I Have an Omen System

"Another... another Immortal is here!"

A mountain breeze swept across the green stone platform, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Below the platform, a dense crowd of mortals knelt, their foreheads striking the ground with a dull THUMP THUMP.

"True Essence Release... A Foundation Establishment Ascendant!"

The pupils of the Cyan Cloud Sect’s Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer disciple contracted. He had clearly seen something of the world, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"I do not know where Senior hails from, or why you have suddenly..."

SWISH!

Before he could finish, a bolt of cyan light, so condensed it seemed solid, tore through the air!

The Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Cultivator only felt a cold sensation on his neck before his vision swam. The last thing he saw was the fountain of blood gushing from his own headless body, and then he lost consciousness.

"Hmph. I despise sycophants more than anything."

Wei Qingyi stood with his sword in hand.

"Are the Daoist Ancestor and Buddha born special?"

Wei Qingyi raised his arm and bellowed, "Who says those with Five Spirit Roots cannot cultivate? I had Five Spirit Roots back in the day! I believed that little bastard’s damned lies and watched helplessly as the Little Lan, Cuihua, and Pang Ya I yearned for were all taken by that cripple, Old Li, just because his family produced a cultivation genius with Three Spirit Roots."

THUD!

Wei Qingyi slammed the bloody head of the Cyan Cloud Sect’s Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Cultivator onto the ground.

Then, he instantly slaughtered the remaining few Qi Cultivation Third and Fourth Layer Cultivators.

"This was that son of Old Li’s who became a cultivator! I’ve killed him now, and the rest of goddamn Old Li’s family too!"

"The Cyan Cloud Sect won’t take you, but my Holy Sect will! And my Holy Sect *only* accepts those with Five Spirit Roots!"

"As for the rest... Junior Brother Jiaa, kill them all!"

Wei Qingyi roared.

Then he shot Qin Xuan a look.

Qin Xuan understood immediately. Holding his Duster, his robes fluttered in the wind.

A plume of pure white clouds rose from beneath his feet, carrying him as he slowly descended.

He landed on the high platform like a Banished Immortal.

"Infinite Celestial Venerable. This humble Daoist pays his respects."

"It’s another Immortal!"

The mortals, surprised yet excited, began to kowtow again with loud thumps.

"Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life. Senior Brother Zhen, these people are all Immortal Seeds. Could we perhaps spare them?" Qin Xuan pleaded.

"Spare them for what? To be Immortal Seeds for the Cyan Cloud Sect?"

A clever child with Four Spirit Roots immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed. "Immortal Elder of the Holy Sect, please don’t kill me! I am willing to join the Holy Sect!"

"I am too! Me too!" The other children quickly followed suit.

Qin Xuan sighed and pleaded again, "Senior Brother Zhen, needless slaughter goes against the intentions of our Holy Sect’s founder. The Cyan Cloud Sect is endlessly hypocritical. Although these Immortal Seedlings have poor foundations, they can still cultivate. Since they desire to cultivate, why not accept them?"

The two of them, one playing Zhen and the other Jiaa, were putting on an act.

As they spoke, their bodies were bathed in radiant, multicolored light. Celestial music drifted through the air, and golden lotuses seemed to bloom around them. They had the aura of true immortals, a dazzling display of wondrous phenomena.

They looked more like immortals than actual immortals.

Looking down at the kowtowing children, Wei Qingyi frowned slightly.

"Fine. What Junior Brother Jiaa says is not without reason... I will reluctantly accept you. However, you are only fit to be servants in my Holy Sect, dedicated to waiting on the Five Spirit Roots Cultivators. Do you understand?"

"Thank you, Immortal, for your mercy! Thank you, Immortal!"

Hearing this, the children felt as if they’d received a great pardon. They couldn’t help but cheer, weeping with gratitude, their small faces still streaked with tears.

Li Ergou, who had just been eliminated, was especially moved. A light shone in his eyes, and he trembled with excitement.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his emotions had swung from despair to elation. The majestic images of Qin Xuan and Wei Qingyi were now deeply seared into his mind.

This is what Cultivation should be like!

’Mission accomplished!’ Wei Qingyi and Qin Xuan exchanged a look, a hint of delight flashing in their eyes.

"Do not be hasty. You will all enter my Human Emperor Banner first, and I will take you to the Holy Sect." Wei Qingyi slapped the Storage Pouch at his waist.

He summoned a dark gold Soul-devouring Banner.

BOOM!

The pitch-black banner swelled in the wind, flapping loudly as waves of Demonic Qi billowed out.

A child trembled, shrinking back and asking, "Immortal Elder, why is your Human Emperor Banner giving off so much black smoke...?"

Wei Qingyi: "That is not black smoke. It is Profound Qi. Black is a form of profound."

"Ah!"

