Chapter Fifteen: My Junior Sister Fainted from My Handsomeness!

Night had fallen.

A cold wind swept through, carrying with it a subtle chill. Wang Ran stepped out from the courtyard and strolled toward home. The events of the evening could only be described as utterly bewildering.

Who could have imagined that beneath the grounds of the Sovereign Sect, there lay a buried ancient ruin? And within that ruin, treasures beyond counting—hundreds of Daoist texts, countless spirit jades, and a mysterious, enigmatic giant pen whose origins remained unknown.

Wang Ran was in excellent spirits. Although a small mishap had occurred—he had plummeted from the heights—but he'd managed to catch a glimpse of the true disciple's body from head to toe. Such a privilege, surely, no one else in the entire sect could claim.

Moreover, with just a few words, he not only escaped mortal peril but also left the female disciple with a newfound respect for him, elegantly playing the role of a peerless genius without leaving a trace.

It was just as the saying went... Society’s Brother Ran, timid but full of cunning!

Even the beautiful true disciple bathing had not escaped his gaze. Just ask—who else could boast such fortune? Hmm? Who else?!

Wang Ran looked up at the sky and sighed softly, “Alas, the king is always lonely. So lonely, far too lonely.”

He glanced at the sky; not far off, the horizon was tinged with pale white, dawn soon approaching.

No longer lost in reverie, Wang Ran moved swiftly, hurrying home as he was carried by the brisk wind, always keeping his wits about him.

Soon, he returned to the rear mountain on the southern shore where he lived. His eyes swept over the area—the three corpses of the Law Enforcement Hall disciples still lay upon the ground. Fortunately, it was deep night and the place was deserted; had anyone discovered them, it would have been troublesome indeed.

With a casual gesture, he incinerated the bodies, then returned to his bamboo and wood hut.

He sat on his bed, stretched lazily, and first checked his Dao Value.

After subtracting the cost of the Luoyang shovel, he had sixty-one points remaining.

Sixty-one Dao Value points—enough to purchase a Sunfire Cloak.

Yet Wang Ran fell into contemplation, for the sect’s annual Dao Comprehension Ceremony was to be held tomorrow.

He decided to save his Dao Value for drawing a Daoist art; entering the Foundation Establishment stage was most important. The Sunfire Cloak required forty-four Dao Value points—a bit too costly for him at present.

Because comprehending Daoist arts during Foundation Establishment was crucial—the art gained was called the Life Dao Art, and its strength essentially determined how far one could go on the path of cultivation.

Other cultivators relied on their own luck and insight to comprehend Daoist arts. Wang Ran, however, was different; he found it exceptionally hard to comprehend on his own, depending instead on the system’s random draws. While convenient, it carried risks.

Because drawing Daoist arts was entirely a matter of luck—whatever came out was what he got.

With good fortune, he might draw something like the Eight-Star Diamond Glazed Body, but with poor luck, he could easily end up with a one- or two-star useless technique.

And since the Foundation Establishment Daoist art would become his Life Dao Art, Wang Ran did not wish to make a mistake. Thus, he resolved to save as much Dao Value as possible, just in case.

Lying in bed, exhausted from his efforts throughout the night, he planned to rest for a day, to recover his energy and participate in tomorrow’s Dao Comprehension Ceremony.

Perhaps, upon advancing to Foundation Establishment, he might even attract some attention and gain a few more Dao Value points.

As Wang Ran’s mind wandered, a sudden thought struck him—he had forgotten something.

Opening the system’s inventory, he found, besides the treasures gained from the underground ruin, a bronze treasure chest.

This chest was the reward granted by the system upon his successful Foundation Establishment of the physical body.

At the time, his attention had been wholly focused on the Law Enforcement Hall assassins, so he’d forgotten about this reward.

Now, as he relaxed before sleep, recalling the day’s events, it suddenly came to mind.

With a thought, Wang Ran took out the chest, feeling a ripple of excitement.

This was a system reward, after all, and given the system’s usual powerful temperament, who knew what good things might be inside?

He rubbed his hands together and gently lifted the lid.

The chest itself was not particularly ornate, just a common piece cast in bronze, somewhat heavy.

