Chapter 731 A Sword - I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

Wu Xing Tian gazed at Shinichi Chizuru and her group, aware that he would not survive this ordeal tonight. Yet, he maintained his composure as expected. “Greetings, everyone. I see there’s someone missing—where is Ichiro Yagyu?” Wu Xing Tian scanned the group, noticing an absence. This question left Shinichi Chizuru and the others silent, uninterested in answering. “Wu Xing Tian, your time is up. We’re here to send you off.” Smith smirked derisively. “Such kindness. I am deeply honored.” Wu Xing Tian chuckled, his gaze resting on Shinichi Chizuru. “Congratulations, Lady Chizuru.” “What do you mean?” Shinichi Chizuru asked, puzzled. “Once I’m gone, you will claim the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking, and none among the ranks will be able to challenge you,” Wu Xing Tian said with a smile. Smith and the other powerful figures exchanged glances, their eyes shimmering with intrigue. “In our country, there's a saying for your actions—‘sowing discord,’ which seems quite fitting right now,” Shinichi Chizuru commented. “You’re quite knowledgeable about our culture. Are you interested in becoming a daughter-in-law in our country? If you are, I could introduce you to someone.” Wu Xing Tian spoke as if engaging in casual conversation, devoid of any sense of imminent danger. “Wu Xing Tian, there’s no need to stall. No one will save you today,” an Indian monk remarked. “Enough talk. Let’s finish this quickly,” Smith urged impatiently. Though confident in their strength, they were on unfamiliar ground, cautious of unforeseen events, and keen to swiftly eliminate Wu Xing Tian. “Miss Chizuru, I'll join you against Wu Xing Tian. The rest is up to you. Is that acceptable?” Smith proposed to his companions. Both Smith, Shinichi Chizuru, and Wu Xing Tian had cultivation levels above the Tenth Stage of the Saint Realm, with differences in minor stages. In Wu Xing Tian's prime, even the combined efforts of Smith and Shinichi Chizuru would fall short. But now weakened, they were more than enough to handle Wu Xing Tian. The remaining four, ranging from the Fifth to the Tenth Stage, faced little pressure in dealing with Ye Wu Hen and the Flame Dragon Army. It appeared an overwhelming victory was imminent. Yet Shinichi Chizuru sensed something amiss, a foreboding premonition preventing her from responding immediately. The others, however, nodded in agreement with Smith’s arrangement. “Miss Chizuru?” Smith pressed when she didn't respond. “No objections.” Despite her unease, Shinichi Chizuru ultimately nodded in agreement. Besides, Wu Xing Tian’s earlier remarks, though an attempt to sow discord, were facts. With Wu Xing Tian's demise, no one on the Heavenly Ranking would rival her. As a cultivator, the allure of being number one was undeniable, and Shinichi Chizuru was no exception. With their plan settled, six immense streams of spiritual energy surged forth, imposing as deities. Everyone present, except Wu Xing Tian, felt their breath catch. These six Heavenly Ranking fighters were peerless in their respective countries, akin to Wu Xing Tian in his own. Now united, their power was enough to instill fear. In a sense, Shinichi Chizuru and her companions had become like ‘gods.’ Just as they were about to make their move, a sword descended from the sky, embedding itself before them. Shinichi Chizuru and her group paused, their eyes drawn to the three-foot-long sword firmly planted in the ground. Simultaneously, Wang Hao Ran emerged from the ranks of Ye Wu Hen’s forces. “Though you've attained your power through considerable effort, I urge you to turn back; otherwise, today may be your last,” Wang Hao Ran advised. His ethereal, unfathomable appearance briefly captivated Shinichi Chizuru and the others, her heart particularly stirred. [Ding, congratulations to the host for exceptional luck. Encounter with the secondary female lead Shinichi Chizuru triggers the supreme Peach Blossom Aura’s ‘Offer of