I Have an Omen System

The sound waves transformed into countless sharp blades, vibrating in the air.

Wherever they passed, the withered yellow leaves falling from the dense forest were pulverized into dust by the sonic assault.

"Such petty tricks. A cornered beast’s last struggle?"

The yellow-robed old man shook his head slightly. He formed a seal with his hands, and a Treasure Talisman between his fingers ignited without a flame.

BZZZZ!

A Brass Golden Bell suddenly appeared before him, enveloping his body.

Zhao Youliang’s terrifying sonic power was completely blocked by the Brass Golden Bell.

"Little monkey, obediently enter my Beast Taming Ring!"

The yellow-robed old man chanted an incantation. The black Copper Ring in his hand flared with brilliant light and expanded in the wind.

The Copper Ring spun rapidly, transforming into a black hurricane several dozen feet wide. A crushing pressure descended from the heavens and earth, instantly trapping Zhao Youliang.

The black hurricane, formed from the Beast Taming Ring, seemed to possess some kind of binding power. It locked firmly above Zhao Youliang’s head, giving him no chance to escape.

"ROAR!"

Zhao Youliang bared his teeth in fury, the bluish-black fur on his body standing on end as he struggled relentlessly.

But the Copper Ring only grew tighter, causing him so much pain that he rolled on the ground.

"Old man, I give up! I surrender! I’ll get in your Beast Taming Ring now!"

Zhao Youliang cried out for mercy, the pain so intense that he repeatedly slammed his head against an ancient tree thick enough for a person to wrap their arms around.

"Not yet."

The yellow-robed old man shook his head slightly, a grin spreading across his face. "You little monkey, you’ve only surrendered with your words, not with your heart. You still need to suffer a bit more before you can enter my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect."

"Old dog, don’t you push me too far!" Zhao Youliang’s eyes turned crimson. He looked utterly ferocious, his bluish-black fur on the verge of turning blood-red.

"Hmph?" The yellow-robed old man’s eyes widened. He began chanting again, and the black Copper Ring tightened once more.

Zhao Youliang’s skull began to deform.

"AHH!" Zhao Youliang howled in agony, the pain unbearable. His face went deathly pale. "I was wrong... I was wrong! Stop chanting, please, stop chanting!"

"That’s more like it."

The yellow-robed old man nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to step forward and pull Zhao Youliang into the Beast Taming Ring...

"Little monkey, open your Divine Sense and let me place a Spiritual Imprint..."

But before the yellow-robed old man could finish his sentence, a sudden chill ran down his spine, a cold draft rising from the soles of his feet.

He spun around and was met with the sight of a world-shaking sword slash!

A tall Sword Cultivator, whose face was obscured, held a longsword and brought it down on him in a brutal, downward chop.

The sharp, fierce aura was enough to split the heavens and earth, carrying a power that seemed to pierce the six directions and shake the eight desolates!

"NO—!" The yellow-robed old man’s pupils shrank, his face a mask of absolute terror.

The sharp sword light pierced through the void, slicing him clean in two.

"Such powerful... Sword Qi..."

The terrified expression lingered on the yellow-robed old man’s face as the two halves of his body fell to the left and right. Only then did his consciousness slowly fade away.

CRACK!

The black Copper Ring on Zhao Youliang’s forehead shattered into several pieces, its spiritual light dimming.

Qin Xuan’s figure slowly appeared.

"Master Qin, you saved me again?"

Zhao Youliang trembled with excitement. His crimson monkey eyes filled with hot tears as he knelt and kowtowed, his head hitting the ground with loud thuds.

"Master Qin, your great kindness is something I, Youliang, will never forget for all eternity! Even ten thousand deaths would not be enough to repay you!"

"Old Zhao, you’re being too formal." Qin Xuan feigned sincerity as he pulled him up.

"I had a sudden insight in my cultivation these past few days, so I went into seclusion...

What happened to you? I specifically set up a Breath Concealment Technique in Yunxi Valley. Why weren’t you staying there peacefully instead of being hunted by this old dog?"

Zhao Youliang wiped his tears and clutched his severed arm. "Master Qin, you don’t know. Three days ago, a Great Cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm appeared in the nearby Cloud River District for some reason and began a massacre without any warning!"

"When I saw things were going south, I immediately fled..."

As he said "fled," Zhao Youliang’s eyes flickered. Realizing his slip of the tongue, he hastily slapped himself across the face several times. WHAP! WHAP!

"Master Qin, please forgive my transgression! I was wrong, I should have informed you first! I... I..."

"It’s fine. These are trivial matters. It’s understandable."

Qin Xuan reassured him, "If you had come to find me then, you would have likely been killed by that Purple Mansion Cultivator. Fleeing immediately was the right call. I would have done the same in your position. There’s no need to blame yourself..."

