All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 121
- Chapter 130
162 chapters
121. Journey to Hanzo City
“Are you certain you wish to go to Hanzo City, Wu Tian?” Liu Xiu asked, his voice heavy with concern. “Your strength now is already formidable. You need not push yourself further to reach the highest Immortal realm.” Wu Tian’s eyes gleamed with fire, his palm tightening around the hilt of his sword. “I swore to my family that I would become the greatest—one who could split the heavens themselves.” His voice rang with defiance, echoing through the chamber. Liu Xiu blinked, startled. “You said that? Why speak such impossible words?” Yueyin’s gaze softened, though her tone carried sorrow. “His father often belittled him, Liu Xiu. He treated Wu Tian as if he were nothing, a stain upon the family name. If you were in his place, what would you do?” Liu Xiu’s brows furrowed. “How could that be? Wu Tian is extraordinary.” Yueyin shook her head. “He was not always so. Once, he was no one. He had no martial skills, no cultivation. Yet his family was among the most respected cultivator
122. Divine Sword Sect
The journey to Hanzo City had been strangely uneventful. After Wu Tian’s decisive encounter with the masked bandits, word of his strength seemed to ripple across the countryside. Other brigands, sensing the danger of crossing paths with an Immortal cultivator, abandoned their schemes. The roads grew quiet, and the trio advanced without further hindrance. By late afternoon, the towering gates of Hanzo City loomed before them, carved from dark stone and etched with symbols of dragons and swords. The air was thick with the scent of incense drifting from shrines, mingling with the aroma of roasted chestnuts sold by street vendors. The city buzzed with life—merchants shouting their wares, children darting through alleys, and guards patrolling with stern eyes. Wu Tian stretched his arms, his voice carrying relief. “At last, we’ve arrived at Hanzo City!” Yueyin’s eyes scanned the bustling streets, her tone practical. “We should find lodging first, Wu Tian. The sun is sinking, and rest
123. Patriarch Jiang Li’s Challenge
“Let us make this simple,” Patriarch Jiang Li said, his voice calm yet edged with steel. “I am a fair man. I know why you have come—you seek the Immortal Fairy Relic hidden within this sect. And I know everything about you, Wu Tian. Your rise to Golden Immortal has not escaped my notice.” Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed, his palm tightening around the hilt of his sword. “Are you the Darkness Cultivator?” His tone was cautious, probing. Only the Darkness Cultivator seemed to know so much about him. Jiang Li’s laughter echoed through the hall, sharp and unsettling. “Call me what you will, Wu Tian. Perhaps you have forgotten the past, but I have not. The memories of what transpired remain vivid to me.” Wu Tian’s breath caught. “The past? Have we met before… in another life?” Jiang Li’s gaze pierced him, his eyes gleaming like twin blades. “Yes, Wu Tian. We have crossed paths. But you have not yet recovered your memories. That much is clear.” Wu Tian shook his head. “I remember nothing
124. Rise of the Martial Genius
The duel between Wu Tian and Patriarch Jiang Li raged like a storm tearing through heaven and earth. Sparks of qi lit the grand hall, illuminating its carved pillars and banners with a brilliance that seemed to set the very air aflame. “Thousand Qi Blades!” Jiang Li roared, his body trembling with power. From his palms, countless swords of pure energy erupted, shimmering like shards of crystal, each one slicing through the air with a shriek. They swarmed forward in a relentless tide, filling the chamber with a storm of steel and light. Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed, his breath steady despite the chaos. “God-Slaying Blade!” he cried, thrusting both palms forward. From his hands, blades of golden qi burst forth, radiant and sharp, clashing against Jiang Li’s storm. TRAAANG! TRAAANG! TRAAANG! The hall echoed with the deafening clash of blades. Hundreds, then thousands of strikes collided in midair, sparks raining down like meteors. The air grew thick with the scent of scorched ston
125. Underworld Realm
Yueyin felt her body spinning, weightless, as though caught in a whirlpool of light and shadow. Her arms clung desperately to Wu Tian, refusing to let go even as the force of the explosion hurled them through unseen dimensions. Her eyes remained shut, her heart pounding, her breath shallow. She dared not open them until the violent spinning ceased. Gradually, the sensation of tumbling slowed. The air grew heavy, damp, and filled with the earthy scent of moss and ancient soil. Yueyin’s body settled against the ground, her limbs trembling. She opened her eyes cautiously, her vision blurred at first, then sharpening into clarity. “I… I’m alive?” she whispered to herself, disbelief flooding her chest. “How is this possible after such devastation?” Her gaze swept the surroundings. Towering trees loomed overhead, their trunks gnarled and twisted, their leaves so dense they blocked most of the sunlight. Shafts of pale light pierced through gaps, illuminating patches of mist that curled
