I Have an Omen System

The Golden Scroll unfurled slowly, like a Celestial Dao Decree.

A majestic and grand voice resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor Monarch proclaims:

"Ji Boyan, Commandery Prince Consort of Prince Yaan’s Mansion, having coalesced a Nascent Soul, is awarded the position of Huan Lang in the Blood Prison Department and promoted to Senior Fifth Grade. However, for the grievous crime of sacrificing ten thousand people in a blood ritual, and in consideration of the difficulty of his breakthrough, he is hereby demoted and exiled to the Northern Border... to reflect on his transgressions in seclusion for a thousand years..."

Ji Boyan’s pupils blew wide, his eyes looking as if they would split at the seams.

The position of Huan Lang in the Bureau of Dominion, according to the Celestial Official’s Certificate of the Imperial Flame Nexus, represented a cultivation level of Golden Core at best.

They were trying to completely cripple him!

BOOM! BOOM BOOM!

With every sentence Su Xiaotai recited, a line of profound script burning with golden flames would appear in the sky.

At the same time, an overwhelming Law Power emerged. Ji Boyan felt the Nascent Soul Realm he had worked so hard to achieve begin to melt away like ice and snow.

Early-stage Nascent Soul... Golden Core Peak... Late-stage Golden Core...

In the end, his cultivation had dropped to that of an early-stage Golden Core, and it was still falling!

"No—" Ji Boyan roared in fury.

The Imperial Decree Golden Scroll cast down a boundless golden light, like an inescapable net, about to envelop Ji Boyan completely.

"Old Dog Su, who gave you the audacity to touch a member of my Holy Sect?"

A cold, fierce voice, like the grinding of metal, suddenly rang out.

The figure of a Demon Monarch, radiating a vicious aura, materialized without warning.

The newcomer had a gaunt face like an ancient pine, with slightly prominent cheekbones and a hard, cold jawline.

On closer inspection, however, deep within his eyes were not pupils of flesh and blood, but two slowly rotating ancient copper coins that held an endless, abyssal glow!

The Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch, Fan Luming!

Su Xiaotai’s heart seized, his expression instantly turning grave. "Fan the Demon, have your injuries healed?"

However, before he could reply,

"Why bother with all the talk? It’d be easier to just kill him!"

A charming, feminine voice drifted over. Her voice arrived before she did.

RIIIIP!

The void seemed to be torn open by something immense, and the Dharma Aspect of a colossal, green-scaled serpent suddenly appeared, large enough to cover the entire Blood Demon Island.

The giant serpent was covered in chilling green scales, its scarlet tongue flicking in and out as it emanated a ghastly white Yin Evil Qi.

In a single gulp, it swallowed the Imperial Decree Golden Scroll!

"Wei Jieyue, you’re here too?"

Su Xiaotai’s expression was one of horror. He subconsciously stumbled back several steps as the Celestial Star Instrument in his hand spun wildly, its starlight flickering erratically.

A peerlessly beautiful woman appeared. She was draped in green silk, with flawless, snow-white skin and a graceful figure. Barefoot, she stood atop the head of the Cyan Snake Dharma Aspect, poised high in the Nine Heavens.

It was none other than Wei Qingyi’s bloodline ancestor, the Green Snake Xuan Sha Demon Monarch!

"Pfft!"

With the Imperial Decree Golden Scroll broken, the five Golden Core Officials from the Astronomical Bureau felt as if they’d been struck by a heavy hammer. They cried out and spat blood, the treasured light of their official robes dimming as their auras weakened.

Wei Jieyue giggled, the Soul-Catching Golden Bell on her ankle jingling.

With both Demon Monarchs present, Demonic Qi roiled.

They instantly suppressed the celestial phenomenon from moments before. Ji Boyan took the opportunity to break free, and his suppressed cultivation was restored in an instant.

"Thank you both for intervening, Your Excellencies. I will never forget this life-saving grace."

Ji Boyan said, filled with the relief of someone who had just cheated death.

The Soul Capturing Demon Monarch, Fan Luming, said, "Junior Brother Ji, you have already ascended to Nascent Soul. From now on, we can address each other as martial brothers. There’s no need for such stiff formalities."

Upon hearing this, Ji Boyan bowed his head even lower, his posture growing more deferential. His voice carried just the right amount of trepidation.

"Your Excellencies are too kind. In my eyes, you both are not only beings of supreme cultivation, but towering mountains that I can only spend a lifetime looking up to. I would not dare to overstep my bounds in the slightest."

"Hahaha!" The Soul Capturing Demon Monarch laughed heartily.

Just then, Wei Qingyi, who had been knocked unconscious by the immense pressure, slowly came to. The first thing she saw was the cyan silhouette in the sky.

Excitedly, she kowtowed and exclaimed, "Qingyi greets Grandma Jieyue!"

Wei Jieyue’s slender brows twitched, and a flash of displeasure crossed her face. "’Grandma’? Am I that old?"

She flicked a slender, jade-white finger.

SLAP!

A crisp slap echoed. Wei Qingyi cried out as she was sent flying.

Beside her, Liu Mobai, who had just woken up, felt his scalp tingle with fear. He swallowed hard and didn’t dare to move a muscle.

"Fan the Demon! Wei Jieyue! Do you realize that your actions today are a blatant provocation against the celestial might of Daqian?!"

Su Xiaotai shouted sternly.

The Celestial Star Instrument in his hand flared with brilliant light.

