Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 86: Song Hao’s warning

While Feng Yulan was preparing for her day, Wen Ran was already up and focused, ready to set things straight within the sect. His first priority: finding Luo Feng and slapping the devil out of him. Wen Ran couldn’t forgive the so-called "sworn brother" for abandoning him in the middle of nowhere. The second order of business was returning to the old man to continue his alchemy training. I thought about it all night, Wen Ran reflected, and I’ve realized that the reason I fail so often is my own lack of control. But now, I think I know how to fix that...

Although Wen Ran had gotten a few hours of sleep, it wasn’t restful. In truth, he hadn’t really slept at all. A few hours were enough to refresh his brain, especially in his current realm. He had spent the night visualizing how to form a pill, and though he had the knowledge from his past life, he had never expected the actual process to be so difficult. His respect for true alchemy masters had grown immeasurably. However, that respect didn’t extend to his own master. No, Wen Ran wanted to skin the old man alive. He knew he was being used, and if he didn’t perform well, he’d be discarded like trash.

Wen Ran strode down a narrow path toward the city, the morning air crisp and quiet. He passed by many inner and outer disciples as they went about their day, lost in their own thoughts, not bothering him. But then, one of them decided that Wen Ran was worth his attention.

A fat kid from the inner sect came barreling toward him. His body was as round as a barrel, and his pace was slow, almost waddling, but he exuded the aura of someone at the fifth circle of the Spirit Flow Stage. Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, surprised by the kid’s level of cultivation.

What’s this about? Wen Ran thought, turning to face the approaching disciple. He braced himself for whatever this encounter might bring.

"Brother, brother, wait! I have something important to discuss with you!" The fatty screamed from afar, but his speed was so slow that Wen Ran, growing impatient, simply began walking toward him instead. He didn’t want to waste time with others, but this kid piqued his interest. The cultivation base and clean face suggested that he hailed from a noble family—a perfect mark for someone like Wen Ran to scam for a little extra coin.

"Nice to meet you, fellow sect brother," Wen Ran said with a respectful bow, pretending to be interested. "May I know what you need from me?"

The fatty finally stumbled to a stop in front of Wen Ran, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and Wen Ran could see it wasn’t the usual slow pace for this kid. Clearly, he had a reason for pushing himself to run so hard.

"Brother, are you, by any chance, Wen Ran?" The fatty asked, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if he had just seen a ghost. He looked like he had something weighing heavily on his mind as he stared intently at Wen Ran.

"That’s me. May I know your name, brother?" Wen Ran asked smoothly, his hand lightly patting the fatty on the shoulder. The kid was clearly exhausted, and Wen Ran stood ready to support him if he collapsed. But he wasn’t concerned. Not yet.

"That does not matter right now!" The fatty shouted urgently, his voice rising in panic. "You must run! The elder brother of the Zhang trio you beat up the other day is looking for you, and he’s a core disciple. Brother, you must lay low somewhere and hide, or else you will die!"

His words echoed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Almost instantly, whispers began to swirl around the area. Eyes shifted to Wen Ran, and murmurs of gossip filled the air. They had heard of the arrogant newcomer who had humiliated the Zhang brothers in broad daylight, leaving them bruised and battered. Most of them had already written Wen Ran off as a dead man. The Zhang brothers were no small threat—behind them stood Zhang Dawei, a core disciple known for his rising fame over the last three years. He was said to be one of the top three strongest disciples in the entire sect, a favorite of the vice sect master.

Wen Ran listened to the warnings with a calm demeanor, unfazed by the growing tension. "Thank you for your warning, brother," he said with a polite nod. "But I’m alright. No matter who comes, I’ll find a way to deal with them." He looked at Song Hao with sincerity. "But please, I must repay this kindness. At least let me know your name, so I can find you later."

Despite the situation, Wen Ran remained composed. He had already established connections with Luo Feng, and his master was no small figure either. But even without their help, Wen Ran refused to believe he would lose to some spoiled kid, no matter how powerful his enemies seemed.

"I-I’m Song Hao," the fatty stammered, bowing to Wen Ran, finally returning the greeting. He was still visibly confused by Wen Ran’s fearless demeanor. To someone like Song Hao, who had always run away from danger, Wen Ran’s courage was almost otherworldly. In that moment, Wen Ran went from just a fellow disciple to an idol in his eyes—someone whose resolve and confidence he could only dream of.

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"Thank you for what you did for me, Brother Song," Wen Ran said with a polite nod. "I will repay the favor soon. If you need to find me, you can ask Luo Feng to lead you to me. But for now, I must take my leave—my master is waiting for me."

His casual and unconcerned demeanor made some of the onlookers wonder if he was simply an idiot or if his arrogance was so immense that it defied belief. The way he carried himself—so nonchalant in the face of the impending danger—was enough to make every single person around him anticipate his inevitable downfall.

As Wen Ran turned and walked away, the crowd watched closely, whispers growing louder. They were eager to see how long his confidence would last when Zhang Dawei, the feared core disciple, inevitably came for him. Some couldn’t help but wonder whether Wen Ran truly understood the depth of the storm he had just walked into, or if his arrogance would be his undoing.