Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 83: Disappointment

This day would mark the moment when a man, who had spent his entire life battling, would come to cherish the feeling of creation. A new flame had ignited within his heart—a flame of desire, tinged with a touch of the vile, yet still full of potential and creativity.

I can succeed, Wen Ran thought, his heart burning with determination. What separates me from success is only experience. If I work hard, I will achieve what I want.

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His passion soared, but what Wen Ran didn’t realize was that this very day would be the one where he’d question the very words he spoke.

The flame in the furnace now held a trace of wood energy, a delicate balance that seemed to offer hope. But the challenge was in maintaining it. One after another, the herbs inside the furnace turned to ashes, unable to even reach their melting point. To refine them into a pill, Wen Ran needed to control the flame with such precision that the powder could slowly and steadily transform into a small pill.

This is harder than I thought… Wen Ran cursed inwardly, his frustration mounting. But even then, the fire within him still burned brightly. The desire to succeed fueled him, pushing him to continue, despite the mounting failures.

The old man watched from the corner of the room, his eyes betraying the deep frustration within. He had once imagined Wen Ran to be a genius—someone who could learn quickly, who could rise to greatness and become a prodigy unlike any other. But now, as he observed the countless failures, he began to wonder if he should simply kill the boy and find a new disciple. His face remained neutral, but the dissatisfaction was clear, hidden behind a carefully masked expression. His killing intent was concealed so well that even Wen Ran, absorbed in his attempts, couldn’t sense it.

"How about we stop for today? You look spent," the old man suddenly spoke, his voice laced with frustration. He couldn’t bear to watch this disaster any longer. He stepped forward, stopping Wen Ran before he could accidentally explode something or burn the entire place to ashes.

Wen Ran didn’t respond right away, and his body language made his displeasure obvious. He didn’t move for a long moment, his pride refusing to let him concede so easily. He wanted to refuse, wanted to stand firm, but deep down, he had to admit it—he was bad. Very bad. At alchemy.

Yet there was a fire in Wen Ran, one that had never died, even in his past life. No matter how many times he had fallen, he would always rise again. That was his strength. His ability to keep fighting, to keep pushing forward, even when others had long given up on him. That was why people followed him—why they replaced the gods in their hearts with him.

If they knew that Wen Ran had taken the demon path in this life, they would surely roll in their graves. Of course, there were no graves left since the world had exploded, but their souls would still bleed at the thought of the hero they once worshipped turning into the devil.

"I understand, master," Wen Ran said, his voice reluctant, but with a depth of emotion that echoed his internal struggle. He rose to his feet, bowing deeply to the old man before turning to leave. "I will be back here early tomorrow morning. If I can’t successfully form the pill by the end of the day, I will personally cripple myself and give up on cultivation."

His words were heavy, filled with determination. The old man, who had expected only resistance, was taken aback by the intensity of Wen Ran’s resolve. He hadn’t expected the boy to go so far, to bet his entire future on something so trivial as alchemy. In that moment, the old man realized he had been doubting Wen Ran for no reason. Even if the boy failed now, it was clear that he would achieve greatness. It was only a matter of time.

Wen Ran bowed deeply once more, then turned to leave the alchemy hall. But as he stepped outside, he suddenly realized the crucial detail he had forgotten to ask—where would he sleep tonight? Now that he had become an inner disciple, he didn’t have the luxury of staying in his previous accommodations. Not to mention, the week of grueling trials and failures had drained him completely.

Standing in the moonlit night, Wen Ran felt a strange sense of loss. The valley of mountains stretched far and wide in the distance, the city’s calm aura nearly overwhelming. The peaceful night should have been a relief, but instead, it made him uneasy. His entire life had been chaos—he had never known a single moment of peace. Every day had been a struggle, a battle to survive. Now, this stillness made him feel vulnerable, exposed.

I shouldn’t think about it, he told himself. I need to focus. I need to find a place to cultivate tonight. I have to absorb what I’ve learned today.

His eyes scanned the surroundings. He remembered the bathhouse, where people practiced cultivation during the day. Maybe, just maybe, he could use that spot tonight. If he could meditate there, he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place to stay. But there was one thing he needed before he began his cultivation: his items. The copper bracelet was crucial—it sped up his cultivation and helped him slip into meditation almost instantly, no matter the situation.

That damn Luo Feng… Wen Ran cursed under his breath. Left me here and ran off. I’ll skin him alive the next time I see him…

Suddenly, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother Wen Ran, is that you?!"

Wen Ran turned quickly, and his eyes widened in surprise. A young woman, slightly older than him, was running toward him from a distance. Her silky black hair danced in the moonlight, flowing around her like a dark halo. The sight of her was mesmerizing, and in that moment, she appeared almost ethereal against the backdrop of the night.