Self’ effect.] [Ding, Shinichi Chizuru’s affection towards the host has risen to 80 (Deeply Devoted).] Receiving the messages, Wang Hao Ran maintained an outward calm. Previously disguised as Ichiro Yagyu, he hadn’t met the conditions to activate the Peach Blossom Aura when facing Shinichi Chizuru. Now, appearing as himself, the conditions were met, triggering the supreme Peach Blossom Aura with its primary effect. There was a moment of stunned silence among those present. Smith was first to recover, glaring with jealousy at Wang Hao Ran, scoffing, “A mere Sixth Stage Saint dare speak so boldly?” “You have one second to reconsider,” Wang Hao Ran stated coolly. He had assumed the role meant for Chu Tian and Ye Fan, facing Shinichi Chizuru and her group. The routine would naturally involve mockery from Smith and the others. But Wang Hao Ran had no interest in their prattle. “I withdraw.” After a brief thought, Shinichi Chizuru declared suddenly. Already sensing an oddity in the day’s events, she felt no malice upon seeing Wang Hao Ran. On the contrary, she feared for his safety should Smith and the others attack, leading her to comply with Wang Hao Ran’s suggestion. “Miss Chizuru?” Smith and the others were shocked. “You’ve made a wise decision; only, your response was a second too late,” Wang Hao Ran remarked casually. Smith opened his mouth, about to speak. Behind him, Wu Xing Tian and Ye Wu Hen seemed likewise poised to say something. Not one for delay, Wang Hao Ran mimicked a gripping motion, retrieving the sword embedded in the ground. The sword appeared plain and unadorned. Pointing toward Shinichi Chizuru and her group, he made a simple slash toward the void. Instantaneously, the six top-tier fighters erupted in blood mist, collapsing lifelessly. The surrounding silence was profound, the quiet so absolute a pin drop could be heard. Wang Hao Ran departed gracefully. The sword he’d wielded, merely a standard training blade of the Flame Dragon Army, hadn’t even been sharpened. Yet the strike he executed was anything but ordinary. “Sword Intent, that’s Sword Intent!” Wu Xing Tian, regaining his senses, gasped in disbelief. Wang Hao Ran, utilizing only his Sixth Stage cultivation, wasn’t overconfident—instead, he was more than competent. After acquiring Chu Tian’s Primordial Sword, Wang Hao Ran began the fusion process. The fusion progress was tied to cultivation level. Currently in the Golden Core phase, Wang Hao Ran progressed faster than Chu Tian, having surpassed a ten percent fusion threshold. Achieving ten percent fusion granted Wang Hao Ran substantial benefits. The Sword Intent was one such breakthrough. Even wielding Sword Intent with only Sixth Stage power, he was formidable. Not even a fully-powered Wu Xing Tian could withstand that strike. With such monumental events unfolding, Ye Wu Hen naturally had matters to attend to. Knowing she’d be preoccupied, Wang Hao Ran didn’t trouble her further and returned to Mu Nan Zhi’s residence. Late into the night, Ye Wu Hen contacted Wang Hao Ran, oddly inquiring if he had a Daoist title. His first impulse was to suggest ‘Sun, Heaven,’ but considered it too frivolous, and instead offered ‘Ji Tian.’ ‘Ji Tian’ was a moniker borrowed from the Ji Tian Demon Emperor, used casually. The following day. Wang Hao Ran awoke between Bian Su Wen and Mu Nan Zhi, discovering that the enigmatic Baixiaosheng organization had released an update. An updated Heavenly Ranking list appeared. At the top was Wang Ji Tian, followed by Ye Xuan Tian in second, Chu Tian in third, Wu Xing Tian in fourth, Ichiro Yagyu in fifth, and Long Qian Shan in sixth. Beyond the sixth, there were no names. Shinichi Chizuru, Smith, and the rest were missing entirely. Those unaware were left bewildered by the news. Shortly after the ranking update, Baixiaosheng released another announcement. The headline read: “Wang Ji Tian Annihilates Foreign Adversaries with a Single Sword; Six Saints Perish in the Imperial City!” The news sent shockwaves worldwide! (End of Chapter)