Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

Xiao Mo stood there, tiny paws crossed and cheeks puffed out in a furious pout, as if someone had stolen her most prized carrot and chewed it in front of her just to spite her. Her sky-blue eyes glimmered with a betrayed glint, and her soft white fur bristled in irritation. Wen Ran, standing opposite her, felt a sudden surge of guilt crawl up his spine.

Why the hell do I feel like I did something wrong?

He scratched his head, utterly confused. She hadn't said a word—well, not that she could—but the way she glared at him made him feel like he'd abandoned her for years and committed several unforgivable crimes in the process.

"Where have you been, you stupid rabbit? So much for being a loyal companion..." he muttered, voice half annoyed, half sulking. The sting on his cheek from her earlier ambush still lingered. He rubbed it absentmindedly, but then something else struck him. That hit… it wasn't just strong. It hurt. And not in a normal 'adorable rabbit kicked me' kind of way—it had real force behind it.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he activated his spiritual sense, a faint pulse of energy flashing across his gaze. A soft hum of violet light burst into view around Xiao Mo's body, revealing not one, not two, but three glowing rings orbiting faintly around her. They pulsed with refined spirit energy, thick and vibrant, denoting her level.

Third Circle of Spirit Refinement?!

Wen Ran's pupils shrank, and he stood there, stunned into silence, his mouth slightly agape. He stared at the little fluffball in disbelief, the spiritual aura she released was pure, concentrated, and even… elegant.

How the hell did this rabbit surpass me?!

He was dumbfounded. The last time they'd parted, she was just barely entering the Spirit Gathering Stage. At best, she could nibble on a few herbs and bark at wild chickens. But now—now she radiated power like a beast born under the stars.

Wen Ran clenched his fists as if questioning the heavens themselves.

Let's say someone had insane talent, and they cultivated like a madman for ten straight years without rest—they might reach Spirit Refinement by then. Might. Even with his system, absorbing others' cultivation and cheating his way forward, he'd only just entered that realm himself.

So what in all the nine heavens did she do?! What miracle carrot did she eat?! Or was this the power of longing and fluffy determination?!

He didn't know. All he knew was that his pride just took a critical hit from a flying rabbit.

Xiao Mo punched the air repeatedly with her tiny paws, as if trying to communicate something, her fluffy brows furrowed in frustration. Her squeaks were fierce, almost indignant, and her ears twitched with every jab—yet to Wen Ran, it just looked like an angry rabbit throwing a tantrum.

He stared at her, completely lost. His expression was blank, eyes dull with confusion, like a man trying to understand ancient scriptures written upside down.

"Is this rabbit yours by any chance?" Xiao Lingyun asked, raising a brow as he observed the ridiculous scene. The old man couldn't help but be amused. His disciple was someone who could slaughter a sect without blinking, yet here he was, letting a rabbit smack him around like a misbehaving child.

"Somehow... I wish she wasn't," Wen Ran muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at the rabbit with a betrayed look. "This is Xiao Mo. My spirit beast."

Xiao Lingyun's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You—what? You have a spirit beast?!" His voice cracked, the words nearly catching in his throat.

"Yeah. Why? Is that rare or something?" Wen Ran asked with a casual shrug, as if he had just admitted to owning a pet chicken. In his eyes, taming beasts wasn't such a big deal. Back in the world he came from, beast tamers were common enough, even annoying at times. So many idiots had tamed spiritual beasts and refused to take care of them properly that the heavens themselves got angry. He'd lost count of how many times divine retribution had descended because someone kicked a sacred deer or hunted an ancient bird for soup.

"Rare? Rare?!" Xiao Lingyun almost spat blood from the sheer absurdity. He clutched his chest like he'd just been stabbed in the heart. "What kind of backwater cave did you crawl out from?! Not only do you possess dual elements, opposing elements no less, but you're also a beast tamer?!"

Wen Ran raised a brow at that, unsure whether he should be proud or concerned.

The old man took a breath and continued, voice still shaking, "There are fewer than five beast tamers left in this world. Five. You, brat, are the sixth. And if word gets out, those remaining five will hunt you down—not because they fear you, but because beast tamers are considered sacred… and dangerous. A true beast tamer has the potential to shift the balance of the entire cultivation world."

He paused for a moment, letting that sink in, before shaking his head with a bitter laugh. "You were already a walking disaster. Now you're a walking treasure too. I don't know whether to protect you... or seal you away before you bring the heavens crashing down."

Wen Ran felt like he'd been slapped in the face by a wave of divine truth, as if the heavens themselves had dumped a bucket of cold reality over his head. Yet rather than panic, he stood there silently, pondering whether he should start hiding Xiao Mo from the world—or just embrace the madness and let things burn.

The answer came to him rather easily.

"It's fine," he said calmly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let them come. As many as they want—I'll kill them all."

His words weren't boastful; they were simply cold, matter-of-fact, like he was commenting on the weather. His gaze shifted to Xiao Mo, who was now busy grooming her little paw like she hadn't just stirred up a revelation that could shake the entire cultivation world.

"If this rabbit grows stronger, she can help me deal with those self-righteous idiots," Wen Ran continued, casually cracking his knuckles. "Besides, old man, I'm already the villain in the eyes of the so-called righteous path. What's a few more enemies on the list?"

He lifted his head, his crimson eyes narrowing with subtle contempt. To him, the mortals running around playing cultivator were nothing more than children waving wooden swords. The only ones he could bother fearing were those beings that transcended mortality—true gods, the ones who could erase him with a glance.