I want Ancient Luck

I want Ancient Luck...

In the realm of martial arts, fate could be as cruel as a sharpened blade. Situ Po, a prodigious talent and a chosen disciple of the Sword Extinction Sect, had his life snuffed out with a mere flick of Qin Wentian's finger.

Situ Po's potential was a blazing sun, granted access to the thirty-six Dao Cultivation Halls and recently attaining the formidable ninth level of Yuanfu. Given time, he could have become a legend in his own right. Alas, fate had other plans.

It all began with a clash in the Unmatched Realm between Qin Wentian and the formidable Yue Bingying, a genius whose talent dwarfed Situ Po's. The young Situ Po, brimming with arrogance, had believed he could utterly dominate Qin Wentian. Only the intervention of the Unmatched Realm's elders stopped their battle, redirecting it to the Heavenly Stele Steps trial.

At the trial, Situ Po was humbled and expelled from the Unmatched Realm. But his humiliation festered into a burning vendetta. When it finally erupted, it spelled the end of his own life.

Competitions among powers could be ruthless, yet contenders often spared their opponents' lives. However, Chen Wang, Situ Po, Yang Fan, and Hua Feng had underestimated Qin Wentian's resolve. They sought to force him out of hiding in a cave to finish him off, but little did they know that their actions would seal their own fate.

As Qin Wentian emerged from the cave, he unleashed a storm of vengeance. First, he obliterated Hua Feng and sent Yao Jun fleeing with a single chilling remark. Then, in a climactic moment, he ended Situ Po with nothing more than a single, fatal finger. The spectators, once silent, were now speechless.

Qin Wentian's meteoric rise, from the initial drum echo test to this deadly showdown, was nothing short of astounding. His lower cultivation base was now irrelevant. Facing off against four mighty Heavenly Fate Rankings contenders, he had slain two and routed one. His actions spoke louder than any words.

Even those from the Azure Emperor Palace, including Yue Bingying, couldn't ignore the magnitude of what had just transpired. It was her arrogance that had set Situ Po on this fatal course, and the weight of that guilt turned her complexion ghostly pale.

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With the man she had placed all her hopes in now lifeless, panic and fear gripped her heart. Would Qin Wentian still remember her? And if he did, would he seek vengeance?

The onlookers, including those from the Sword Extinction Sect, Hua Clan, and Star-Seizing Manor, watched with grim expressions. This time, Qin Wentian had successfully infuriated all these transcendent powers.

While the disputes and concerns among the younger generations were typically contained within those ranks, Qin Wentian's actions felt like a resounding slap across the faces of these lofty sects. They couldn't openly dispatch Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns to kill Qin Wentian, not after so many witnesses saw what had unfolded today. Yet, they could certainly scheme in the shadows to make his life miserable.

Qin Wentian was well aware of the repercussions of his actions. But as a man, how could he continue to tolerate such injustice? Would those who sought his submission have shown him mercy?

His gaze fell upon the sole survivor, Yang Fan.

"I'll grant you my ancient luck," Yang Fan stammered, his face drained of color. He had never tasted such utter despair before. Looking at the five Astral Warbeasts closing in around him, Yang Fan knew there was no escape.

"Too late," Qin Wentian declared calmly. The Golden Primal Ape pounded the ground, sending forth a formidable golden palm; the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk screeched as its razor-sharp wings sliced through the air; the Silver-Armored Bear King bellowed in fury, charging forward...

Not just Yang Fan, even the spectators felt their hearts pounding in their chests as they witnessed the brutal scene unfolding. Yang Fan, a Heaven's Chosen from the Star-Seizing Manor, was pummeled and torn so mercilessly that he became an unrecognizable mess of blood and flesh.

Qin Wentian's Purgatory Vermilion Bird swooped in, eagerly devouring what was left of Yang Fan. In an instant, the three vertical lines of light on Qin Wentian's forehead neared completion. This indicated that he had absorbed the luck of over twenty competitors who had been eliminated. Most of them had fallen at Yang Fan's hands, so by devouring his ancient luck, Qin Wentian claimed all those who had previously met their end at Yang Fan's prowess.

Raising his head, Qin Wentian cast his gaze toward the horizon.

"Chen Wang," Qin Wentian muttered, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent sharpness.

"Since you seem so eager for the top spot, I'll be your competition all the way," he declared.

As his words echoed, the Silver-Armored Bear King leaped onto the back of the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, the Blue-Scaled Flood Dragon stood on the Silvery Roc's back, and the Golden Primal Ape surged forward with colossal strides, all disappearing from Qin Wentian's view.

The five Astral Warbeasts rocketed in different directions, creating a demonic whirlwind of speed within the formation world.

Qin Wentian soared ahead, leaving Xuan Yan with a wry smile and a sigh. His rapid progress made her own supposedly "outstanding talent" seem rather pedestrian.