"Noisy." Two beams of golden light suddenly shot out from the Soul Capturing Demon Monarch’s eyes.

"Reap all the world’s profit, to nurture a single golden copper..."

"Falling Gold Copper—manifest!"

CLANG CLANG CLANG!

Across the entire Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, thousands of shattered coin purses suddenly materialized out of thin air. An endless stream of Ancient Bronze Coins poured out, descending like a torrential downpour with a great clatter.

Each coin was as tangible as solid metal, inscribed with bizarre Runes and imbued with world-shaking power.

Wherever the rain of coins passed, space itself seemed to groan under the weight.

In an instant, the protective treasured light of the five Golden Core Officials was pierced, leaving them drenched in blood!

Countless coins embedded themselves in their flesh, madly siphoning the Original Qi Fortune connected to their official posts.

"This is bad! You actually managed to master this Divine Technique!"

Su Xiaotai’s expression changed drastically as he cried out in alarm.

He watched as the purple-green canopies of fortune above his head and those of the five Golden Core Officials—symbols of prosperous careers and stable wealth—suddenly dimmed.

More than half of it was forcefully shaved away by that bizarre rain of coins.

He snarled a final threat, "Fan the Demon, I will repay today’s humiliation a hundredfold!"

Not daring to prolong the fight, Su Xiaotai grabbed the five men—their conditions unknown—and transformed into a streak of golden Escape Light, fleeing toward the distant horizon.

"Hahaha, so this is the taste of Daqian’s official fortune! Nothing special after all!"

Fan Luming’s wild laughter echoed across the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea once more.

This Divine Technique of his was specifically designed to counter Daqian officials.

Wei Jieyue’s beautiful eyes scanned the area. "Wake up, my little Demon Pups! Time to go back to the Sect!"

Her voice was crisp and ethereal, like the soft murmur of a Divine Maiden.

When Ye Lan had summoned the phantom Dharma Aspect of the Golden Robe Emperor Monarch, many Incense Masters had seized the chance to escape, using various tricks to survive. Now, scattered across the land, they all felt a sudden jolt.

The Identity Jade Orders they carried began to glow with a soft, cyan light.

The next moment, space wavered slightly, and they miraculously reappeared on Blood Demon Island.

Qin Xuan looked around and saw that, including Wei Qingyi and Liu Mobai, there were barely a dozen survivors.

Every one of them was injured, their auras weak.

’That guy Hou Qi actually managed to survive too!’

"We greet the Demon Monarchs!" everyone kowtowed, their voices filled with the excitement and joy of having survived the ordeal.

The Soul Capturing Demon Monarch said, "You are all pillars of our Holy Sect. Upon returning to the Sect, rewards will be distributed according to the number of Purple Mansion Star Orders you have obtained."

Hearing this, Hou Qi felt a wave of anxiety and subconsciously shrank back.

The other Demon Cultivators also seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, their faces turning deathly pale.

Wei Jieyue seemed to see through the Demon Cultivators’ thoughts. A slight smile played on her red lips. "Rest assured. I personally promise that the rewards this time will be genuine. Once you return to the Sect, you will understand the benefits."

BOOM!

As soon as Wei Jieyue’s voice fell, a majestic Demon Boat, shimmering with a faint light and as large as a massive island, floated into view in mid-air.

Of the three hundred mighty Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment cultivators who had set out, less than one in ten were returning.

Qin Xuan glanced back at the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, the last place he had seen Xiao Ran.

’Old Xiao, the next time we meet, you’ll be a Prince of Daqian... and I’ll have to kill you!’

Just then, a head with one cheek swollen up like a pig’s suddenly rested on Qin Xuan’s shoulder.

"Junior Brother Qin, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Qin Xuan collected his thoughts and shook his head with a smile.

He hesitated no longer. Following the crowd, he stepped slowly but resolutely onto the lone Demon Boat, his figure disappearing into the sky.

...

「Three months later」

The enormous Demon Boat slowly descended.

The boat’s doors opened wide, and Qin Xuan, dressed in black martial attire, had just appeared.

A large crowd of Demon Disciples rushed forward to greet him.

They had received news long ago and had been kneeling in unison for the past three days, just waiting for Qin Xuan’s return.

Huang Xu, wearing a Deacon’s Black Robe, knelt at the very front, his rear end stuck high in the air. His voice was high and thin with excitement and sycophancy.

"Congratulations, Master Qin, on your triumphant and glorious return to the Gu Poison Altar!"

After Huang Xu, dozens of Demon Disciples, a mix of old and new faces, also shouted in unison, "Congratulations, Master Qin, on your glorious return to the Gu Poison Altar!"

The sound echoed across the sect’s main plaza, lingering for a long time.

Qin Xuan’s gaze swept over the crowd. He nodded slightly. "Rise. I see quite a few new faces."

Huang Xu scrambled to his feet, bowing low with a fawning smile plastered on his face as he explained:

"Reporting to the Incense Master, the replacement of old with new is a common occurrence in the Holy Sect. Fresh blood cycles through rather quickly... Rest assured, some of the familiar brothers have just gone for a brief reincarnation."

"After a dozen years or so, they’ll awaken their Innate Wisdom and will surely be able to serve the Incense Master once again."

Qin Xuan gave a faint "Mm."

His gaze swept across the crowd again, but this time his brows furrowed slightly.

"Where is Old Zhao?"

Qin Xuan’s voice grew heavy. "Did he go to be reincarnated too?"

...