All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 91
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91. VIP Auction Hall
“Qi Stones exist in three tiers of color,” the elegant auction guide explained, her voice carrying across the richly lit chamber. “At the highest level, the Blue Qi Stone, valued at one million gold coins. Next, the Red Qi Stone, priced at one hundred thousand gold coins. And finally, the White Qi Stone, worth fifty thousand gold coins.” Wu Tian’s eyes widened, his breath catching in disbelief. “That’s… astonishingly high!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing faintly against the marble walls. The young woman smiled knowingly, her silk sleeves brushing against the polished surface of the display table. “Qi Stones are rare, almost impossible to craft, and scarce across the cultivation world. Beyond serving as currency, they resonate with the cultivator’s body, amplifying the qi within whenever carried close.” Wu Tian’s gaze swept across the bustling hall, where nobles, merchants, and cultivators mingled beneath chandeliers dripping with crystal light. The air was thick with incense, m
92. Peril in Lin An City
The VIP auction continued in dazzling splendor, rare treasures paraded beneath the glow of lanterns suspended from carved beams. Yet Yueyin sat still, her wings faintly shimmering in the candlelight, her gaze fixed not on the glittering artifacts but on the stage, waiting. She had no interest in bidding further; her purpose here was singular—the fairy relic promised to appear tonight. Liu Xiu, seated beside her, noticed the tension in her posture, the way her palm rested uneasily against the armrest. “Should I ask Zhang Fei to inquire about the relic, Yueyin?” His voice was low, careful, as though he feared drawing attention. Yueyin shook her head, her tone firm. “No, Liu Xiu. Let it unfold naturally. If the relic is meant to be auctioned, it will appear.” Wu Tian leaned forward, his brows furrowed. “What if it never comes to auction? What if it’s already been sold in secret?” Liu Xiu’s eyes narrowed, his mind already calculating. “It’s possible. A wealthy noble might have pur
93. Immortal Liu Xiu Unleashed
Wu Tian spun around, his breath catching as his eyes locked onto a figure cloaked in black. The man’s skin was pallid, stretched tight over sharp bones, his hair jutting upward like brittle spikes. His gaze was cold, lifeless, yet burning with malice. Even from a distance, Wu Tian felt a chill crawl down his spine, as though death itself had taken human form. “Give up, Emperor!” the figure snarled, his voice echoing across the desolate outskirts of Lin An. “There is no escape for you.” Behind him, a cluster of Undead soldiers emerged, their movements stiff, their eyes hollow. The air thickened with the stench of decay, mingling with the acrid smoke drifting from the city. Wu Tian’s fists clenched, anger flaring. “Who are you, and why do you strike at the Emperor?” His voice trembled with fury, yet beneath it lay unease. The man’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “I seek dominion over this land. To seize the throne, I must capture the Emperor. Once he falls, the armies of Han w
94. Might of the Undead Cultivator
“You’re nothing but bulk without strength—your face pale, your body hollow!” Liu Xiu’s voice rang sharp, cutting through the charged air. The Undead Cultivator’s eyes blazed, his fury swelling at the emperor’s scorn. “Do not belittle me, Emperor of Han!” His words carried the weight of rage, echoing like thunder across the battlefield. “It is not mockery,” Liu Xiu replied coldly, his tone deliberate, calculated. “It is truth—you lack true skill.” To the untrained ear, Liu Xiu’s words sounded arrogant, dripping with disdain. But beneath the surface lay strategy. He sought to provoke, to unravel the composure of his enemy. Rage was a weapon, and if wielded correctly, it could turn even the strongest opponent into prey. A guttural growl tore from the Undead Cultivator’s throat. His armored frame surged forward, the ground trembling beneath his charge. The black plates of his armor gleamed under the fractured moonlight, each step reverberating like a drumbeat of war. “You dare i
95. Breaking Free
The wounded Undead Cultivator, struck down by Liu Xiu—an Immortal of formidable rank—let out a guttural command, his voice echoing like a curse across the battlefield. His army of Undead surged forward, relentless in their pursuit of Emperor Guangwu, who had chosen flight over futile resistance, accompanied by Wu Tian, Yueyin, and the loyal Zhang Fei. The Cultivator’s body trembled, paralyzed for a brief but crucial moment by Liu Xiu’s devastating strike. His inability to move was temporary, yet it bought the fugitives precious time. Zhang Fei, however, bore the brunt of the encounter. The blow he had suffered was grievous—blood seeped through his armor, staining the earth beneath him. His breathing grew shallow, each exhale a struggle against the tide of death. Without immediate aid, the commander’s life would ebb away, drained by the crimson flow that refused to cease. “Liu Xiu!” Yueyin’s voice cracked with urgency, her eyes darting between the Immortal and the faltering Zhang F
