All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 171
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24. Mystery of Lo Han Village (Part I)
“I need your help, Wu Xiang,” Tian Zhi murmured when he returned from his brief absence, her voice trembling like leaves stirred by a restless night wind. Wu Xiang’s gaze was steady, his tone unwavering. “If there is any way I can help you, I will.” “For several nights, I have felt eyes upon me—red eyes glowing in the dark. They appear at dusk, linger for a moment, then vanish. I fear some beast stalks me. Will you investigate?” Her words quivered with unease, her eyes darting toward the shadowed trees where the mist clung like a veil. Wu Xiang’s fists tightened. “I will return tonight and face whatever threatens you. But dawn is near—I must leave before Uncle Wang discovers I’ve been wandering the forest.” “Go then,” Tian Zhi urged, her voice taut with urgency. “But promise me you will come back tonight.” Wu Tian, silent until now, spoke once Wu Xiang departed. “Are these red eyes real, Tian Zhi? Or is this merely a way to draw Wu Xiang back here?” Her lips curved faintly
25. Mystery of Lo Han Village (Part II)
Wu Tian followed Tian Kui’s advice and went to seek Wu Xiang. “Wu Xiang!” he called as he approached Uncle Wang’s house. Silence answered him. The house was empty, its wooden door slightly ajar, swaying with the morning breeze. Even Wu Ling was nowhere to be found. The air inside was cold, carrying the faint scent of ash from last night’s fire, but no voices, no footsteps. “How strange,” Wu Tian thought. “Wu Xiang should be here, resting. And Wu Ling is usually at home. Where could they have gone?” He called again, louder this time. “Wu Ling! Wu Xiang!” No reply. Only the rustle of leaves outside and the distant cry of a rooster. “They are not here, Wu Tian,” Tian Kui’s voice rumbled from within the pouch. “Try the fields. Wu Xiang often helps his uncle there.” Wu Tian nodded. “You’re right. Perhaps Wu Ling is bringing him food.” He hurried toward the farmland where he had first met Wu Xiang. The soil was damp with morning dew, the scent of freshly turned earth thick i
26. Mystery of Lo Han Village (Part III)
As Wu Tian walked through Lo Han, the villagers’ eyes followed him with cold suspicion, their gazes sharp and filled with hostility. The warmth he had once felt in their greetings was gone, replaced by whispers and narrowed stares. The air itself seemed heavier, as though the village carried a secret that pressed down on every soul. “What wrong have I done, that the entire village now despises me?” Wu Tian muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration. From within the pouch, Tian Kui’s voice rumbled. “I do not know, Wu Tian. Yesterday they were kind, yet today they treat you as an enemy. Something must have changed overnight.” Wu Tian’s jaw tightened. “I suspect the same. But whenever I ask, they remain silent, refusing to explain their hatred.” Tian Kui’s tone grew grave. “Could they be under the influence of dark energy?” Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed. “Darkness? From whom? I feel no shadow within myself. Could it be Wu Xiang? Or has the Darkness Cultivator return
27. Mystery of Lo Han Village (Part IV)
“I believe the Lo Han warriors have never truly left this village,” Wu Xiang said suddenly, his voice low but firm. “They are hidden within one of the realms of the Nirvana Temple. Most likely the first realm, since they are warriors without the high qi needed to endure the upper levels.” Wu Tian’s eyes widened, shock rippling through him. The words struck like thunder. Wu Xiang had kept silent all this time, though he clearly knew more than he had let on. “What did you say? The Lo Han warriors have been hiding inside the Nirvana Temple all along?” Wu Tian demanded, his tone sharp with disbelief. “How do you know this? And why did you never tell me?” Wu Xiang lowered his gaze, guilt flickering in his eyes. “Forgive me, Wu Tian. I did not fully trust you. I feared you might try to claim the Lo Han scrolls for yourself.” Wu Tian’s voice softened, though his heart still burned. “I am not like that, Wu Xiang. I have no desire to seize the scrolls. I only wish to study them, to und
28. Mystery of Lo Han Village – Part V
“You carry the essence of a true warrior, Wu Xiang! Once you master the Lo Han Palm, your strength will surge beyond measure. That is what I meant when I said you had immense potential,” Wu Tian declared, though within his chest he wrestled with the burden of secrets he dared not reveal. The temple’s air was thick with incense, its fragrance curling like smoke through the cavernous hall. Shadows flickered across the stone walls as torchlight sputtered, casting wavering silhouettes that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of their words. The faint hum of the wind outside pressed against the ancient doors, mingling with the echo of their voices. From within the pouch, Tian Kui’s voice resonated, calm yet firm, like thunder muffled by distant mountains. “It is necessary, Wu Tian. You must restrain the truth for now. If you reveal too much, the current of time itself may fracture.” His words carried a weight that seemed to bend the silence around them. Wu Xiang’s eyes gleamed with adm
