someone to carry out the act while maintaining his own façade of purity.

"And what if I refuse?" Wen Ran asked directly, his tone steady but laced with defiance. He no longer addressed the old man as "master"—that title felt meaningless now. His sharp, biting words began to flow freely, his vile tongue unleashed slowly but surely, and this was only the beginning.

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Suddenly, the old man’s face turned sour, and Wen Ran could feel an overwhelming suppression wrap around him. The energy that surrounded him was powerful, boundless, and suffocating.

"If you dare refuse," the old man’s voice dropped coldly, "you better prepare to be my enemy. I’ve already told you my secret, and now you have two choices: either carry it to the grave... or protect it as my dear and beloved disciple." His words were direct and final, and Wen Ran knew, without a doubt, that for now, escape wasn’t an option. He had no choice but to play along.

"As long as you promise me power and resources, I will truly think of you as my master, and I will help you with any pills you need, as long as you teach me well," Wen Ran said, his voice steady and resolute. He understood the power dynamic now, but he also knew that there were strings attached to every word he spoke.

The oppressive pressure around him dissipated almost instantly, and Wen Ran felt as if he were as light as a feather once again.

"This is what I like to hear," the old man grinned, his expression softening slightly. "But aren’t you a little demanding?" He joked, his tone now lighthearted, though the underlying tension was still there. He had already prepared many cultivation pills and manuals for Wen Ran, eager to accelerate his progress.

The old man wanted Wen Ran to grow quickly, to reach a point where he could still guide him, but also have the ability to craft Nascent Soul level pills. With Wen Ran’s vast dantian, it was theoretically possible—especially in the lower realms. In practice, however, it was almost an impossible feat.

Yet the desperation in the old man’s heart was palpable. His time was running out, and he needed Wen Ran to advance quickly. If Wen Ran tried to run, the old man was prepared to capture him and turn him into a slave, binding him with chains of power that would be impossible to escape.

"Master, if you want my power, you better be prepared to sacrifice everything," Wen Ran said, his voice unwavering. "I wish to grow strong, and nothing will stop me as long as I’m willing. Therefore, I will be demanding, as I wish. I’m not afraid of death."

The old man studied Wen Ran’s eyes, and what he saw there reassured him. He believed he had found the perfect disciple, someone willing to sacrifice anything for power, someone who would follow his guidance without question.