The Whole Sect Forced Me to Die, So I Went Berserk and Killed Them All - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Uncontrollable Rage

The moment Shen Lian left the bamboo grove, cold sweat drenched his back, and he could no longer maintain the calm and aloof persona he had shown earlier. When he examined his body with his divine sense, he discovered it was already covered in countless internal injuries. His dantian, meridians, and even his internal organs were severely damaged. That kick he gave Ye Fan had nearly exhausted all his spiritual energy, triggering the old wounds festering within his body.

“No wonder the original body died just from a single fall in the bamboo grove,” Shen Lian muttered coldly. “Even without that trash Ye Fan scheming against him, this pathetic condition wouldn’t have lasted a few more months before collapsing anyway.”

After assessing his physical state, Shen Lian decided that he must immediately repair his shattered dantian to prepare for the coming trouble. But before that, he needed to find a quiet place to digest the memories of this body and fully understand his current situation.

Following the original owner’s memories, Shen Lian dragged his weary body to a dilapidated hut behind the mountain. Piles of chopped wood were stacked by the door. Inside, there was nothing but a torn grass mat used as a bed and a rickety wooden cabinet.

This hut, as he recalled, was arranged for him by his master, Sect Master Shen Yunchu of Heavenly Feather Sect, to keep him away from harassment by other disciples. But Shen Lian didn’t care about such trivialities. He entered, sat cross-legged on the worn grass mat, and closed his eyes to sort through the remnants of memory in his mind.

About fifteen minutes later, he opened his eyes, his expression dark and cold.

“Pathetic. Truly pathetic!” he growled, fury filling his voice.

“Since the day I, Shen Lian, first crossed into this world, I’ve lived through ninety-nine lifetimes! In every one of them, I’ve lived freely, never bowing to so-called fate. To reach the peak of the Great Dao, I dared to defy even the heavens themselves and the systems that governed them. Yet you, this worthless fool, wasted the extraordinary talent and body I gave you—just for the sake of seven ungrateful wolves in human skin! You could’ve stood above the world, overlooking all beings, yet you chose to crawl at their feet as a cowardly simp? You deserved this miserable end! I didn’t care that you borrowed my body, but I never allowed you to use it to become someone’s dog. Disgraceful waste!”

Shen Lian was once a citizen of Blue Star. Through an unexpected opportunity, he had transmigrated into the cultivation world. After ninety-nine lifetimes of relentless struggle, he crushed every obstacle—whether it was Heaven’s Will, children of destiny, or hidden enemies—under his feet, paving his road to supremacy with their corpses and broken pride.

In his previous life, upon reaching the 99th stage of the Extreme Dao Realm, he had been on the verge of ascending the Great Dao when he clashed violently with the very system that bound him. The resulting battle shook all worlds, destroying half the void and collapsing the heavens themselves.

In the end, both he and the system perished together, their final strikes causing the Dao itself to fall into chaos and imbalance.

But Shen Lian had planned ahead. During his millennia with the system, he had secretly learned how to refine and preserve his divine consciousness for reincarnation. Before his death, he sealed his complete soul, allowing it to one day rebuild a new body.

This current vessel was, in fact, the body Shen Lian had forged before his final battle. Its appearance, physique, and comprehension ability were identical to his original self.

However, the aftermath of that great battle had also scarred his soul. It had lain dormant deep within, allowing another soul—the “original owner”—to take control. Only when that fool died from a fall did Shen Lian finally awaken.

But that wasted more than 500 years of time.

As Shen Lian went through the original owner’s memories, his expression twisted. The man’s actions could only be described as idiotic beyond measure.

The original Shen Lian had fallen into depravity because seven of his senior sisters once joked they would marry him in the future. Taking it seriously, he poured his heart and soul into helping them, training them until each became a powerful figure.

First Senior Sister Lu Qinghuan, Sect Master of the Flower Language Sect, 8th stage Primordial Unity Realm.
Second Senior Sister Liu Yixue, Sect Master of the Ice Snow Sect, 6th stage Primordial Unity Realm.
Third Senior Sister Su Yuheng, President of the World Auction Chamber, 3rd stage Primordial Unity Realm.
Fourth Senior Sister Mu Yaoguang, Young Master of Medicine King Glass Valley, 2nd stage Primordial Unity Realm.
Fifth Senior Sister Nangong Li, Sect Master of Chess Sword Pavilion, inheritor of the Sword Emperor’s legacy, 5th stage Primordial Unity Realm.
Sixth Senior Sister Xu Feifei, Island Lord of South Sea Penglai Island, 8th stage Primordial Unity Realm.
Seventh Senior Sister Song Xiangling, Alliance Leader of the Northern Profound Sect, Peak Primordial Unity Realm.

