I Have an Omen System

"Elder Liu... is dead..."

Wang Lanfeng’s pupils quaked. He couldn’t believe it.

The shock sent blood surging to his heart. Wang Lanfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

His Cultivation, originally at the First Level of Earth Dao Foundation Establishment, dissipated without a trace in an instant.

"It’s all your fault! The Patriarch could have led our Wang Family to become a Sixth-Grade Purple Mansion Family, but now he’s lost all heart and abandoned us!"

A Wang Family Cultivator roared in anger.

"Kill him! That little bastard is the bane of the Wang Family!"

"Yes, kill him! Maybe the Patriarch will have a change of heart..."

A clan member shouted, filled with righteous indignation.

A thousand fingers pointed at him as countless curses rained down upon him.

Wang Lanfeng’s face was a mask of terror, his heart filled with despair.

He looked around and realized that the Cultivators clamoring loudest for his death were the very same people who had secretly conspired with him.

But now, they had all turned on him, shifting all the blame onto his shoulders!

Wang Lanfeng trembled with rage, pointing a finger at Wang Runjiang’s nose as he cursed.

"Wang Runjiang, you old dog! I could take it if it were anyone else, but you were the one who first contacted me! You were the one who arranged things with Elder Liu."

"We agreed that after it was done, half of the family’s assets would be offered to the Cyan Wood Sect, you would become the Patriarch, and I would be the Grand Elder..."

Wang Lanfeng blurted out, holding nothing back.

The expressions of the Wang Family Cultivators changed drastically, and they glared viciously at Wang Runjiang.

Wang Runjiang’s eyes darted away as he retorted angrily, "Nonsense! The Patriarch left because of you, you little bastard! What does it have to do with me?"

"You can be the Patriarch if you want. I certainly don’t want the position!"

Wang Runjiang flicked his sleeves forcefully.

He kicked Wang Lanfeng in the chest, sending him flying, and looked ready to beat him to death to "cleanse the family."

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Just then, someone suddenly said, "The Patriarch may be gone, but Lady Six Bamboo, Madam Yun, Madam Jie... and all the concubines are still here! He didn’t take them. Why don’t we support Lady Six Bamboo as the new Family Head!"

"Perhaps he’ll come back for their sake."

"That makes sense! We pay our respects to Lady Six Bamboo!"

A tsunami of praise erupted, but Li Sizhu was still lost in her grief over Qin Xuan’s departure.

In a state of confusion and bewilderment, she was chosen as the new leader of the Wang Family.

Li Sizhu stood in the family’s ancestral hall, her voice cold and her eyes red-rimmed.

"In life, Sizhu belongs to the Master. In death, I will be his ghost. One night with the Master was more blissful than a year with that little bastard. It made my whole life worthwhile... With the Master gone, I have no desire to live on. As for being the matriarch, find someone else."

Li Sizhu grabbed her hairpin and thrust it violently toward her pale neck, intending to kill herself.

"Sizhu, you..."

Wang Lanfeng’s eyes bulged. He clutched his chest, unable to catch his breath, and fainted from pure rage.

"Lady Six Bamboo, please, listen to me! Don’t take your own life..."

BANG!

True Essence surged from Wang Runjiang’s palm as he knocked the hairpin away with a single strike.

"The Patriarch was just angry and couldn’t see past it. The family must still be in his heart. Matriarch, please think. Did the Patriarch leave any words before he departed?"

Li Sizhu’s beautiful eyes were red and swollen, brimming with crystalline tears. She pondered for a moment before saying in a delicate voice:

"The Master did give an order... that if anything should happen to him, he left a contingency plan in the family’s treasure vault."

Wang Runjiang’s face lit up at her words.

The eyes of the other Wang Family Cultivators also gleamed with greed.

’That’s right. The Patriarch spilled his blood and guts for the family his whole life. How could he really just leave?’

’Maybe those Star Technique Divine Techniques, the one that can kill a Purple Mansion expert, are hidden in the family vault!’

Once this thought appeared, it became unstoppable.

"The Patriarch’s legacy belongs to everyone! No one person can hoard it!"

"The Star Technique Divine Techniques belong to the Wang Family! They should be made public!"

The crowd surged forward, a vast and mighty procession, scrambling to be the first to reach the family’s treasure vault at Megrez Lake.

Under the supervision of the clan elders,

RUMBLE!

The heavy doors of the treasure vault swung open under everyone’s expectant gazes.

A gust of sinister, cold wind blew out.

"Where’s the stuff?"

Wang Runjiang’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

The vault, which should have been piled high with Spiritual Materials and Treasure Medicines, was now completely empty. You couldn’t even find a rat.

