I Have an Omen System

"Fellow Daoist Lei, Fellow Daoist Miao, get back! You’re both in danger!"

The seven Spirit Eggs formed the Seven Kills Array, and the three of them were positioned in a triangle, with Lei Hong and Lady Miao San right in the center of the array.

If someone were to suddenly attack,

Lei Hong and Lady Miao San would be the first to die!

"So you saw through it, you old coot. In that case, I’ll drop the act..."

Luo Qianfeng chuckled lightly, and the aura of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator receded from him like a tide.

In its place was a vast, frigid, and terrifying pressure that felt as if it could freeze everything solid.

"Purple Mansion... You’re a Great Zhenren of the Purple Mansion Realm!"

Lady Miao San shrieked, her face contorted in utter terror.

A shrill, piercing insectoid screech erupted.

With a wet SPLAT, the crimson scorpion Gu on her shoulder exploded, instantly obliterated by the sheer pressure into a splatter of gore.

Lei Hong’s face fell.

Dark red True Essence surged from his body, but the moment his palm touched the Red Flame Fire Egg, the flame patterns on the giant egg’s surface flared to life.

An irresistible suction force pulled at him, and he found himself completely unable to fight back.

"Don’t bother struggling. Once the Seven-Star Grand Festival begins, it cannot be stopped. Even if you die, it will drain every last drop of your Essence Blood."

Luo Qianfeng said coldly.

Shen Yuling giggled, watching Qin Xuan with unhurried amusement.

"Elder Wang, why not just surrender?"

Qin Xuan shook his head.

’I was careless. To think I’d misjudge them in the end.’

Qin Xuan’s palm brushed over the Cyan Cicada Shell. A chill ran down his spine, and a fierce, resolute light flared in his cloudy, old eyes.

’Everyone, until we meet again!’

Just as he was about to activate the Cyan Cicada Shell to flee, he felt Luo Qianfeng’s aura again, and something suddenly clicked. He realized something was off.

’Why is the pressure from this Luo Qianfeng’s Purple Mansion so much weaker than Wei Qingshan’s was?’

’He’s not much stronger than Xuanzhen Ascendant, who failed his Tribulation Crossing. At most, he’s barely entered the Void Mansion... a First-Level Purple Mansion at best.’

’I think... I can beat him!’

Realizing this, Qin Xuan’s nerves settled completely.

’The Void Mansion is the lowest tier of Purple Mansion, formed when a Human Path Foundation Establishment Ninth Level Cultivator breaks through. Other than having denser True Essence, it’s not that different from Foundation Establishment.’

’And my advantage is precisely my dense True Essence!’

’So the rumors were true. Shen Yuling is backed by a Void Mansion Daoist, and it’s you, Luo Qianfeng.’

A predatory gleam entered Qin Xuan’s eyes.

Luo Qianfeng noticed this.

He assumed Qin Xuan was simply frozen in fear and couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

"Cyan Frost Soul Freeze Slash!"

Luo Qianfeng’s voice was frigid and emotionless, like ice grinding against itself in the depths of the Nine Netherworld.

He didn’t even draw his sword.

He merely formed a sword with his fingers and, from a distance, slashed toward Lei Hong, who was the closest and first in line.

SHLICK—

A bolt of bone-white light, condensed to its absolute limit and composed purely of Extreme Cold Sword Intent, materialized from thin air.

The look of horror on Lei Hong’s face was frozen in place.

The upper half of his burly torso toppled backward with a heavy thud, leaving his lower body standing. The cut was perfectly smooth.

"AIEEE—"

Lady Miao San let out a shriek so shrill it was barely human, her hair flying wildly about her.

Dozens of iridescently colored toxic threads, trailing a foul stench, shot out from her.

This was her ultimate life-saving Secret Technique.

Using her Lifebound Gu Insect—nurtured with her own Essence Blood—as a catalyst, she instantly unleashed all her toxic Gu to form a cloud of deadly poisonous mist.

Its purpose wasn’t to harm the enemy, but merely to stall him for a single instant, buying her a chance to escape with her life!

In Luo Qianfeng’s eyes, however, her actions were as slow as a crawling snail.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You don’t know your own limits."

A flicker of mockery crossed Luo Qianfeng’s eyes.

He didn’t even shift his stance. He simply flicked a finger at the incoming, iridescent toxic mist.

"TING!"

A crisp sound, like shattering glass, rang out.

A strand of pale cyan Sword Qi, so fine it was nearly invisible, shot from his fingertip.

The Sword Qi seemed faint, yet it contained a razor-sharp Sword Intent capable of severing all things, both tangible and intangible!

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

It was like a red-hot needle piercing through butter.

The dozens of toxic Gu threads, which contained the culmination of Lady Miao San’s life’s work, were precisely pierced in mid-air by the pale cyan Sword Qi.

"Aargh!"

Lady Miao San let out a short, piercing wail of agony.

Her frail body began to convulse violently as black, viscous blood trickled from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

She collapsed limply to the ground, falling silent in an instant.

In the blink of an eye,

two Foundation Establishment Cultivators had been effortlessly obliterated by Luo Qianfeng, as easily as crushing a pair of ants.