These seven women were now all peerless prodigies, ruling their respective regions and worshiped by countless cultivators. Yet, everything they had was earned from the sacrifices of the original Shen Lian—draining him of his energy, resources, and soul.

Despite being their senior brother by both age and title, he willingly debased himself to act as their junior for the sake of their pride.

At first, the bond between master and disciples had still been solid. But everything changed when Ye Fan—the so-called child of destiny—joined Heavenly Feather Sect.

Within a century, the seven sisters turned against Shen Lian completely, treating him as their mortal enemy and even attempting to kill him multiple times.

The sect followed suit, despising Shen Lian for every minor mishap, blaming him for every failure.

Had Sect Master Shen Yunchu not repeatedly risked her life to protect him, he would have died hundreds of times already.

Now, with Shen Yunchu away investigating the beast tide emerging from the Monster Beast Mountain Range, Ye Fan saw his chance to get rid of Shen Lian once and for all.

Unfortunately for him, the real Shen Lian had finally awakened.

After fully absorbing the memories, Shen Lian’s eyes gleamed sharply.

“That useless fool raised seven ungrateful wolves, and just because of a so-called child of destiny, they turned on him without hesitation. Even without Ye Fan, they still would’ve bled him dry for their own gain. Gratitude? They never knew the meaning of it. They only saw him as a tool to siphon from. Did they ever care whether he lived or died?”

“And even then, he never fought back—let them drag him from the clouds into the mud, let them trample on his dignity until he became this pathetic wreck.”

“You’ve truly disappointed me. You share my name, Shen Lian, yet unlike me, you cowered before your fate. I have always faced despair as a challenge, never retreating even half a step. But you… for the sake of meaningless affection, you let them humiliate and destroy you.”

“Your downfall was your own making. If being a simp could lead to enlightenment, then this world is a joke!”

Rage surged through him as his fists clenched, joints cracking audibly.

He hated the weakness, the wasted centuries, the sheer foolishness.

This body was now only at the 1st stage Qi Gathering Realm. A century ago, during the beast tide, Shen Lian had volunteered to repair the sect’s defensive barrier despite Shen Yunchu’s desperate protests. For ten days and nights, he had fought to seal the rift, sustaining severe internal injuries in the process.

He thought his sacrifice would change the sisters’ views of him—perhaps even earn a word of acknowledgment.

But instead, he was repaid with betrayal.

He vividly remembered that stormy night—seven beautiful women looking down at him with cold, merciless eyes as he lay bleeding on the ground.

Lu Qinghuan had stepped forward, piercing his dantian with her sword, saying coldly, “Shen Lian, don’t blame us. We could never marry you. Ye Fan is the true child of destiny. He dislikes you, so you must die. Only after you’re gone can we transfer everything you’ve done to his name, allowing him to stand proudly atop the world. You’d do anything for us, even die—so fulfill us one last time. We’ve each found someone better now. The promise we made as kids was just a joke. Die peacefully.”

A flash of lightning illuminated seven faces—cold, disdainful, and filled with disgust.

If Shen Yunchu hadn’t arrived in time, Shen Lian would have died that night.

Although his life was saved, his cultivation was crippled. Even after a century, his dantian had never healed.

And yet, that fool still went crawling back to them afterward—groveling, pleasing them, letting them humiliate him again and again… until they nearly turned him into a eunuch through their endless manipulation.

Crack—

His knuckles popped like breaking bones.

Truly disgraceful. Infuriatingly pitiful.

Was it even possible for a human to stoop so low?

Even the most pathetic male leads in those Blue Star web novels weren’t this brain-dead. At least they were deceived—this idiot threw himself into the pit willingly.

Fine.

Even the gods would bow to such stupidity.

“Good. Before I climb to the top again, I’ll clean up every bit of the mess you left behind. This time, nothing and no one will stop me. System, I know you’re still out there. Let’s settle our century-long grudge in this lifetime.”

In his mind, the memory of his final battle against the system resurfaced—a clash of will and power that shattered stars and twisted time itself.

That fight had reignited his blood, his passion. Even if it ended in mutual destruction, it had been worth it.

After ninety-nine lives of schemes and manipulation, only battle could make Shen Lian’s blood boil again.

Life and death meant nothing—if someone defied him, he would fight.

The thrill of wagering everything—that was the truest form of existence.

“System, this time I’ll become stronger than ever. Don’t disappoint me. When we meet again, I expect you to have surpassed your limits too. Then, we’ll have another real fight.”