29. Mystery of Lo Han Village (Part VI)
“I merely found myself stranded among the Kun Lun peaks,” Wu Tian said, his voice calm yet shadowed by memory. “It was Tian Kui who guided me toward Lo Han, where the village youth awaited his destiny in martial arts. That was when I first encountered you, Wu Xiang. Whether fate crowns you a Martial Genius or leaves you a steadfast warrior, destiny alone will decide.” The temple’s lanterns flickered, casting long shadows across the carved pillars. The air smelled faintly of incense, mingling with the damp stone’s earthy aroma. Outside, the wind sighed against the mountain ridges, carrying with it the distant cry of unseen birds. Wu Xiang’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I appreciate your honesty. You sound genuine. But it is impossible for me to be a Martial Genius. My skills are modest. If I can master the Lo Han scrolls and earn renown as a warrior, that alone would bring me joy. Martial Geniuses are born into cultivator families, their strength nurtured from childhood. How co
30. Secret of the Mysterious Island
The Black Dragon and the White Dragon glided side by side above the boundless ocean, their colossal wings cleaving through the briny wind while the waves below collided with a fury that shook the world. Each surge of seawater leapt skyward, catching the sun’s blaze and scattering it into a thousand glittering shards. The ocean’s roar merged with the thunderous rhythm of dragon wings, a symphony of raw, untamed power that reverberated through the hearts of the two young Martial Geniuses astride them. “This is unbelievable!” Wu Xiang cried out, his face drenched by the spray, his laughter carried away by the rushing wind. His voice trembled with exhilaration, as though the ocean itself had awakened something wild within him. Wu Tian leaned forward, his palms pressing against the warm, ridged scales beneath him. “Why are you flying so close to the waves, Tian Kui?” His words were half a challenge, half a plea, his eyes narrowed against the salt spray. The dragon’s voice rumbled dee
31. Martial Genius Dragon
The forest of the mysterious island unfurled before them, a living tapestry of emerald foliage shimmering beneath shafts of golden light that pierced the canopy. The air was saturated with the perfume of wild blossoms, mingled with the earthy musk of damp soil, while distant bird calls echoed like haunting melodies from unseen perches. Wu Tian and Wu Xiang stepped into its depths with unflinching resolve, their hearts stirred by the serenity that cloaked the land.As they ventured deeper, the scenery grew ever more mesmerizing. Strange, exotic creatures glided gracefully among the trees—beasts adorned with radiant scales, wings glowing like lanterns in twilight, and eyes that shimmered with the wisdom of forgotten ages. The forest seemed alive with secrets, each rustle of leaves whispering of ancient tales.Wu Xiang’s voice broke the silence, brimming with awe. “This is astonishing! I’ve never witnessed creatures like these. Even the Devil Forest pales in comparison to such wonders!”
32. Tale of Ashura the Dragon
“Indeed! Yet the Darkness Cultivator was hurled into another age. If your eyes have not glimpsed him, then surely he has fallen into a time far removed from ours,” Wu Tian declared, his voice reverberating through the hushed expanse of the forest, where the canopy swayed gently and shadows stretched like living things. Ashura’s immense frame shifted uneasily, his eyes glowing faintly like embers in the twilight. The air around him seemed to tremble with his unease. “If the Darkness Cultivator lingers in the upper world, it is perilous. The abundance of qi here would swell his strength beyond measure, far greater than in the middle world.” His words carried the weight of thunder, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of unseen birds. Wu Tian’s expression hardened, his gaze piercing the dim light filtering through the branches. “You speak truth. If he was cast into the past, then by now his power would have grown immeasurably—perhaps to the point of being unstoppabl
33. Journey to Lo Han Island
“Wu Tian! Where have you been all this time?” Wu Xiang appeared suddenly, his face filled with questions and concern. Wu Tian turned calmly, his eyes scanning the forest. “Nowhere. I was simply observing the exotic creatures that dwell here.” Wu Xiang’s brows furrowed. “And the stalker you mentioned earlier—did you discover who it was?” Wu Tian shook his head. “No. The presence is gone. There is no one following us now.” Wu Xiang exhaled sharply, half amused. “I told you—it was only your imagination. No one could have reached this far into the first realm. The journey itself is too long and perilous.” Wu Tian’s voice softened. “Let us return. I need rest before we begin the long voyage to Lo Han Island.” Wu Xiang nodded, fatigue showing in his eyes. “I agree. I too am weary. Let’s rest.” *****“You’ve returned?” Tian Kui’s booming voice echoed as Wu Tian and Wu Xiang approached the cavern entrance. Wu Tian raised a hand. “Tian Kui, may I speak with you privately?” Th