"PFFT!" Wang Runjiang violently spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Patriarch, you are so cruel!"

A Wang Clan Elder slammed his fist against the wall. Not only had the Patriarch left, but he had also swept the family’s resources completely clean.

At that moment, perhaps a mechanism was triggered.

WHOOSH!

A great cloud of eerie green poison mist suddenly filled the air.

The Wang Family Cultivators looked at each other in dismay. Then, in their shock, they all collapsed to the ground, stiff as boards, their fates unknown.

...

「Five thousand miles away.」

A blood-red silhouette, surging with Spiritual Power, abruptly appeared.

Qin Xuan was holding the [Six-winged Cyan Cicada] and was just about to leap again when he suddenly froze.

’The trap was triggered this quickly?’

’The Wang Family is so greedy!’

Qin Xuan had thought it would take at least two or three months for them to stumble upon the poison mist he’d left in the family vault.

’Greed is a bottomless pit. Only one Patriarch died; couldn’t they just focus on running the family?’

’Oh, right. I took all their things and even sold off their people...’

’Never mind, then.’

’I really am a fine, frugal seedling of the Holy Sect.’

Qin Xuan activated the [Cyan Cicada Shell] again. Ripples spread through the void, and he vanished on the spot.

...

「Meanwhile.」

At the Holy Sect, in the Punishment Hall.

Wei Qingshan felt like he’d been having a string of bad luck recently.

First, he failed to connect with his fifth Life Star. Then, he was put under a gag order by the great [Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch]. And now, he had to go clean up his younger brother Wei Qingyi’s mess!

"Qingyi, oh Qingyi," Wei Qingshan said, his voice filled with frustration. "As your big brother, I told you to do your job properly at the Slaughter Altar and not try to be a hero. Why didn’t you listen?"

His Purple Mansion Star Palace was the [Lou Jingu] of the Twenty-Eight Constellations. It contained a total of six Life Stars: Lou, Zuo Geng, You Geng, Tian Cang, Tian Yu, and Celestial Grand General.

As long as he could connect with the fifth Life Star, Tian Yu, he would be able to successfully break through to the Purple Mansion Eighth Layer!

However, because of his failure, the Holy Sect’s resources would not be allocated to him for at least several years. And now, Wei Qingyi had gotten into this mess.

The Holy Sect was fraught with danger. The slightest misstep could turn you into cultivation fodder for someone else.

If they weren’t of a Demon Monarch Bloodline, the two brothers would have already been devoured by a Golden Core Blood Demon, with not even a scrap of bone left behind!

"Big brother, it’s not that I wasn’t trying! Master Blood Tyrant Demon Child didn’t see me on the battlefield and thought I was cowering in the Holy Sect, too afraid to fight. In his anger, he demoted me to the Prison Warden Demon Prison..."

Wei Qingyi’s face was ashen. His limbs were broken, shackles pierced his shoulder blades, and he was hanging from a punishment pillar in the Demon Prison, too miserable even to cry.

He was in a wretched state.

There was barely a single patch of good flesh left on his body, which was covered in festering, blackened marks from a branding iron.

Beside him lay a complete set of eighteen different torture instruments.

"Master Wei, if you’d please step aside... Master Chen has ordered that the punishment be carried out once every hour, as a warning to others. It is now my turn."

Pang Tunyun, the Chief Incense Master of the Assassination Altar, with his drum-like belly and exposed chest, no longer wore his usual warm smile.

Instead, he wore a poison-spiked ring, and his expression was ice-cold, as if this were his true face.

"Pang Xiangzhu, could you be a little flexible?" Wei Qingshan said in a low voice, slipping a bulging Storage Pouch into his hand.

Pang Tunyun accepted the Storage Pouch without a flicker of expression, his face remaining cold and businesslike.

"The Hall Master has ordered that no one in the Punishment Hall may bend the law for personal reasons. This applies even if the great [Green Snake Xuan Sha Demon Monarch] himself were here."

"Master Wei, to be honest, if we hadn’t been holding back, Junior Brother Wei would already be a ghost in his grave, waiting for reincarnation."

Wei Qingshan turned his head away and closed his eyes.

"Junior Brother Wei, my apologies," Pang Tunyun said with a cupped-fist salute.

BAM!

Before Wei Qingyi could even react,

Pang Tunyun slammed a fist into his chest. Demonic Essence surged, the poison spike ripped through his flesh, and the metallic stench of blood instantly filled the air.

"AGH!"

Wei Qingyi threw his head back and let out a bloodcurdling scream, his heart filled with immense regret.

’Junior Brother Qin, if I had known Master Blood Tyrant Demon Child valued you so much, I never would have tried to steal your mission!’

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