I Have an Omen System

A celebratory atmosphere permeated the Holy Sect.

It was festooned with lanterns and decorations, brimming with joy.

Even the lowest-ranking Demon Disciples received a bonus of five whole Contribution Points on their Iron Orders.

The victory in the great war against the righteous factions had clearly been a huge boon for the Holy Sect...

Having been undercover for ten years without once returning, Qin Xuan felt the Holy Sect looked very different from before.

He had just entered the Outer Sect.

There, he saw a large group of pale-faced Demon Disciples at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer emerging weakly from the Scripture Pavilion, supporting one another.

At the sight of these Demon Cultivators, a wistful sigh escaped Qin Xuan, and an unconscious smile touched his lips.

’How many years has it been since I joined the Holy Sect?’

’Right... It’s been fifteen years. I started out just like them!’

"This junior, Duan Ning, pays his respects to Master Qin!"

A black-robed Demon Cultivator at the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment First Level suddenly dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in a salute. Bowing low toward Qin Xuan with his rear high in the air, he trembled with fear.

The nearby Demon Disciples at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer had yet to react, their faces filled with a profound shock that lingered for a long time.

They had just witnessed the might of this Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator, Duan Ning; countless Demon Disciples had died at his hands.

How could such an exalted figure be so terrified of this handsome young man, from whom they couldn’t sense the slightest fluctuation of Demonic Essence?

"Gr... Greetings, Master Qin!"

The crowd of Demon Disciples trembled all over. Scrambling to follow suit, they dropped to their knees, and for a long time, none dared to look up.

They were terrified that a single misstep would provoke Qin Xuan’s anger and cost them their lives.

"Duan Ning..."

Qin Xuan asked curiously, "You know me?"

Duan Ning was a thin, young Demon Cultivator with a pockmarked face. Qin Xuan didn’t remember ever having such a Demon Disciple under his command.

"Master Qin, great men are often forgetful. About fourteen years ago, you bet on this humble one during the Celestial Pride Wagering in the Blood Pool Trial and made a fifty-fold profit..."

He might not have recognized the man, but the moment Contribution Points were mentioned, Qin Xuan’s memory instantly returned. He even recalled the odds with perfect clarity.

"Ah, so it’s you. I remember now."

Qin Xuan’s eyes lit up.

"Two hundred per bet, a payout of 1-to-5, ten-times leverage, for a total of ten thousand points... Am I correct?"

Duan Ning gave an awkward smile. "Your memory is incredible, Master Qin. That’s exactly right."

"Not bad. To achieve Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment in a mere decade... You have great potential as a Demon Cultivator..."

As Qin Xuan patted Duan Ning’s shoulder, a Bone-Transforming Corpse Beetle stealthily dropped onto the back of his neck.

"I’ve just returned to the sect and need to head to the Contribution Hall to turn in a Talisman Decree, so I can’t chat for long."

"Have you chosen an altar to join? If you haven’t found a home yet, you can come find me at Ten Thousand Poison Peak in a few days. My Plague Poison Altar happens to be short one Vice Incense Master."

Duan Ning’s face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Master Qin! This subordinate would walk through fire for you!"

Qin Xuan nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

A nearby demon with a Human Dao Foundation Establishment watched from a great distance, not daring to approach. Only after Qin Xuan had left did he pluck up the courage to walk over cautiously.

"Senior Brother Duan, who is this Master Qin? How come we’ve never heard of him...?"

"Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. You just need to know that he’s a major figure neither you nor I can afford to provoke!"

Duan Ning glared, angrily rebuking and driving away the undiscerning Human Dao Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Then, with a pious expression, he knelt on the ground facing the direction Qin Xuan had left. He didn’t even circulate his Demonic Essence, only rising slowly after the sun went down.

As for the poor Demon Disciples at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer behind him, they were already weak to begin with. Some had knelt for so long they fainted on the spot.

...

’Duan Ning, a third-reincarnation Demon Disciple of the Purple Mansion realm...’

The words of an old divination slip surfaced in Qin Xuan’s mind, and he came to a rough conclusion.

’A reincarnated Golden Core Blood Demon can reach Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment in as little as a year, while a reincarnated Purple Mansion True Demon needs ten years...’