Such was the terrifying might of the Purple Mansion Realm!

"Now to kill you... With the blood of three Foundation Establishment Cultivators, I should be able to gather enough Blood Evil Qi to awaken the Tier Three Spirit Eggs and restore their sentience."

Luo Qianfeng sneered.

His frigid killing intent, like a tangible tide, instantly locked onto the last survivor: Qin Xuan.

With a mere flicker of his will,

a grim Sword Intent, even more condensed and pure than the one that had slain Lei Hong, coalesced from nothing.

It formed an invisible, chilling current.

However, just as that invisible current was about to pierce the space between Qin Xuan’s eyebrows,

Qin Xuan’s figure suddenly blurred and vanished.

Only a crimson afterimage remained.

"Where did he go?"

Luo Qianfeng froze for a second.

But in the next instant, a withered hand, covered in age spots, came to rest steadily on Luo Qianfeng’s shoulder from behind.

Luo Qianfeng’s scalp went numb with shock!

’So fast.’

’Wang Zezhou isn’t at the Third Level of Foundation Establishment... He’s at the Ninth Level, at least!’

"You almost gave me a heart attack," Qin Xuan chuckled. "Tell me, what’s a puny little Void Mansion cultivator like you putting on an act for in front of me?"

In his sunken eye sockets, the cloudy old eyes were gone. In their place, two clusters of leaping, crimson-gold flames had ignited!

A barrier of fire materialized from nothing, completely blocking the Profound Frost Sword Intent.

It let out a violent SIZZLE as the two forces annihilated each other!

For the first time, Luo Qianfeng’s perpetually cold and stern expression wavered dramatically.

He whipped his head around to stare at Qin Xuan, his pupils filled with shock and utter disbelief.

"Eighth-Layer Foundation Establishment... No, you’re not Wang Zezhou... Who in the world are you?"

"Heh. Enough talk. I’m the one who’s here to take your life!" Qin Xuan barked.

His voice was no longer hoarse and aged, but smooth and youthful.

He spread his fingers and made a pressing motion in Luo Qianfeng’s direction!

"BOOM—!"

The entire Crystal Earth Palace seemed to shudder.

A field of pure, absolute "crimson" suddenly bloomed into existence.

"A Positional Divine Technique?"

"You’re a Celestial Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivator?"

Luo Qianfeng cried out in alarm.

’Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivators can fight above their station... If Wang Zezhou is one of them, I could actually die here if I’m not careful.’

However, Luo Qianfeng quickly composed himself.

’So what if he’s a Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivator?’

’Foundation Establishment is still just Foundation Establishment.’

’I am a cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm!’

"SHIIING—!"

A clear ring like a dragon’s cry echoed as the simple Black Scabbard Longsword on Luo Qianfeng’s back was finally drawn.

The blade was a deep, ethereal blue, its spine engraved with Frost Flower Dao Patterns that emanated a biting chill.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly. "You’re in the Purple Mansion Realm, sure. But it’s the weakest kind—a Void Mansion!"

Hearing this, Luo Qianfeng’s expression changed drastically.

The solemnity in his eyes instantly transformed into extreme wariness and a trace of... fear!

’No. A Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Eighth Level can, at most, fight across one minor realm. I can still win!’

Luo Qianfeng held the ethereal blue ancient sword vertically before him, pouring the vast Magical Power of his Purple Mansion Realm into it without reservation.

"Ice Seal of Ancient Frost!"

The Frost Flower Dao Patterns on the blade flared, unleashing an azure brilliance that seemed capable of freezing all of creation!

But at that exact moment,

a minuscule fleck of dark golden light, so faint it looked as if it might go out at any second, flashed in Qin Xuan’s palm and was gone.

"BZZZZ—!"

Luo Qianfeng, who was channeling all his power into the ancient sword to fight the Flame Demon, suddenly went rigid.

A mouthful of thick, dark-red blood, flecked with strange golden light,

sprayed violently from his mouth without any warning!

"PTUI!"

The blood splattered onto the azure Sword Gang, giving off wisps of foul, black smoke.

HISS HISS HISS.

"Urgh!"

Luo Qianfeng let out a pained grunt. The color drained from his face, leaving it ashen as a corpse.

He struggled to lower his head, and in the blood he had just coughed up, he saw countless microscopic particles glowing with a dark golden luster.

"A Curse Killing... Positional Divine Technique?!"

Luo Qianfeng’s voice was distorted by excruciating pain and terror.

"You’re only at the Eighth Level of Foundation Establishment! How can you have two Positional Divine Techniques?"

"The Wang Family... How could the Wang Family produce someone like you? Who are you?!"

"No...!"

Luo Qianfeng let out a final, venomous roar, filled with indignation and resentment.

THUD!

Luo Qianfeng’s body crashed heavily to the ground.

The ethereal blue ancient sword in his hand, having lost its master, instantly dimmed and rolled to the side with a CLATTER.

Shen Yuling’s face was a mask of terror.

Her voluptuous body trembled.

All her True Essence was being drained by the Purple Thunder Egg, leaving her unable to move even an inch.

"Elder Wang, I... I..."

Qin Xuan sized up the stunner before him, a playful glint in his eyes. "So, you can’t move right now?"