Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 87: Training alone

While Wen Ran strolled casually through the city, his every step radiating nonchalance, the people around him couldn’t help but watch—some with awe, others with mockery. He looked like a man walking to his own demise, and yet, his confidence seemed unshaken. A few worshiped his boldness, but most whispered about how foolish he was to walk straight into certain death.

Meanwhile, the person actively searching for Wen Ran was anything but calm.

"Waaaaa! My dear brothers!" The tall and bulky man wailed dramatically beside his younger siblings, tears streaming down his face like a child who had lost his favorite toy. The three brothers lay on the cold floor, their faces swollen like pig heads, each more grotesque than the last. Their expressions were filled with hatred, all of it aimed at one person—Wen Ran.

"I will take revenge for you!" The man cried out, clutching his chest in exaggerated sorrow. His sobs rang through the room, and despite their theatrical nature, his fury was undeniable. They had already planned to ask their big brother for help, fully knowing that Wen Ran would never survive an onslaught from someone at the Spirit Refinement Stage.

"Big bro," one of the swollen brothers moaned dramatically, barely able to lift his head from the floor. "You must not kill him... please... let us do that instead... Our poor souls may never rest if we die from these injuries... Oww... everything hurts... I’m dying... Please, brother, remember me when I pass on to the other side..."

The trio’s acting was so exaggerated that it bordered on laughable, but what truly stood out was how their older brother believed every word. It was as though he was completely blind to their obvious theatrics, a testament to his foolishness—a rare kind of talent in itself.

"Don’t worry," the older brother said with a confident grin, his voice low and dangerous. "Not even that fool Luo Feng can stop me. If I want something, I will get it!"

A murderous glint appeared in his eyes, cold and golden like the brightest sun. His gaze was completely different from his useless brothers—there was a fire there, a vicious determination. If nothing else, the older brother’s malice was clear.

Soon, the entire sect would be divided into two camps—one cheering for Wen Ran and the other for Zhang Dawei. Yet the person who should have cared the most about the growing tension was too focused on his own affairs. Wen Ran walked through the large doors into the space where the massive pill furnace stood in the center.

"Disciple Wen Ran has come to greet the master and continue his training," Wen Ran said, bowing respectfully. To his surprise, the master was nowhere to be found.

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Is he out? Wen Ran thought with a small smile, unable to hide it. Well, that’s better for me. I can have some peace and quiet for a while.

He moved to the corner where he had been training the other day. Settling down cross-legged, he took a deep breath to calm himself. He carefully lit the furnace with his newfound flame, the process still unfamiliar, even though he had been a powerful cultivator in his past life.

Despite his past strength, deep down, Wen Ran understood why he had ultimately failed. He had relied too much on his sword and fighting prowess, ignoring the importance of other skills. Sometimes, it wasn’t just about how strong you were—it was about how you plotted, prepared, and adapted. This realization gnawed at him like a serpent, clouding his vision, making everything seem harder than it should have been.

This would be his greatest challenge in this life: overcoming the doubts and regrets within his heart. Only then could he rise to the level of the expert he had always aspired to be. This life—this second chance—was his redemption, and he would stop at nothing to seize it.

The furnace hummed gently beneath his touch, the flame casting an ethereal light that filled the room. To Wen Ran, the flame felt almost magical, as if it were alive, reacting to his presence. He studied it intently, its dance, a silent lesson in patience and control. Now that his master wasn’t around, there was no pressure, no rush. He decided to take things slow, one step at a time.

I need to make sure to add the materials at exactly the right time when the furnace is ready, Wen Ran thought, his mind racing. If I do it too early or too late, the materials might burn. Each one of them feels slightly different, almost alive in its own way. Instead of mixing everything together, how about I add the powder one by one?

With that in mind, Wen Ran reached for the first material: a thick, gnarled root that resembled the twisted tail of a dragon. Its skin was dark brown, with gold and red veins running through it that seemed to pulse with energy. As he held it in his hands, he could almost feel the power within.

Carefully, he cut the root in half, revealing a glowing amber color within. The earthy scent, tinged with a hint of smokiness, filled the air, and Wen Ran couldn’t help but inhale deeply, savoring the aroma. He placed the soft, inner part of the root into a mortar and ground it into a paste with a pestle, his hands steady and sure.

Once the paste was ready, Wen Ran waited with bated breath, watching the furnace carefully. He then placed the paste into the furnace, controlling the flame with his own cultivation, keeping the heat steady and gentle.

This is the first step, he thought, his focus absolute. The dragonroot will set the foundation for the pill’s energy. It takes a little longer to refine in the furnace, which gives me time to grind the other materials. This time, I will succeed.

Wen Ran observed intently as the dragonroot was gently refined within the furnace. Yet, despite the controlled heat, the root radiated a powerful, almost untamable aura. It was as if the dragon energy within refused to yield, resisting the furnace’s attempts to break it down. The fiery essence pulsed, fiercely asserting its dominance, and for a moment, Wen Ran felt as though it might overwhelm the process altogether.

But then, Wen Ran’s eyes sharpened, and in that instant, he understood. He had made the right choice. Each material, he realized, had its own spirit, its own force, and it was not enough to simply add them and wait. Each one must be tamed within the furnace, brought to heel before it could melt and submit to his will.

He took a deep breath, adjusting the flame ever so slightly, coaxing the dragonroot’s resistance into submission. The energy in the furnace calmed, the aura shifting, and Wen Ran’s confidence began to grow. This was no longer just alchemy. This was a battle of wills—his against the materials, and he was determined to win.