"Master Qin, you..." Zhao Youliang was so moved he was weeping with gratitude, choked up and unable to speak.

Qin Xuan pointed at the yellow-robed old man’s corpse and asked, confused, "You still haven’t explained how you ran into him. With your skills, even if you couldn’t defeat him, escaping shouldn’t have been difficult."

Zhao Youliang wiped away another tear. "It’s my own greed. Although I managed to escape in time that day, I was drawn in by the light of one of the Treasures of Heaven and Earth...

Who would have thought it was a trap set by this Elder from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect... After that, he targeted me, wanting to imprison me in his Beast Taming Ring and make me his Demon Slave..."

So that’s what happened.

Understanding the full story, Qin Xuan nodded slightly and quickly tidied up the scene.

Unfortunately, the Godslaying Swordsmanship was too powerful; it had even annihilated the old man’s Divine Soul.

Zhao Youliang suddenly said, "Master Qin, I heard some news while I was on the run these past few days."

"Let’s hear it."

Zhao Youliang said, "That Great Cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm is named Du Leishi. He’s the current Young Master of the Profound Cliff Du Family, holds the rank of Hundred Households, and is ennobled as a Wude Lang... He came to the borders of You Province to exterminate demons under the command of the Great Qian Governor of Youzhou!"

The Profound Cliff Du Family?

Qin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged. He asked coolly, "Hundred Households, what kind of official rank is that?"

"It seems to be a Senior Sixth Grade post, with a hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators under his command..." Zhao Youliang wasn’t entirely clear on the details either.

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, gesturing for Zhao Youliang to continue.

"As for that old man in yellow, his name was Pan Zhijian. He was one of Du Leishi’s subordinates, conscripted into service. He seems to be from the Yunjiang Pan Family, and held a Junior Seventh Grade official rank..."

The Yunjiang Pan Family.

Another familiar name.

Qin Xuan recalled that he had once killed a Cultivator from the Four Symbols Sect named Pan Qifeng. He seemed to remember absorbing his soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

’This makes things easier.’

With a flicker of his Divine Sense, Qin Xuan instructed Chen Lixuan to find Pan Qifeng. When he had time later, he had some questions for him.

Zhao Youliang asked uneasily, "Master Qin, are we still holding the auction?"

Qin Xuan shook his head. "No. When the time is right, I’ll take you to Daqian. We’ll lay low for a while... The border is still too dangerous."

Zhao Youliang was thrilled. "Yes, yes! Let’s go to Daqian!"

Qin Xuan smiled. "But you’ll have to put up with a little trouble then. You’ll need to disguise yourself and act as my Spirit Pet."

"No trouble at all! Not at all!"

Zhao Youliang was overjoyed, shaking his head like a rattle-drum with a fawning expression. "To be Master Qin’s Spirit Pet is a blessing I’ve cultivated for hundreds of years to receive!"

"Hahaha!" Qin Xuan laughed heartily.

...

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a year went by.

Qin Xuan had already re-entered You Province, using the identity of Wang Zezhou.

As for the other clan members who had left with him, Qin Xuan had reported them all as deceased and even collected a handsome sum of Spirit Stones as compensation.

"The Daqian officials aren’t half bad!"

As Qin Xuan slowly made his way back to the Wang Family home...

A group of uninvited guests was currently hovering in the sky above the Wang Family estate.

...

Bodies littered the ground around Qixing Lake.

The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.

The Wang Family’s protective array was shattered, the clan’s ancestral hall had collapsed, and even their ancestral Clan’s Magical Artifact was broken in two!

"Wang Runsheng, your Wang Family has occupied Seven Star Lake for long enough. It’s time to step aside."

A slender and upright young man, dressed in the standard uniform of the Cyan Cloud Sect, brutally stomped on the head of a Wang Family member.

"From this day forward, there can only be one great family in Thousand Island Lake, and that is my Cold Abyss Valley Wu Family!"

BAM!

He ground his foot down hard, and the head exploded, splattering white and yellow matter everywhere.

Wang Runsheng’s eyes were wide with fury as he let out a choked, furious roar.

"Wu Siyuan, you young whelp, don’t be so arrogant! When my Wang Family’s ancestor returns, he will surely have you torn to shreds!"

"Heh, and so what if that old bastard Wang Zezhou comes back?"

Wu Siyuan sneered, "I could take him on with one hand tied behind my back and still annihilate your entire Wang Family!"

BOOM!

The aura of a Foundation Establishment Second Level cultivator erupted from him.

Wang Runsheng’s face turned ashen. "You... You actually achieved Earth Dao Foundation Establishment?!"

Earth Dao Foundation Establishment meant one’s Magical Power was as vast as an abyss and one’s foundation was incomparably solid, far beyond that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment.

To say nothing of Wang Runsheng, who wasn’t even at Foundation Establishment.