All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 231
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83. Wu Tian in Darkness
Wu Tian awoke the next morning as the golden rays of dawn spilled across his face, warming his skin and stirring him from a heavy slumber. “Where am I? The last thing I remember was resting at the inn in Shang Ying City’s bustling center. Why am I lying here in this secluded lodge?” he wondered silently, his mind clouded with confusion. “You’re awake, Brother Tian?” Lin Wei’s voice broke the silence as he entered, carrying a tray of steaming food. “Brother Wei, where are we? Why are we here now?” Wu Tian asked, his tone sharp with bewilderment. “Eat first. I’ll explain afterward,” Lin Wei replied, setting the tray down with a calm smile. Wu Tian’s memory was fractured. He recalled nothing of his encounter with the Flower-Demon Mei Ying. All that lingered was the faint recollection of resting at the inn in Shang Ying City. “This place is beautiful, Brother Wei. Since when did you have such a retreat?” Wu Tian asked, his eyes roaming over the rustic lodge. The wooden beams g
84. The Qi of Darkness
What had truly become of Tian Kui the Dragon, the Angel of Death, and Ashura within the enchanted pouch-world of Wu Tian, that they did not emerge to aid him when he lay on the brink of death against the Demon Wu Xiang? After escorting Wu Tian and Wu Xiang back to Lo Han Village from Lo Han Island, Tian Kui and the Angel of Death had chosen to rest deeply within the confines of Wu Tian’s magical pouch. “Do not grieve the desert dragon’s departure, Angel. We cannot dictate the path it chose, for its road was perilous,” Tian Kui said, his voice calm, resonant like the rumble of distant thunder. “I know, Tian Kui. The desert dragon’s hatred for mankind runs deep. I cannot fathom what humans did to earn such wrath,” the Angel of Death replied, his tone heavy with sorrow. “Wu Tian is not like the humans the desert dragon despised. He has shown me kindness,” Tian Kui answered firmly, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the pouch-world. “And what of Wu Xiang? Is he as noble
85. Where Lies the Hidden Valley?
The Darkness Qi that Tian Kui the Dragon sought was no ordinary energy—it was alive, a breathing entity, a sphere of black smoke that pulsed like a heart. Ages ago, the first cultivator had shaped it from the shadows within his own body, forging it into an eternal reservoir so that qi would never vanish from the world. Unlike the fleeting currents of ordinary qi, this Darkness Qi endured—unyielding, eternal, and dangerous. In forgotten times, qi was scarce across the universe. The Middle World and Lower World lay barren, while only the Upper World and the Celestial Realm thrived. The gods of heaven turned their gaze upward, ignoring the suffering below. In the Upper World, cultivators grew cruel, lording over mortals with arrogance, feeding upon the abundance of qi that sustained both gods and warriors. The lesser realms starved, their people left to languish in silence. It was said that the enchanted pouch itself had been crafted by that first cultivator, a vessel to contain the
86. Valley of Shadows
The tireless search of the dragon Tian Kui was not in vain. At last, they reached the valley believed to be the hidden lair of Darkness Qi. *****The valley stretched before them like a wound carved into the earth, its cliffs jagged and steep, cloaked in a suffocating mist that shimmered with a sinister black aura. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and rotting foliage. Every breath carried a metallic tang, as though the valley itself bled shadows. The silence was broken only by the faint rustle of unseen wings and the distant echo of dripping water, each sound magnified in the oppressive stillness. The ground beneath their claws was cold and slick, the texture of moss clinging like a warning. “This place is perilous, Tian Kui! Evil lurks in every corner!” cried Angel, her voice trembling with urgency. “We must be vigilant, not a single moment of carelessness allowed!” Tian Kui’s eyes narrowed, the gleam of obsidian scales reflecting the dim light. “I feel t
87. The Power of Darkness Qi
“Go back! I have no quarrel with dragon fairies or dragons!” Darkness Qi’s voice thundered through the clearing as Tian Kui and Angel broke through the suffocating black mist, their path carved open by the radiant strike of the Spirit Beast Unicorn. The valley trembled with the echo of his words. The air was thick, heavy with the acrid scent of scorched shadow, and the ground beneath their claws pulsed faintly as if alive with corrupted energy. The mist clung to their scales like damp silk, whispering with voices that were not their own. Every flicker of light from the unicorn’s aura revealed jagged stone walls streaked with veins of black crystal, glowing faintly like embers of a dying fire. “I must stop you, Darkness Qi!” Tian Kui’s roar shook the valley, his obsidian scales gleaming in the dim glow. “You cannot escape into the outer world!” Darkness Qi’s form shimmered, a swirling mass of shadow and flame. His voice carried both fury and despair. “It is not your concern, drag