As for reincarnated Foundation Establishment Great Demons, Qin Xuan had yet to encounter one.

To be honest, Qin Xuan was quite interested in the Holy Sect’s so-called Reincarnation and planned to find an opportunity to study it thoroughly.

’Perhaps I’ll have a use for it myself one day.’

’That unlucky bastard Plague Bone should be about ten years old by now. I wonder if he’ll be able to join the Holy Sect again in this lifetime.’

’If he’s that lucky, I’ll pay more attention to him and see how that old rascal is progressing.’

With these thoughts in mind, Qin Xuan stepped into the Contribution Hall.

He came face to face with Jin Wuhai.

"Junior Brother Qin, you’re back?"

"We haven’t seen each other in ten years, but you’re as impressive as ever, Junior Brother—even more so than before!"

Jin Wuhai immediately dropped what he was doing, strode forward, and grabbed Qin Xuan’s arm, his smile effusive and his enthusiasm overwhelming.

Qin Xuan thought to himself, ’Ten years? We just saw each other six years ago, though you wouldn’t know that, of course.’

"You’re too kind, Senior Brother Jin. It was just a stroke of luck," Qin Xuan said humbly.

"Nonsense! Don’t think I haven’t heard. The news is all over the Holy Sect. You performed a great service in You Province, and you even had a hand in our recent victory in the great war. For your sake, Master Blood Tyrant Demon Child even made a point of severely punishing Wei Qingyi, who stole your Task Talisman Decree. It makes the rest of us incredibly envious..."

Jin Wuhai gripped Qin Xuan’s hand tightly, his voice thick with emotion.

"Junior Brother Qin, when you make it big in the future, you must not forget your Senior Brother!"

Since Jin Wuhai had gone this far, Qin Xuan gave an awkward smile and a slight nod.

Despite Jin Wuhai’s pleasantries,

Qin Xuan knew for a fact that the man was a vicious son of a bitch hiding behind a kindly face.

During his five years in the Sun and Moon Blessed Land, Qin Xuan had personally witnessed him torture Hou Qi to the brink of death and back.

’But... from the looks of it, has he already cultivated the Yinghuo Life Star?’

Qin Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Jin Wuhai, who was originally short and stocky with abnormally thick arms from years of Artifact Refining, now looked normal. However, flame-like markings had appeared on his arms, and his fingernails had become progressively darker and sharper, as if they had been dipped in poison.

"Senior Brother Jin, I want to redeem my mission rewards. Who should I see about that?"

Getting straight to the point, Qin Xuan retrieved a radiant, blood-red Jade Talisman from his sleeve.

"A Seventh-Grade Purple Mansion Talisman Decree!"

Jin Wuhai swallowed hard, his mind reeling. He stared at Qin Xuan with a hint of unfamiliarity, as if looking at a stranger.

’The rumors were true. He really did accomplish something major.’

"This is above my authority, Junior Brother Qin. Please wait a moment while I go get Altar Master Ruan for you."

At the sight of the blood-red Jade Talisman, a new clarity entered Jin Wuhai’s eyes.

"Alright." Qin Xuan nodded slightly.

A moment later, a tall, slender figure appeared in the Contribution Hall.

He was tall and thin, with a deathly pale face, looking like a frail scholar just recovered from a serious illness.

"I am Ruan Fusheng, Head Altar Master of the Ten Thousand Corpses Hall. *Ahem, cough cough*... I’m currently on rotation in the Contribution Hall’s Artifact Department. A pleasure to meet you, Young Friend Qin."

Ruan Fusheng spoke with a smile, but before he could finish, he pressed a white handkerchief to his mouth and began to cough violently.

With a casual glance, Qin Xuan noticed streaks of blood on the white handkerchief!

"This junior, Qin Xuan, greets Altar Master Ruan."

Ruan Fusheng waved his hand. "No need for such pleasantries. Come to the inner chamber, and I will hand over the Spiritual Field and the Magical Treasure, the Yin Yang Demon Refining Furnace..."

At these words, Jin Wuhai’s head snapped up.

A thick wave of greed flashed deep in his eyes.