Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 170: Five fruits. One bunny. Zero risk

"I don't understand you... you're either a cute little rabbit or a demon pretending to be one. Just pick a side already, will you?" Wen Ran muttered as he accepted the paw tap with a sigh. It didn't hurt at all—far from it. Her soft little paw was more like a warm cotton ball brushing against his cheek, fluffy and harmless, almost soothing in a weird way. He didn't want to admit it, but it actually felt kind of nice.

He gently brushed Xiao Mo off his lap and stood up, his eyes locking on the nest high above like a skilled thief memorizing the path to the emperor's vault. The wind whispered through the leaves, but in his chest, tension simmered like a blade pressed to the throat.

"That bastard bird... has five of my fruits, just sitting there like it owns the damn place," he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching with suppressed rage.

If I charge in now, I'll die.If I try to sneak up, I'll still die.If I wait, it'll eat them all one by one… and I'll die on the inside.

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He crouched near the bushes, eyes narrowing with murderous intent as if his glare alone could turn the roc into roast dinner. It didn't.

"I need bait… no, I need something smarter. Maybe if I lure it away..."

He glanced sideways at Xiao Mo, who blinked innocently and twitched her nose, completely unaware that her dear master was already plotting to sacrifice her for the greater good.

A wild, dangerous grin curved across Wen Ran's lips—the kind of smile that haunted nightmares. Xiao Mo froze. Her instincts screamed at her to flee. She took a cautious step back, but before she could bolt, Wen Ran's hand moved like a flash of sword light. He caught her cleanly.

"There's no escape today, my dear companion," he whispered sweetly as if he wasn't casually volunteering her for a suicide mission. "Today, we'll work like a proper master and spirit beast—side by side, right?"

His smile widened, and Xiao Mo shivered. Her little eyes watered with betrayal. She stared at him as if he'd sold her soul to the underworld.

This can't be real… I'm a rabbit, not a scapegoat! Xiao Mo screamed in her heart, her little chest puffing out with indignation. She wanted to curse him aloud, to lecture him properly for his sins—but the heavens, in their infinite cruelty, had given her no voice. So instead, she cursed the skies themselves for pairing her with this wretched excuse of a master who clearly believed spirit beasts were meant to be sacrificed at every turn. But she had a new plan.

Then, to Wen Ran's absolute confusion, she lowered her head bashfully, casting him a shy, demure glance, like a helpless maiden resigned to fate.

Wen Ran blinked.

…Is this rabbit trying to seduce her way out of being bait?

He shook his head.

I'm losing it.

Without another word, he cut a shallow line across his palm. Warm blood trickled down, and with practiced focus, he activated his technique. A thread of crimson floated upward, twisting like smoke into an impossibly thin string. With steady control, he wrapped it around Xiao Mo's left leg.

"Rabbit feet bring luck, right?" he muttered. "Let's hope that still applies when you're airborne."

The plan was simple. Xiao Mo would fly up, snatch a fruit, and the moment she did, Wen Ran would reel her back in like a fish on a line. Five fruits. One bunny. Zero risk.

A perfect robbery.

What could possibly go wrong?

He crouched behind the brush once more, eyes focused on the branch jutting out from the rocky cliff. Five of those rare fruits dangled in full view, glowing like fragments of the sky. Nestled beside them, an enormous golden-feathered roc curled its body, wings twitching every so often. It hadn't fully fallen asleep yet, but it was close—no doubt digesting the fruit it had just swallowed, letting it cleanse and nourish its body.

Wen Ran grit his teeth.

That fruit should've been mine.If I had the strength, I'd slice that damn bird into stew. Beasts like that... tsk.

With his current cultivation base, fighting a Spirit Core realm beast head-on was suicide. Even geniuses didn't court death so casually. Beasts were stronger than humans at every stage, especially ones born from spiritual bloodlines. Taking down a creature like this usually required two to three high-level cultivators working in tandem, or else…

They died.Or worse—lived on with crippled dantians and missing limbs.

Wen Ran glanced at Xiao Mo, who was still pouting in his lap like a bullied bride. He pointed toward the cliff with the seriousness of a military general briefing his top scout.

"Alright, listen. Fly over, keep quiet, and don't screw this up. I'm right here, watching you. Once you grab the fruit, I'll pull you back. Easy. We repeat five times, and we're rich." He paused. "But if the bird wakes up…"

His smirk turned sharp.

"You're on your own to distract it. You can fly now, right? OW!"

A tiny paw jabbed his chin with brutal precision, nearly making him bite his tongue.

"WEEE! WEEE!" she squealed furiously, glaring up at him.

Wen Ran rubbed his chin, trying not to look offended. "Alright, alright! No need to get violent. I was just preparing you for the worst-case scenario."

Xiao Mo huffed, crossing her tiny paws and turning away with dramatic flair.

Ignoring her attitude, Wen Ran gripped her by the scruff and slowly stood. With the solemnity of a cultivator offering his prized weapon to the heavens, he drew back his arm and—

"Fly, my little friend," he whispered, eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "Soar like an immortal sword through the nine heavens, and bring back the treasure I seek. May fate guide your paws."

And with that, he flung the rabbit straight toward the sky like a meteor, her soft scream fading into the wind.

His smirk deepened.

This wasn't just about fruit anymore. This was payback. Sweet, beautiful payback.