Chapter Twenty-Eight: Wang Ran Leaves the Sect

Among the items within, they were, of course, the equipment Wang Ran had exchanged from the system shop. One was the Infinity Edge, another the Bloodthirster, and that flaming shoulder armor was the Sunfire Cape.

Over a month ago, after attending the Grand Comprehension Ceremony, Wang Ran had already redeemed these items, since the system's discount event lasted only a week. He spent just over two hundred Dao Attainment Points in total; compared to the original price, it was well worth it.

Moreover, Wang Ran discovered that, since these three items were gear from an online game, he could either hold them or store them in his system inventory, and their effects would still be active. Just like a character in a game wearing equipment, the bonuses would apply even if the equipment wasn’t outwardly visible.

The attribute boosts, however, were very real. For instance, right now, even though Wang Ran wasn’t holding the Infinity Edge, its properties were already enhancing him: increased critical strike chance and critical damage, as well as a portion of physical attack power.

In other words, every punch Wang Ran threw would be stronger than usual and had a chance to deal critical damage. If luck was on his side and a critical hit occurred, the damage of that blow would rise by fifty percent.

The Bloodthirster's lifesteal effect was also automatically in effect.

The only exception was the Sunfire Cape. Although it could be worn in the inventory, due to its mechanics, unless worn externally, it would only boost health and armor; its unique passive, Immolate, would not activate.

The true power of the Sunfire Cape lay in its ability to constantly emit flames when worn, burning nearby enemies and causing them to lose health over time. The passive’s effect increased by fifty percent against minions and monsters.

Therefore, Wang Ran had to put on the cape to let the flames out and meet the passive’s conditions for it to trigger.

Yet Wang Ran was reluctant to wear it inside the sect, because he found the cape simply too ostentatious.

It was a garment forged of burning flames! Wearing it, could it still be called clothing? It was more like becoming a man of fire! Flames danced on the shoulder guards, on the sleeves, across the breastplate, and even the billowing cape itself was made wholly of fire!

Once worn, he truly resembled a fire god descending to the world—the surrounding temperature soared, the air shimmered with heat distortion!

No wonder the system boasted that this was the most flamboyant coat in all Valoran—bar none!

It was indeed dazzling, enough to make anyone gasp!

But Wang Ran had been cultivating within the sect recently and had no opportunity to don such gear, so he left it in the system inventory. Even so, its health and armor bonuses were still active.

At that moment, Wang Ran stroked his chin, recalling how protagonists in novels he’d read would attend auctions veiled—like that Xiao Yan fellow, always cloaked in black.

He pondered whether this was the proper way for a protagonist to make an appearance. Perhaps he too should hide his identity?

With that thought, Wang Ran’s eyes glinted, realizing that the Cloak of Concealment he’d received from a chest would finally come in handy.

He willed it, and a black cloak appeared in his hand for the first time. The material felt rather ordinary, inferior even to his inner sect disciple’s robe.

He shrugged and draped it over his shoulders. Instantly, the cloak flashed with golden light, seeming to meld into his body and vanish.

"What on earth?" Wang Ran blinked, and a system prompt appeared before his eyes.

It stated that the Cloak of Concealment was now active, with functions such as transforming clothing, altering appearance, and masking his aura.

Wang Ran was astonished—he’d thought it was just a plain black cloak, but it could actually change styles at will and even grant the ability to alter his features.

He stroked his chin, focused his mind, and transformed himself into a middle-aged man with a weathered look, his long hair tied back and flowing in the breeze, garbed in blue, a wine jug in hand—the very image of Yasuo, the Unforgiven.

He also suppressed his aura to the second stage of Foundation Establishment; unless a Nascent Soul cultivator or above probed, no one could discern his true strength.

Wang Ran then broke off a bamboo stick, drew a circle on the ground, and chanted, "Go with the swift wind, but beware what follows in your wake."

He brushed his hair with a flourish and murmured, "Perfect."

It was uncanny! From a distance, he looked exactly like the aloof old Yasuo—every detail was spot on.

That handsome silhouette, the air of melancholy, the breezy bravado in his words—if he attended the auction like this, he’d be the center of attention!

The thought made Wang Ran chuckle. He glanced at his personal stats.

He had thirty-one Dao Attainment Points left after some recent accumulation.

He stroked his chin, realizing he hadn’t drawn the lottery in days, and decided to try his luck.

He opened the Daoist Technique Draw interface and with a wave of his hand spent ten points.

The pointer spun rapidly, circling round and round.

Gradually, it slowed, then with a flash of golden light—

“Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the six-star Daoist Technique ‘Last Breath’!”

“Last Breath: Originating from the world of ‘League of Legends,’ Yasuo’s ultimate skill. Instantly dash to a knocked-up enemy, dealing devastating physical damage and suspending all airborne enemies in the area for an additional second, ignoring their armor value.”

Hearing the prompt in his mind, Wang Ran was stunned.

Seriously? Just as he’d changed himself into Yasuo, he drew ‘Last Breath’?

What extraordinary luck! Even better than forwarding a lucky koi meme!

He knew this skill’s greatest strength lay in its armor penetration and built-in blink—it was the perfect ability for making a grand impression.

Filled with confidence for his upcoming journey, Wang Ran willed away the Cloak of Concealment’s effects, returning his appearance and attire to normal, and went back inside to study the new Daoist technique.

Just like that, three days passed.

After leaving a letter for Yao Jianjia, Wang Ran quietly departed the sect, telling no one.

Once beyond Weiwo Sect’s boundaries, Wang Ran immediately concealed his presence and assumed Yasuo’s form, transforming into a streak of rainbow light headed straight for—Falling Cloud City!

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PS: Anyone up for a game? My Yasuo’s unbeatable.