Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

The two men stayed in the armory for a while longer, with Luo Feng eventually leaving Wen Ran to shop on his own. He had some matters to attend to on the top floor, leaving Wen Ran with some space to explore. Though Wen Ran was curious about what might lie at the very top of the armory, he wasn't in a hurry to find out. For now, he was content with his new acquisition. Not only had he secured a powerful sword to be his companion, but he'd also learned of a new art—an art that, in time, would become an integral part of his journey.

But before he could begin using this newfound power, he realized he needed a manual, something to teach him the basics. And that's where the sect's contribution points came in. According to Luo Feng, he would need to accumulate them, and what better way to do that than to take on a few missions? Heading out was the perfect opportunity to earn them, and that alone motivated him even more.

"I need to go to the mission hall," Wen Ran muttered under his breath, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I can pick up a few to complete on the way. The more, the better."

In his gaze, a burning desire for adventure and freedom was unmistakable. The old heart inside of him, though weary from countless battles, beat fiercely with the singular goal of growing stronger. Strong enough that, one day, he would never lose again. That was his ultimate goal. The path ahead would be long, but Wen Ran was ready to walk it, no matter the cost.

Wen Ran slipped away quietly, careful not to attract attention while Luo Feng was still busy with his own matters. He didn't want to take any chances—Luo Feng might decide to tag along, and Wen Ran was already getting a headache from the fool's constant presence.

As he left the armory, he couldn't help but notice the two seniors still standing motionless by the entrance, like statues frozen in time. It was as if they were suspended in eternity. Perhaps that was part of their cultivation—who knew? Wen Ran understood that some cultivators walked their own paths in silence. From the outside, they might appear inactive, but within, they could be building worlds, or even comprehending the dao itself.

Dao, huh… Wen Ran's thoughts wandered as he walked away, the weight of the word settling in his mind. I still wonder what exactly mine is. What path am I meant to walk? His heart beat steadily, but there was a hidden excitement buried deep within him. Do I need to walk on the bodies of others to achieve it? He wasn't bothered by the thought; after all, his hands were no strangers to bloodshed. But still, part of him longed for something different, something simpler.

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I would prefer a simple life. Living alone somewhere in the mountains, away from it all... He smiled to himself at the thought of peace, of solitude. Maybe, after I've had my revenge, that's what I'll do. That will be my reward for all this chaos.

Though his pace remained calm, his heart burned with a quiet, hidden excitement.

Soon, Wen Ran found himself completely lost. The place was so vast, and he had no idea where to go. Left with no choice, he decided to approach some of the fellow brothers and sisters of the sect for help. Though the idea of interacting with them irritated him, it seemed like the only way to get the directions he needed.

But to his frustration, every time he tried to approach someone, they would make an excuse and quickly run off. It seemed that the whole sect knew about the "suicidal legend" with white hair and crimson eyes—and everyone was doing their best to avoid him. Apparently, offending Zhang Dawei was worse than offending Wen Ran himself, and no one wanted to risk that. As a result, nobody even spared him a second glance, and the constant rejection only made Wen Ran's dislike for the place grow stronger.

These people are too much, he fumed internally. I'm not asking them to be my friends. All I need is some directions... His patience wore thin, and his mind raged with frustration as he cursed under his breath.

"I should find Song Hao," Wen Ran muttered to himself. The thought struck him like a lightning bolt—he could always rely on that overweight fool for help. Plus, he owed him a little something for the warning, even if it hadn't been all that necessary.

But there was a problem. Wen Ran had spent far too long in his closed-door training, and now he knew absolutely nothing about the sect. He had no idea where to find the building he needed or the person he was looking for. He did have a few people he could rely on, but that wasn't enough to solve his immediate problem.

Fine, forget it. His frustration flared up, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of determination. I'll just try every single building until I find the one I need.

With that thought in mind, Wen Ran threw caution to the wind. He set out with newfound enthusiasm, determined to explore the entire sect. He didn't have time to waste, but he couldn't rush it either. It was all a matter of luck. And, to be honest, Wen Ran wasn't exactly known for having good luck.

Out of the fifty or so buildings in the sect, it was the very last one he tried that ended up being the right one. He cursed under his breath as he realized he'd wasted an entire day when he could have already started his journey. But now, standing in front of a massive door, surrounded by groups of disciples, he could only accept it.

As usual, the disciples were gathered in groups, preparing for their adventures outside the sect. Parties made things more efficient, and they ensured everyone's safety. But Wen Ran, ever the lone wolf, found this practice foolish. People only slowed him down, and he had no time to waste babysitting others.@@novelbin@@

He walked up to the jade slips neatly arranged along the wall, each one filled with information. By infusing one with spiritual energy, he could see the tasks and rewards listed. Wen Ran spent a significant amount of time choosing the right one, scanning the tasks carefully until his eyes shot open in surprise.

"This one!" he exclaimed.