Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 152: Who’s the fox now?

Something within the woman stirred, a faint yet undeniable shift in her understanding — a realization that pushed her past her previous boundaries. Wen Ran's sharp eyes caught the flicker of enlightenment in her gaze, and his heart sank.

Damn it... he cursed inwardly. Whoever she is... I just gave her a chance to step into another realm. If she ends up as my enemy, I'll be the one paying the price for my own stupidity.

As her figure began to blur and dissolve into the snow, blending seamlessly with the swirling frost, Wen Ran panicked. His tired limbs tensed, thinking she was taking the lotus with her. But to his surprise, the Ice Spirit Lotus glided gently through the air, drifting toward him like a feather caught in the wind. It landed softly in his palm — delicate yet powerful, its crystalline petals radiating an icy chill.

But something else was inside.

Nestled within the lotus, Wen Ran's eyes widened as he discovered a medicinal pill — its icy surface smooth and pristine, with beautifully etched veins running across it like frozen rivers.

Carefully, Wen Ran picked up the pill, feeling an intense cold rush through his body the moment his fingers touched it. His breath hitched. The energy radiating from the pill was unmistakable — pure Yin energy. It was a treasure of immense value, one that only cultivators specializing in ice techniques could absorb without severe backlash.

This... this is an essential item for ice cultivators... he realized.

Yin energy was naturally abundant in women, just as Yang was dominant in men. That was why most ice cultivators were female, while fire cultivators were typically male. But there were always exceptions — and Wen Ran was the most unique of them all.

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How did she know...? His mind raced.

His thoughts flickered back to the cave — the cursed place where the Ice Empress's spirit had waited for him. Could she have been part of the same faction? But that didn't make sense. She couldn't have seen him fight before — not unless she had been watching from the shadows.

Yet no matter how deeply he tried to sense her presence, no trace of her aura lingered. It was as if she had never been there at all.

I have eight days left... Wen Ran muttered under his breath, his body aching, his stomach twisting with hunger. His limbs felt heavy, and the thought of dragging himself back to the cave made him crave rest more than anything.

But the system's familiar chime shattered what little peace he had.

[Would you like to use a spatial portal to return to your desired location?][Only 20 years of your lifespan]

"%$#!" Wen Ran's furious curse ripped from his throat — so vile that even devils and gods alike would have recoiled.

"How come every single time I'm in deep trouble, instead of helping me, you try to con me to death?!" he roared at the empty space around him, his voice echoing off the frozen peaks.

Yet no answer came — only the system screen hovering in front of him, cold and infuriating.

His exhausted gaze locked onto the mocking golden letters.

I swear... this system is going to kill me before anything else does...

"I refuse! You can shove that offer up your ass!" Wen Ran barked, throwing his arm out dramatically as if he were dismissing some lowly servant. Somehow, his outrage seemed to fuel his body, giving him the strength to stumble back the way he came.

Yet no matter how far he walked, the glowing system window stubbornly floated alongside him — like an annoying salesman who refused to leave his doorstep.

"Listen!—"

But before he could finish, the snow erupted before him with a whoosh, and countless blue flames flickered to life. Skeletal figures began clawing their way up from the snow, their bones creaking and rattling like badly-tuned instruments.

Wen Ran froze. His temples throbbed painfully as he stared at the endless horde now rising before him — triple the number he had fought before.

"This... no, no, no... I refuse to accept this. This has to be a joke..." His teeth ground together so hard they might've sparked.

His furious gaze snapped back to the system window.

"This is your doing, isn't it?!" He jabbed a finger at the glowing screen.

The system, of course, said nothing — silent and smug as ever.

"Fine!" Wen Ran barked. "Make it five years, and I accept."

[The best I can do: 15]

Wen Ran's eye twitched so violently he thought his eyebrow might leap off his face and abandon him altogether.

"What the— Fifteen?! What is this, a bargain sale?! I'm not trying to haggle for vegetables in the market! I swear, if I could grab you right now, I'd rip you apart and forge you into a toilet seat!"

The system remained unbothered — no doubt enjoying his misery.

"Fine! Ten years!" Wen Ran snapped, his voice cracking like he was surrendering his very soul.

[No can do. You will not be transported to your master for an exchange of 20 years]

"...Wait... WHAT?!" Wen Ran's voice shot up so high that if there were birds nearby, they'd have dropped out of the sky.

He stared at the system screen in disbelief, feeling like he'd just been swindled by the world's most conniving con artist.

"You... YOU SAID FIFTEEN WAS THE BEST YOU COULD DO!"

The system window flickered a few times before disappearing from his sight, leaving Wen Ran standing there, staring at the endless horde of skeletons still crawling up the mountain. His gaze hardened, yet before he could even think about what to do next, his vision blurred.

In an instant, it was as if he'd been snatched away by the wind — his body carried off like a fallen leaf in a storm. When his eyes reopened, he was standing before the cave entrance where his master waited for him.

But something felt... wrong.

His chest felt hollow, an eerie sensation gnawing at his soul. He knew what it meant.

That's it... I'm never using that thing again... Wen Ran's thoughts darkened. I will rebel… if that's how it wants to play this…

He stood there in silence, staring blankly ahead, feeling as if the heavens themselves were mocking him. He wanted to cry, to scream, to vent his frustration — but no tears came. Only cold, empty resignation.