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Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 133: Mysterious Disappearance
Wen Ran cautiously inspected the corpse from a safe distance, carefully stepping back and covering his nose. He wanted to gauge just how potent the poison was, and from just a glance, it was clear it was no ordinary toxin—the ground around the corpse had already started turning black, corroded by the poison.
This is worse than I expected. Whatever the Black Poison Sect uses, it’s seriously vile, Wen Ran thought, a shiver running down his spine. He knew he urgently needed to create a powerful antidote to safeguard himself against something so deadly.
He cautiously moved closer again, observing the beast’s remains with narrowed eyes, searching carefully for any hint or clues about the poison’s nature or origin. However, the poison was already starting to dissipate rapidly, vaporizing in thin black wisps into the surrounding mist.
"No good," he muttered to himself with frustration. "I don’t have anything to contain this damned poison. Soon it’ll dissipate completely, and I’ll lose my only chance to study it. What a waste..."
Wen Ran clicked his tongue, bitter at losing the valuable opportunity. He stood back up, carefully keeping his distance, knowing any reckless move might end his life instantly.
Wen Ran looked around cautiously, his eyes scanning the numerous small caves dotting the dark valley. Countless eyes glittered in the darkness, reflecting a dim glow, but they clearly didn’t belong to humans.
A nesting ground of shadow bats… Wen Ran thought, feeling his heart quicken slightly. A faint smile rose to his lips. What luck, I’ve been needing materials from these little creatures. The heavens are finally smiling upon me today.
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He moved carefully, his footsteps nearly silent as he approached one of the caves, its darkness disturbed only by the faint glimmers of tiny, blinking eyes. Wen Ran slowly drew his crimson sword, its blade gleaming gently as if eager for the hunt. He quickly concealed its sharp reflection, ensuring he wouldn’t alert the sleeping beasts.
His body moved swiftly, precise and agile like an experienced assassin—one stab, quick and clean, straight through the skull of a bat. The beast made no sound, dying instantly. Wen Ran wasted no time and moved on to the next target, his blade flashing like a phantom in the dimness, striking precisely with speed and skill. Within a few breaths of time, he had slain several shadow bats, each death quick and silent, barely stirring their sleeping kin.
He quietly harvested their wings, carefully placing the delicate yet valuable materials into his spirit pouch. Each successful kill boosted his mood, making the fatigue from earlier encounters fade a little.
The misty valley around him was gloomy yet oddly comforting, the sunlight above struggling to pierce through the strange fog, casting the surroundings in a dim twilight. Wen Ran stepped away from the cave, glancing around to ensure no other creatures had noticed his actions. He felt relieved for the first time in a while.
Maybe my luck is turning for the better, hehe...
I wonder if the ice cultivators are also part of the Divine Five... Well, whatever, I’ll find out eventually. Wen Ran thought silently as he quietly slipped through the shadows of the forest, carefully stepping to avoid making any sound. He quickly followed after the path where the violet-robed cultivators with the lotus emblem had fled, leaving faint yet clear traces behind.
"I need to see how this ends," Wen Ran whispered under his breath, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement. "If the poison truly takes their lives, their spirit pouches will become free treasures. And if not..." A sly smile rose on his lips, "I’ll just enjoy watching them struggle a little longer."
With cautious steps, he moved swiftly yet quietly through the dense fog that shrouded the forest, carefully hiding his presence. I wonder if those ice cultivators are also from one of the Divine Five. That woman… Xue Feng, was it? She seemed powerful enough to belong to one of those sects... I’ll have to stay careful around her in the future.
He continued to follow quietly, fully embracing the thrilling sensation of hunting treasures and mysteries alike.
Time quietly passed, and Wen Ran’s pursuit brought him to an unexpected halt. His brows knitted together as he stared at the diverging paths before him. The traces he had carefully followed until now abruptly vanished, along with any signs of blood, as if someone had deliberately erased all evidence of their passing.
"They’re smarter than I thought…" Wen Ran muttered under his breath. Now he faced a dilemma: left or right? Neither direction offered him any clues, neither seemed more promising than the other. No footprints, no displaced grass or branches—nothing. Whoever had done this was clearly experienced and cautious, skilled enough to cover their tracks so meticulously that even Wen Ran, who prided himself on his sharp senses, could find nothing to follow.
"How troublesome…" Wen Ran sighed softly, suspicion rising in his heart. "Did they vanish into thin air, or is it another trap?" He was wary, aware that in this mysterious pocket dimension, dangers were everywhere, hiding behind every corner. Yet before he could confirm his thoughts, he felt another presence arriving.
Several days after Wen Ran’s appearance, a group of middle-aged men arrived in the same spot, their violet robes decorated with the same distinct lotus emblem. They wore grim expressions, deeply furrowed brows etched on their faces as they scoured the area meticulously.
"Search every inch!" commanded one man, clearly their leader, his tone heavy with concern and suspicion. "They can’t have disappeared without a trace unless another party interfered, or worse… no, I dare not even consider it…" His voice trailed off, and the men exchanged worried glances. The unknown was their greatest enemy right now, and the atmosphere was thick with tension.
"You don’t mean…the fissures in the dimension?" the middle-aged woman spoke softly, her voice carrying a chilling tremor as though just mentioning it could summon disaster. Her eyes darted anxiously across the area, betraying the fear she desperately tried to conceal. "If that’s the case, it would be catastrophic…"
"Don’t jump to conclusions yet," the man beside her replied firmly, though his own voice was tight, filled with tension he couldn’t completely hide. "Keep your focus and look carefully for any signs or traces—they couldn’t have simply vanished into thin air."
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Suddenly, another cultivator’s voice cut through the uneasy silence, echoing urgently through the trees, "Here! I found something!" He knelt down, pointing to faint yet clearly visible footprints pressed deep into the moist soil. "These footprints—they must belong to whoever took our disciples. Should we pursue?"
"Yes, immediately!" the leader roared, his tone sharp with urgency and frustration. His eyes burned fiercely with resolve. "Whoever is responsible must be captured and interrogated. If we return empty-handed, the Sect Master will have all our heads mounted at the gate!"
Meanwhile, Wen Ran, oblivious to the impending danger and that he was now hunted by a team of powerful Nascent Soul cultivators, walked leisurely through the lush, dense forest. He carefully plucked fragrant herbs and plump wild berries, savoring the sweetness that replenished his waning strength. His steps were relaxed, a carefree smile lingering on his lips as sunlight filtered softly through the leafy canopy above, gently brushing against his face.
Yet little did he know, this peaceful and pleasant stroll would soon turn into a nightmare—a crisis far beyond anything he could ever anticipate.