Another child was startled by the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves. Tears streamed down their face as they scrambled backward in panic.

"Immortal Elder, it sounds like there are Ghosts in your Human Emperor Banner..."

"Those are not Ghosts. They are the Spirit Pets I’m raising. They’re just a bit mischievous," Wei Qingyi explained patiently, a gentle smile on his lips.

At the same time, a cold telepathic message stabbed fiercely into the banner.

"Keep wailing and ruin my plans, and I’ll make sure you worthless trash can’t even be ghosts!"

"Awoo~"

In an instant, the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves suddenly softened, becoming as gentle and docile as a cat or dog.

Wei Qingyi beamed. "See? They’re just playing a game with you."

"Oh, so that’s what it was!"

The children’s tears turned to laughter. Excited and cheerful, they were all sucked into the dark gold Soul-devouring Banner.

The banner’s surface flashed with a faint light and returned to normal, though the billowing "Profound Qi" seemed a bit thicker than before.

At the edge of the field, the mortal parents who had come to see them off wore reluctant expressions and sobbed quietly.

Wei Qingyi announced loudly, "Immortals and mortals are different. Since you sent your children here for the assessment, you knew this day would come."

"However, I am kind-hearted. I shall bestow a blessing upon you as compensation."

Wei Qingyi then flicked his finger, and a longan-sized Demon Pill shot into the clouds.

SPLASH!

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began over the entire city and its surroundings.

Bean-sized black raindrops poured down, carrying a faint, sweet, metallic scent.

A faint light flowed within them.

When the raindrops landed on the mortals, they seemed to burrow into their skin as if alive.

A white-haired old man cried out, flexing his arms in disbelief. "My... my strength! I think I’ve gotten stronger!"

He easily lifted a stone he normally couldn’t move.

A man who had limped for years suddenly stood up straight. He staggered a few steps, a mixture of shock and joy on his face. "My... my broken leg seems to have healed!"

He tried to run. Although his movements were a bit stiff, there was no longer any impediment.

The mortals stared at each other, their brief shock turning into wild joy. They quickly understood it was the work of the "Immortal" in the clouds.

"Oh, thank you, Immortal! May the Immortal’s fortune be everlasting and your life be boundless!"

A tsunami of gratitude surged toward the heavens, rising and falling, the sound shaking the clouds.

High in the clouds, Qin Xuan’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his nostrils twitched slightly.

Qin Xuan felt that something was wrong.

’It’s not poisonous...’

He gave Wei Qingyi a suspicious look. ’Could this bastard really be so kind?’

Wei Qingyi, satisfied, led Qin Xuan away on a cloud.

...

Not long after Wei Qingyi left, some of the mortals who had returned to their villages began to act strangely.

A farmer felt his body burn with heat. His face flushed, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

GULP. He swallowed hard and pounced on the widowed neighbor beside him.

The voluptuous widow, for her part, had a coquettish look on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her legs pressed tightly together, and she felt an intense itch all over her body.

Pretending to resist but actually welcoming his advance, she put up a token struggle for a moment before yielding, pulling him into the room with a blush on her pretty face.

BANG!

The moment the door was shut, the overburdened wooden bed began to creak and sway violently.

For a time, it was unknown how many other villages experienced similar incidents.

For more than ten days straight, the decadent sounds of moaning, sometimes soft, sometimes shrill, echoed day and night over the hundreds of mortal villages surrounding the city.

...

They repeated the same trick.

The pair went to several more cities to plunder them.

"Not bad, not bad at all. In just a few days, we’ve snatched up eight thousand Five Spirit Roots Immortal Seedlings."

Wei Qingyi sat high in the clouds, beaming, and split the spoils fifty-fifty with Qin Xuan.

"Junior Brother Qin, here, these four thousand are yours."

As he spoke, he transferred a large mass of faint light from his Soul-devouring Banner into Qin Xuan’s Soul-devouring Banner in batches.

"Senior Brother Wei, may I ask what use there is in abducting all these people with Five Spirit Roots?" Qin Xuan asked, confused.

In Daqian, Five Spirit Roots Cultivators were a waste of resources that only Qi Cultivation Clans would bother to train.

You could find one in basically every hundred people.

In the Cyan Cloud Sect, they wouldn’t even be allowed to work as servants.

Only Four Spirit Roots Cultivators, found one in a thousand, were considered worth training.

"Hahaha, in your hands, Junior Brother Qin, they would naturally be worthless."

Wei Qingyi laughed loudly and tossed out a Talisman Decree. "But with this, things are different."

SWISH!

Qin Xuan’s Divine Sense stirred.

His Demonic Essence formed a pitch-black hand and caught the Talisman Decree, which was flowing with a cyan light. He saw that it was inscribed with the two words: "Special Mission."