In this ancient world, the competition for ancient luck had intensified to brutal levels, leading to the elimination of weaker contestants. Only the strong remained. Yet, with fewer contenders, the chances of encountering others decreased significantly.

Elsewhere, Longin, ranked 20th on the Heavenly Fate Ranking, tread carefully. He knew this ranking battle was exceptionally perilous, with an abundance of formidable talents. Just moments ago, he had witnessed a stunningly beautiful woman defeat someone ranked even higher than him.

But now, a crease formed on Longin's forehead as he felt the earth's vibrations intensify. He shifted his gaze toward the source, his face paling when he saw a golden ape charging toward him. Each of the ape's steps sent tremors through the ground, like mini earthquakes.

"Isn't that a Golden Primal Ape?" Longin's heart raced. Why was such a monstrous beast in the formation world? What was happening?

The Golden Primal Ape closed in rapidly, and Longin's fear grew as it roared. Its massive palms descended like golden mountains, exuding overwhelming power that struck terror into Longin's heart.

Ranked at the prestigious #3 spot in the Warbeast Index, the Golden Primal Ape was renowned for its flawless blend of offense and defense. When coupled with its summoner's Mandates, particularly the Mandate of Force and Mandate of Demons, it became an absolute terror.

With a single swipe, it seemed as though the heavens themselves were crashing down. Longin strained with all his might to defend, but he was effortlessly crushed into the ground. The Golden Primal Ape then scooped up Longin, continuing its furious gallop.

"Foul beast, release me!" Longin bellowed in impotent fury. He had never been so incensed.

But his cries were drowned out by the Golden Primal Ape's deafening roar, which seemed to shatter the very sky. Longin's thoughts raced, wondering how in the world this bizarre situation had come to be.

Where had this beast even come from?

Shortly after, the Golden Primal Ape repeated its actions, snatching up another unfortunate soul named Nyelin. Nyelin, despite ranking in the 30s on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, was a formidable character. However, against the golden ape, without mastery of second-level Mandates, it was nearly impossible to scratch the warbeast due to its impenetrable defense.

The outcome was as predictable as it was frustrating—Nyelin suffered the same fate as Longin, both of them trapped in the same palm, their bodies uncomfortably close. Their anger threatened to boil over.

And just to clarify, they were not romantically inclined toward each other...

In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed. Hunting for ancient luck was becoming increasingly challenging. The strong were only growing stronger, accumulating a wealth of ancient luck.

Chen Wang and Shi Potian had their Vermilion Birds hovering ominously behind them, on the brink of manifesting in reality. These fiery avian guardians were a sight to behold, radiating intense heat and menace.

Zhan Chen, Emperor Azure, Wang Jue, and Yan Cheng were equally outstanding contenders.

The dark horses—Si Qiong, Qin Zheng, Leng Hong, Hua Shaoqing, and Yun Mengyi—showed no signs of slowing down, continuing their relentless ascent in the rankings.

But in the recent days, the one who had captured the spotlight wasn't Chen Wang, Shi Potian, or any of the dark horse contenders. Surprisingly, it was the character that had been ignored and underestimated from the start—Qin Wentian.

Within the Vermilion Bird Formation, a jaw-dropping spectacle was unfolding.

The Golden Primal Ape, Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, Silvery Roc... All five Astral Warbeasts were converging in a single direction. Several figures struggled within the Golden Primal Ape's massive palms, while others were caught in the talons and claws of the Silvery Roc and Blue-Scaled Flood Dragon. Their futile resistance seemed to fall on deaf ears; these Astral Warbeasts weren't interested in killing them. Instead, they were transporting their captives at breakneck speed to a specific location.

That location turned out to be a mountaintop.

Atop this mountain, on a colossal rock, sat a young man with his eyes closed. The captives looked up, only to be momentarily blinded by sunlight reflecting off the figure in platinum robes. This person was none other than Qin Wentian!

In this moment, Qin Wentian seemed less like a human and more like the demon king himself.

His aura alone sent shivers down the spines of the captives. Aside from the Astral Warbeasts who had snatched them, they noticed a congregation of other demonic creatures. It was as though these beasts had gathered for a singular purpose—to worship Qin Wentian.

He appeared as the monarch of all demonic creatures, and now, the captive contenders finally comprehended that Qin Wentian was the master of these formidable Astral Warbeasts.

"Thanks," Qin Wentian declared with fiendish eyes, watching as his Purgatory Vermilion Bird devoured the remaining captives with relish. They trembled with anger but could do nothing but helplessly witness this moment. This event would linger in their memories for years to come—the legendary figure of Grand Xia perched atop a colossal rock, his imperious gaze passing judgment upon them all as he plundered their ancient luck like an emperor claiming tribute from his subjects!