88. Darkness Sword
“Tian Kui… where have you been all this time?” Wu Tian’s voice carried both relief and accusation, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. The air around them was heavy, tinged with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid smoke of battles past. The faint hum of lingering qi vibrated through the ground, and the evening light cast long shadows across the ruined stones of Shang Ying’s outskirts. The silence was broken only by the distant cries of merchants and the faint clatter of hooves on cobblestone, a reminder that life continued even as war brewed beneath its surface. “There were complications inside the pocket world,” Tian Kui replied, his voice deep and steady, though his scales glimmered faintly with fatigue. “Tell me, Wu Tian—where is Wu Xiang? Why are you not with him?” Wu Tian’s expression darkened, his fists clenched. “Wu Xiang has changed, Tian Kui. He has become the Martial Demon. You never appeared to stop it! And worse, I barely remember you at all while you were trapp
89. VIP Auction
“Thank you all for being here tonight! The VIP Auction will begin shortly! According to the new rules, we are also offering items that are not too expensive, so every participant can leave with something at a reasonable price!” The voice of the auctioneer rang out, echoing across the chamber as Wu Tian and Lin Wei stepped into the VIP Room. The VIP Room was unlike the common auction hall reserved for the public. Here, the air was cool and fragrant, infused with a subtle floral scent that seemed to drift from hidden vents. The polished marble floor reflected the soft glow of lanterns suspended from the ceiling, their light shimmering like liquid gold. The hum of conversation was muffled by the thick velvet drapes lining the walls, and the faint rustle of silk robes accompanied the movement of nobles and cultivators who had gathered. Wu Tian inhaled deeply, feeling the refreshing chill against his skin. “This room is remarkably comfortable. Even bidding feels invigorating. What di
90. Chen Long – Dragon Cultivator
The chamber where auctioned treasures were redeemed lay some distance away from the grand VIP hall where the bidding had taken place. “We still have plenty of time,” Lin Wei explained calmly, his voice carrying in the cool corridor. “Every item sold must first be inspected before being brought here for redemption.” The air was heavy with the scent of polished wood and incense, faintly sweet yet sharp enough to sting the nose. The flickering lanterns along the walls cast long shadows that danced across the stone floor, while the muffled voices of attendants echoed from deeper within. Wu Tian felt the chill of the marble beneath his boots, the silence between each step broken only by the distant clatter of coins being counted. To his surprise, the young man who had disrupted the auction earlier was already waiting in the redemption hall. “Chen Long!” Lin Wei’s voice sharpened, his eyes narrowing. “Didn’t you say you were returning to your own realm? Why are you still here?” Ch
91. Black Phoenix Goddess
Tian Zhi, the one whose fate weighed heavily on Wu Tian’s mind, was caught in a storm of events that had ignited the fury of the Heavenly Princess. “Stop this madness, Tian Zhi!” cried Feng Huang, her voice trembling as the oppressive aura of black fire wrapped itself around Tian Zhi’s body. The flames were not ordinary—they pulsed with dark qi, a suffocating energy that pressed down upon every cultivator and warrior nearby. The air grew thick, acrid with the stench of burning ash, and the ground itself seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the darkness. Patriarch Song Kui, once proud and unyielding, coughed violently, black blood spilling from his lips. The poison hidden within Tian Zhi’s qi gnawed at his organs, a silent destruction from within. The black fire surged higher, twisting into the shape of a colossal phoenix. Its wings, vast and shadowed, unfurled with a roar of flame, casting the hall into a dim, eerie glow. The heat was suffocating, yet the chill of dread seepe
92. Phoenix of Destruction
Tian Zhi’s silence was misread by Patriarch Song Kui and Feng Huang, who thought the Black Phoenix Goddess had begun to soften toward the White Tiger Sect leader. But they were wrong. The fury Tian Zhi had buried for years surged forth, unrelenting. Her hand rose, cloaked in black fire, ready to strike a fatal blow against Patriarch Song Kui, the man who had once mocked her mercilessly. “Spare me, Black Phoenix… I failed to see the towering mountain before me,” Song Kui pleaded, his voice trembling, his pride shattered. “Tian Zhi, control yourself!” Feng Huang cried, her voice echoing through the chamber, trembling with urgency. Tian Zhi’s face, shadowed by demonic influence, twisted into a grim smile. “Are you not pleased with the Black Phoenix Goddess’s presence?” Feng Huang’s eyes widened. “What do you mean, Tian Zhi? Why turn your anger on me?” A chilling laugh escaped Tian Zhi’s lips. “Heh… why should you alone wield the power of darkness?” Feng Huang’s heart clen