With a soft creak, Wang Ran opened the chest.

Inside lay a black cloak, neatly folded.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring an Invisibility Cloak!”

Hearing the system prompt, Wang Ran paused.

Invisibility Cloak?

What was this?

He checked its attributes, and his face showed some disappointment.

Invisibility Cloak: No attribute bonuses, no invisibility ability, but upon wearing, the host can conceal their presence and appearance; no method can break this effect, except those at Nascent Soul stage or above.

It seemed rather mediocre, but depending on usage, it might be handy. Though disappointed, Wang Ran stored it in his inventory.

It’s free, after all—what more could I ask for?

Still, as he lay in bed, Wang Ran tossed and turned, feeling somewhat uneasy.

After a while, he suddenly sat up, deciding to try drawing a Daoist art once more.

A trial draw, to see what the system’s chance was for high-level arts—who knows, he might get a surprising gift.

Thinking of this, Wang Ran could barely contain his excitement. He opened the lottery interface, gritted his teeth, and spent ten Dao Value points.

The lottery interface flickered rapidly, Wang Ran’s mood rising and falling with it.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light appeared before him.

“Ding! Congratulations to host Wang Ran for acquiring the Six-Star Daoist Art ‘Conqueror’s Haki’!”

The moment he heard the message, Wang Ran was stunned; then his heart began to pound.

It was... Haki!

And the most precious of the three types—Conqueror’s Haki!

Breathing rapidly, Wang Ran quickly opened the detailed description.

Conqueror’s Haki: Originates from the One Piece universe, a power that can intimidate all living beings. Initially weak, but increases as the user’s strength grows. Though a Six-Star Daoist art, used well it rivals an Eight-Star!

As a transmigrator, Wang Ran was no stranger to the lore of One Piece. This Conqueror’s Haki was a miraculous power possessed by one in a million.

Haki referred to the manipulation of intent—killing intent, aura, fighting spirit—those intangible senses, transforming them into a weapon to gain greater power.

There were three types: Armament, Observation, and the most potent—Conqueror’s.

With Conqueror’s Haki, one could amplify their aura and use it to overwhelm enemies—a truly wild and dazzling technique.

Wang Ran estimated that, given his current strength, using Conqueror’s Haki against opponents below the eighth layer of Qi Condensation would instantly kill them.

For those between Qi Condensation eight and Foundation Establishment three, it would knock out the weaker ones, while the stronger might only feel their legs go weak.

As for those above Foundation Establishment three, it would merely intimidate them; not a hair would be harmed.

This Daoist art was somewhat situational, but undeniably impressive!

Without hesitation, Wang Ran chose to learn it.

As a combat art, it could not be cultivated as a Life Dao Art, so Wang Ran remained at peak Qi Condensation.

He immediately felt an intangible aura sweep through him. A moment later, Wang Ran sharply raised his head, his eyes glinting with a chilling intensity—the Conqueror’s Haki swept across the entire mountain behind his home.

With a dull thud, two passing birds outside the bamboo hut were struck dead, falling from the sky into the stream in front of his door.

“This is just too cool,” Wang Ran murmured, stroking his chin, marvelling at the ability.

While he pondered, a lively figure appeared outside, skipping along.

“Senior brother, are you there?”

Yan Wanrou, her face radiant with a smile, cheerfully ran into Wang Ran’s courtyard, waving, “Senior brother, I’ve come to visit you with Xiao Baishi!”

Caught off guard by the voice, Wang Ran instinctively looked up—unwittingly letting his Conqueror’s Haki spill out again...

In an instant, the entire courtyard was swept by an invisible aura. Yan Wanrou, caught at the forefront, paused and fainted, collapsing to the ground.

Wang Ran’s mouth twitched.

Oh no!

He had really screwed up!

Rushing forward, Wang Ran moved to revive his junior sister. Just then, another person entered the courtyard, dressed in blue and white robes, holding a fan, radiating scholarly elegance. He was startled by the scene.

“What... what happened to junior sister?”

Seeing the newcomer, Wang Ran froze for a second, but quickly straightened his posture, suavely brushing back his hair, and said with a touch of self-reproach, “Ah, junior sister... was overwhelmed by my handsomeness!”