I Have an Omen System

A series of notifications appeared.

Qin Xuan was about to burst with joy.

’The cultivators of the Wang Family have really made me a fortune!’

...

The Wang Family Ancestral Hall.

The annual ancestor worship ceremony had begun.

In the center of the mourning hall, white banners hung down.

Because it was a period of mourning, the memorial tablets of Wang Runsheng and the other Wang Family cultivators who had died in the great war of the Cultivation Realm were enshrined within.

Qin Xuan sat in the seat of honor, his figure hunched. As he gazed at the memorial tablets, his mind had already drifted far away.

’Twelve thousand Qi Refining Clan Members in total, one Merit Point for every four people... for a grand total of three thousand Merit Points. Done deal!’

’I can’t believe I managed to squeeze out one last score before leaving.’

Qin Xuan found that he was growing fonder and fonder of his role as the Wang Family’s ancestor.

Once the Merit Points were credited, Qin Xuan transferred and hid the control over the Wang Family’s Soul Lamps in the agreed-upon location.

The clan members all wore numb expressions, their eyes hiding grief and indignation as they looked at Qin Xuan.

Over the past year, the ancestor’s vitality had only improved, as if he were growing younger.

A rumor had quietly begun to circulate around Thousand Island Lake.

"The ancestor of the Qixing Royal Family, Wang Zezhou, is secretly extending his life using the Celestial Essence Blood of female cultivators!"

However, fearing Qin Xuan’s power, all the Wang Family cultivators were filled with anger they dared not voice.

Just as the ancestor worship ceremony was about to conclude,

and Qin Xuan was preparing to give the identity of Wang Zezhou a perfect curtain call with a sudden death,

a sharp eagle’s cry suddenly pierced the sky.

"SCREEE!"

An immense pressure swept in from the horizon like dark clouds blanketing a city, causing Qin Xuan’s qi and blood to roil.

’A Void Mansion Daoist?’ Qin Xuan’s brow furrowed slightly.

But in contrast to Qin Xuan’s reaction, a commotion broke out before the mourning hall as joy spread rapidly through the crowd.

"Is that... Cousin Lanfeng?"

"Cousin Lanfeng isn’t dead! And he brought a Purple Mansion Daoist back with him!"

Joy bloomed on the faces of the Wang clan members. Finally, someone was here who could bring the ancestor to justice.

The thought of their beautiful wives being defiled by the ancestor had filled them with an anger they couldn’t express. Now, they could finally vent.

’I was wondering who it was. Turns out he’s just a Second Level Void Mansion... Is he trying to volunteer as a soul for my Soul Banner?’

Qin Xuan couldn’t help but shake his head and scoff inwardly.

As for how Wang Lanfeng had survived, that was no longer his concern.

A streak of cyan Escape Light descended, revealing a middle-aged cultivator with a stern face, dressed in a cyan Daoist Robe.

Behind him stood Wang Lanfeng, with his sharp, sword-like brows and star-like eyes, his aura piercing.

The group wore black armbands, appearing as if they had come to offer condolences, but their sharp auras suggested they were here to condemn.

Qin Xuan slowly raised his head. His gaze swept past the Void Mansion Daoist and landed on Wang Lanfeng as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Lanfeng, you’re not dead?"

"And you’ve brought an honored guest... Have you returned to the family to worship the ancestors and offer condolences?"

Wang Lanfeng took a step forward.

He first gave a slight bow to the ancestral tablets, then abruptly turned, his eyes burning as they locked onto Qin Xuan. He spoke in a sorrowful tone,

"No. I am here not only to mourn Uncle Runsheng, but also for the decline of our Wang Family over the last decade!"

Every word from Wang Lanfeng was laced with anguish.

"Consider our Qixing Royal Family! In the past, we raised Spirit Fish. While we were not a great power, we lived peacefully in our own corner of the world. But in the last ten years, ever since we switched to Artifact Refining under your rule, Ancestor, what a foul and corrupt state has our family fallen into?"

"Today, in front of the entire clan, I must ask you a few questions, Ancestor!"

Without waiting for Qin Xuan’s reply, his voice suddenly rose, each word ringing with power:

"First crime: You live in seclusion year-round, entering closed-door cultivation for years at a time while completely ignoring clan affairs. This has led to our Spiritual Fields becoming barren and our ore veins declining... Did you know that the family’s income has decreased year after year?"

"Second crime: For your own cultivation, you forcefully seized nearly half of the Spirit Pills and Spirit Stones in the family treasury! Do you know how many clan members who had a chance at Foundation Establishment were stuck at their bottlenecks, their paths to cultivation severed?"

"Third crime: You debauch the wives and daughters of others, taking them into your private courtyard regardless of whether they are married..."

Not only had Wang Lanfeng returned alive, but he had somehow learned of the ancestor’s deeds and was now exposing them in public.

In one breath, he listed a total of seven great crimes.

Qin Xuan’s expression turned grim.

"You insolent whelp... Who are you to accuse me?"

"This grandson wouldn’t dare accuse you. I only seek justice!"

Wang Lanfeng said sharply, "These seven crimes, each and every one, are the root of our family’s decline! Ancestor, you are unworthy of your station."

He turned and bowed deeply to the Void Mansion Daoist, Liuu Xuanjin. "Today, I have specially invited Elder Liu of the Cyan Wood Sect to uphold justice!"

The Cyan Wood Sect, like the Blazing Fire Sect, was a sect with a Purple Mansion Daoist.

However, Qin Xuan had seen through Liuu Xuanjin’s true capabilities with a single glance.

