Yet Another Serpent

There was one thing about Wen Ran that could be truly commended—his unwavering refusal to give up, to let others walk all over him. As the mockery and ridicule from the sect members grew louder, he silently swore to himself that he would endure. For now, I will endure, he thought, but later, when I have the chance, I'll make them regret their words.

But he wasn't content with simply slaughtering everyone who dared to mock him. No, Wen Ran had developed a deeper, more sinister desire. A desire to use these people, to manipulate their weaknesses and grow his own power. After all, he had already stepped onto the path of the demonic arts, and if he had to consume the souls of others to rise, so be it. The past life, with all its rules and morals, was nothing more than a distant memory now.