96. Yueyin and Zhang Fei – Sneaking and Hiding
“Uncle Zhang, can you walk?” Yueyin asked softly once Wu Tian and Liu Xiu had vanished into the shadows of the forest path, heading toward the hills on the right side of the road. Zhang Fei’s face was pale, his breath uneven. The deep wound carved into his body throbbed with every heartbeat, and though his spirit remained unbroken, his steps faltered. “I can manage… slowly, Lady Yueyin,” he replied, his voice strained, his body leaning heavily against her for support. Yueyin’s eyes flickered with worry. The forest around them was alive with whispers—the rustle of leaves, the distant cry of night birds, the faint scent of damp earth rising from the ground. Yet beneath it all, she felt the looming presence of the Undead, drawing closer with every passing moment. “What if I make a small stretcher, something I can drag? It will be faster than forcing you to walk. I fear the Undead are closing in,” she suggested, urgency sharpening her tone. Zhang Fei shook his head weakly. “Do a
97. Wu Tian and Liu Xiu – Strike and Escape
“Do you think Yueyin is safe with Zhang Fei?” Liu Xiu asked quietly, his voice carrying the weight of worry as the two men pressed deeper into the forest after parting ways with their companions. Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows between the trees. The night was alive with whispers—the rustle of leaves, the distant cry of owls, the faint scent of damp moss rising from the soil. “Yueyin is clever,” he replied with conviction. “She’s faced creatures like the Undead before. I trust she’ll guard Uncle Zhang with everything she has. They’ll make it to Lao Shen.” Relief flickered across Liu Xiu’s face, though it was tempered by unease. “At first, I wanted to stay with Zhang Fei myself, let Yueyin accompany you. But she insisted otherwise. She must have foreseen what was coming.” Wu Tian nodded firmly. “She knows the risks. And she will not abandon Zhang Fei. I only pray they reach the village alive.” The emperor’s tone sharpened suddenly. “We must prepare, Wu Tian. If th
98. Lao Shen Village
Yueyin and Zhang Fei had already reached the gates of Lao Shen Village by the time Wu Tian and Liu Xiu arrived. The heavy wooden doors loomed before them, weathered by centuries of wind and rain, their iron hinges rusted yet unyielding. Mist curled along the ground, carrying with it the earthy scent of moss and damp soil. “Yueyin!” Liu Xiu’s voice rang out, sharp and desperate, echoing against the silent walls. Wu Tian’s heart surged with relief at the sight of her unharmed. His chest had been tight with worry ever since Liu Xiu revealed that the Undead Cultivator’s true target was Yueyin. “Are you alright, Yueyin?” Wu Tian asked, his tone trembling with emotion. “I’m fine, Wu Tian,” she replied, her eyes steady though her face betrayed confusion. “But why are you so anxious? What’s happening?” Wu Tian’s expression darkened. “Liu Xiu realized too late—the Undead Cultivator is after you, Yueyin. Just as the Darkness Cultivator once sought you out.” Yueyin’s brows furrowed,
99. Zhang Fei’s Secret
“Who are you really, Zhang Fei? Do you come from Lao Shen Village?” Liu Xiu asked, his tone heavy with curiosity. The emperor had known Zhang Fei for many years, yet never once had the general spoken of Lao Shen—the place that was, in truth, his birthplace. Zhang Fei lowered his gaze, his palm trembling slightly as he pressed against his wound. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I never wished for Lao Shen to be exposed to the empire, nor to outsiders who might seek to erase the traditions of the warrior path.” Liu Xiu’s eyes narrowed, his voice firm yet calm. “I would never destroy the way of the warrior. Han may be a haven for cultivators, but I have always admired the discipline of martial arts. They say it belongs to a world apart from ours, yet I believe it is a treasure worth preserving.” His words carried across the courtyard, not only to Zhang Fei but to the villagers who had gathered in silence. The elder of Lao Shen, his robe a deep crimson patterned with faded squares, st
100. Skyfairy Forest
There was no real danger from the Undead Warriors, who seemed to have abandoned their pursuit of Yueyin. The village of Lao Shen remained untouched, spared from the threat that had once loomed over it. The people had feared the Undead might storm their homes, but the menace never came. At dawn, Emperor Guangwu’s entourage set out toward the Skyfairy Forest. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-soaked earth and faint smoke from the village hearths. Mist clung to the hillsides, curling like pale ribbons across the path. Despite Elder Lao’s warnings and his detailed account of the forest’s condition, Yueyin insisted on seeing it with her own eyes. Zhang Fei, though still weakened and bearing wounds that had not fully healed, stubbornly joined the emperor’s party. Elder Lao had forbidden him, but Zhang Fei’s resolve was iron. The journey from Lao Shen to the Skyfairy Forest was strangely uneventful. No ambushes, no shadows lurking in the trees. The silence unsettled