’This old coot is nothing but a silver spear with a wax tip—all flash and no substance... But that just makes it easier for me to put on a show!’

Liuu Xuanjin nodded slightly and took a step forward, his Purple Mansion pressure intensifying.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I am overstepping my bounds."

"However, the matters young friend Lanfeng speaks of concern the rise and fall of a clan. If they are true... perhaps you truly should reflect on your transgressions, Fellow Daoist."

Qin Xuan let out a soft laugh.

"Heh, you want to judge me? First, let’s see if you have what it takes!"

A black light flashed in his palm.

An exquisite, three-inch-long, slightly curved black blade quietly appeared.

"Go!"

Qin Xuan flicked his finger.

The Ink-Scale Black Blade let out a hum and vanished abruptly.

The next moment, it reappeared three feet from Wang Lanfeng’s brow!

Terrified out of his wits, Wang Lanfeng roared and retreated explosively, simultaneously summoning a cyan turtle shell shield.

RIP!

The seemingly sturdy Profound Turtle Shield was like paper before the Ink-Scale Black Blade and was easily pierced.

The black blade’s speed barely diminished as it continued straight for Wang Lanfeng’s brow.

"Insolent!"

Liuu Xuanjin frowned and flicked his sleeve.

A brilliantly glowing golden Talisman, though deployed later, arrived first, transforming into a golden Light Shield in front of Wang Lanfeng.

The Ink-Scale Black Blade struck the golden Light Shield, emitting a sharp, grating screech that set one’s teeth on edge.

Qin Xuan snorted coldly, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat. A stream of crimson Essence Blood shot into the Ink-Scale Black Blade.

WHOOSH!

The Ink-Scale Black Blade expanded in the wind.

But in that same instant, Qin Xuan’s body seemed to weaken and wither.

"Going all out?"

Liuu Xuanjin’s eyes narrowed and his expression grew serious. He summoned a Cyan Great Seal.

The Great Seal’s cyan light pressed down like a mountain toward the Ink Jiao Black Saber.

Just as the two Magical Treasures were about to clash again,

a smile appeared on Qin Xuan’s face. He suddenly withdrew most of the Magical Power he had infused into the Ink Jiao Black Saber!

The Cyan Great Seal smashed down without any flourish.

BOOM!

The Ink-Scale Black Blade let out a mournful shriek. Its surface glow dimmed instantly, its spiritual essence greatly damaged as it shot back into Qin Xuan’s body.

As if he had suffered a heavy blow, Qin Xuan spat out several mouthfuls of blood. His aura plummeted, and he swayed as if about to collapse.

"My lord..."

Li Sizhu cried out in grief and alarm, shouting, "You little beast! How dare you attack my lord!"

Wang Lanfeng’s eyes widened, his heart bleeding with anguish. "Sizhu, I am your husband! How can you side with him!"

Liuu Xuanjin shook his head slightly.

Just as he was about to say something, a sudden change occurred.

Behind the weakened Qin Xuan, an extreme point of golden light suddenly flared to life.

It was as if a miniature golden sun was being born.

An indescribably scorching aura instantly erupted, enveloping the entire area!

Liuu Xuanjin’s expression changed drastically, a look of horror appearing in his eyes.

"A Purple Mansion Fate Star?!"

BOOM!

The deafening explosion sent shockwaves of Spiritual Qi flying in all directions.

The blast sent tiles and rubble from the mourning hall flying, and the clan members with lower cultivation levels were knocked off their feet.

"Fall back!"

Liuu Xuanjin shouted urgently, frantically recalling the Cyan Great Seal to protect himself while also deploying several Defense Talismans.

But it was too late.

The golden sun was dazzling.

Liuu Xuanjin’s Protective Light Shield shattered like paper and dissolved!

He let out a blood-curdling scream and fell from mid-air, his aura instantly weakening to an extreme degree. It was clear he wasn’t going to make it.

The halo of golden flames swept toward Wang Lanfeng and the others.

"No!"

Wang Lanfeng’s eyes looked ready to split. As if struck by a giant hammer, he was sent flying backwards, spitting blood before collapsing, heavily injured.

The light faded.

The scene was one of complete devastation, with scorched earth everywhere.

Qin Xuan stood in his original spot, the Sun Fate Star having already vanished.

His body was withered, his skin dry and cracked, and his aura was feeble, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"The Purple Mansion Daoist... is dead? The ancestor actually killed a Purple Mansion Daoist!"

"A trump card capable of killing a Purple Mansion Daoist... We... we were wrong!"

Wang Runjiang, who had been the most vocal before, collapsed limply to the ground.

He slapped his thighs and wailed loudly.

If he had known the ancestor could kill a Purple Mansion Daoist,

forget one Yunniang—he would have offered a hundred, he would have sent his own daughter to the ancestor’s bed... he would have been willing!

"Heh, weren’t you all going to judge me?" Qin Xuan didn’t even glance at Wang Runjiang, who was green with regret, as he staggered step by step toward the exit.

"As you wished... COUGH, COUGH... from this day forward, I am no longer a member of the Wang Family!"

Qin Xuan threw his head back and laughed, transforming into a dim streak of Escape Light that vanished over the horizon.

"Ancestor, no, we were wrong!"

a clan member shouted in a trembling voice, his tone incredibly conflicted.

After a brief, dead silence,

an even greater panic began to spread.

A clan member said in a despairing, trembling voice, "The ancestor killed a Purple Mansion Daoist with the body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator... Doesn’t that just advertise to the whole world that our Qixing Royal Family possesses a legacy of Divine Techniques?!"