novelzi Chapter 48 Target: Heaven Shattering Sect
Chapter 48 Target: Heaven Shattering Sect
"Any information on which clan is responsible for this?" A young man, no older than fourteen or fifteen, asked in a calm, measured tone. His footsteps were light as he walked through the charred remains of the city, his expression unreadable amidst the desolation.
Beside him, a man bowed deeply, his demeanor reverent, his words carefully chosen. "Young Master, we have searched the entire area and questioned the nearby clans. There is no clear information on what could have provoked the conflict. However, some witnesses mentioned dark clouds shrouding the skies on the day of the massacre—an omen of something unusual. It may have been related to the battle if the lightning tribulation was powerful enough."
The young man shook his head. "No..."
He could still smell the thick scent of blood in the air, the lingering trace of something far more sinister. His sharp gaze swept across the ruins, his instincts screaming that this was no ordinary battle. "It might have been a trigger, but this was the work of a man, not the heavens."
Taking a deep breath, he straightened his posture, standing firm like an unshakable pillar. Even without an overt display of force, his mere presence was enough to remind those around him of his terrifying strength.
Suddenly, a ragged figure stumbled toward them—a beggar, clothes tattered, face smeared with filth. The man dropped to his knees, hands outstretched in desperation. "I-I have information... I know who might have been behind this! I-I'll tell you... if you pay me." His voice trembled, but his eyes burned with expectation as he looked up at them, waiting for their answer.
"Speak," the young man commanded, his voice soft yet laced with an unmistakable authority. "I will reward you based on the value of your information."
The beggar's eyes lit up, his lips curling into a wide grin.
"It was the Wu Clan! I swear on my life! I saw two of their young masters flee the city on the day of the disaster... and after it was over, a young man with white hair and a white rabbit left as well."
I need a place to lay low for a long time, Wen Ran thought. I believe there will be a lot of people coming after me if the news of my abilities spreads like wildfire. At that time, I won't have a place to hide under the heavens. Well, hell might be a nice place... He laughed at himself.
His fingers idly traced the smooth surface of a jade token in his hand. The intricate carvings embedded on its surface bore the name of a sect—one that exuded dominance even in mere words.
"Heaven Shattering Sect..." Wen Ran muttered under his breath.
The name alone carried immense weight, a promise of power and destruction. A place where the weak perish and the strong thrive.
A smirk tugged at his lips. Perfect. If he was going to lay low, it wouldn't be in some backwater village—it would be in the heart of a powerful sect, where he could sharpen his fangs in preparation for the battles ahead.
Wen Ran followed the directions scribbled on a small piece of cloth he had found inside the woman's spatial bag. Among the many items he had looted, these notes stood out—there were several of them, all pointing to the same location. If his guess was right, that woman had been a recruiter for the sect. That's why she risked her life to recruit me.
A smirk tugged at his lips. How convenient. He would use this as his excuse to infiltrate the Heaven Shattering Sect.
Of course, he had no intention of exposing his true cultivation path. That would be reckless. Instead, he had already decided—he would pose as a sword cultivator.
Sword cultivators were seen as prodigies, known for their dedication and mastery over the blade. To the world, they were battle maniacs who spent their lives refining their swordsmanship, honing their skills to perfection. And for Wen Ran, it was the perfect disguise.