126. Blue Dragon Warrior
“Why is Kamandaria still so overrun with forests and wilderness, Yueyin?” Wu Tian asked, his voice echoing softly beneath the canopy of towering trees. The air was thick with the scent of damp leaves and wild orchids, and the faint cries of unseen creatures reverberated through the undergrowth. Yueyin’s wings shimmered faintly in the filtered light. “I do not know, Wu Tian. But Lingyin chose to live here, and there must be a reason for that.” Wu Tian’s gaze swept the endless expanse of tangled vines and moss-covered trunks. “Do you think we can find this fairy cultivator in Kamandaria?” Yueyin’s voice was uncertain. “I cannot say. Lingyin possesses the Fairy Relic of World Crossing. She could be anywhere—or perhaps she has already returned to Han.” Wu Tian’s jaw tightened. “Then we may be trapped here forever, in this Underworld Realm.” Yueyin placed a gentle palm on his arm, her voice soothing. “There is always a way out, Wu Tian. First, we must find a path beyond this fore
127. Dark Dragon
“You are cultivators, aren’t you?” Darmawangsa asked, his voice carrying a calm authority as the three of them walked beneath the shadowed canopy. The forest smelled of damp soil and wild blossoms, and the faint rustle of unseen creatures echoed around them. “I know of one cultivator who often aids me here in Kamandaria. She hails from the Upper World, from a place known as the Eastern Continent. Her powers of divination are extraordinary. You must meet her.” Wu Tian’s eyes widened, his voice tinged with wonder. “The Eastern Continent? Yueyin, there are so many realms we do not yet know.” Darmawangsa smiled faintly. “I am but a warrior, not a cultivator. I know little of your arts.” Wu Tian’s voice was curious. “What is her name?” “Lady Xian Ling,” Darmawangsa replied. “She was once destined to be queen of the Eastern Empire, yet she abandoned her throne to wander Kamandaria. Strange, is it not? Her homeland is far more advanced than this land, yet she chose to remain here.”
128. Lady Xian Ling’s Revelation
Dragon Warrior Village was breathtaking in its simplicity. Nestled among rolling hills and ancient groves, the settlement seemed untouched by time. The air carried the fragrance of pine and wild jasmine, mingling with the smoke of hearth fires. Wooden houses with curved roofs lined the narrow paths, their walls adorned with carvings of dragons and warriors. Children played near the wells, their laughter echoing through the crisp evening air. Wu Tian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight. “It is rare to find a village so green, so alive. In Han, such places are fading.” His voice carried both awe and melancholy. Darmawangsa smiled faintly. “You admire it, but villages like this are common in Kamandaria. Shall we head to the inn? Lady Xian Ling may already be waiting. If she can send you home, you will not need to linger here.” Yueyin’s wings shimmered softly in the fading light. “Yes, let us go. I pray she can help us.” The villagers glanced at them with curiosity but little s
129. Glory of the Eastern Continent
“The Martial Genius within Wu Tian is far too dangerous if left unchecked!” Lady Xian Ling’s voice rang through the tavern, calm yet edged with urgency. Her eyes gleamed like polished jade, reflecting the lantern light. “The seal should only have been broken once Wu Tian reached the realm of God, so that he could master it. Without control, it threatens everything.” She lifted her palm, revealing a faint shimmer of qi. “I once possessed a fairy relic gifted to me by the Skyfairy—a Relic of Control. But it was left behind in the Bell Tower of the Imperial Palace in the Eastern Continent when I departed. I have never returned. Now, Emperor Xian Kun rules there. If you wish to master your power, Wu Tian, you must enter the palace and retrieve that relic.” Wu Tian’s brow furrowed, his voice low and deliberate. “How can we reach it?” Xian Ling’s lips curved faintly. “Use this.” She drew forth a small crystalline object, glowing faintly with silver light. “The Fairy Relic of World Cro
130. Fairy Relic of Control
“Kaiser Xian Kun?” Yueyin’s voice trembled slightly as she gazed at the man who stood before them, his presence radiating authority. His robes shimmered with threads of gold, and the crown upon his brow gleamed beneath the lantern light. “Yes, Fairy Cultivator Yueyin,” Emperor Xian Kun replied, his tone calm yet commanding. Yueyin’s eyes widened. “You know my name?” The Emperor’s gaze was steady, his voice resonant. “I know everything about you and Wu Tian. For years, I have awaited this moment.” Wu Tian’s brow furrowed, his palm tightening around the hilt of his sword. “Why would the Emperor investigate us?” Xian Kun’s lips curved faintly. “Investigate? No. I gather knowledge, so that I may face you with clarity.” Yueyin’s voice was sharp, tinged with suspicion. “And yet you seem to know too much.” The Emperor’s eyes softened as he turned to Wu Tian. “I admire your strength, Wu Tian. Your mastery of martial arts is extraordinary.” Wu Tian’s voice was cautious. “Do you