All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 241
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93. What Lies in Bei Ching City?
“Who is truly this young man beside Lin Wei? His strength is immense, and the god and demon I have ever known,” Chen Long pondered silently. “Wu Tian himself remains unaware of the vast power within him, which is understandable. But Lin Wei must know. Perhaps Lin Wei fears that if Wu Tian realizes the depth of his darkness, it will spiral into chaos.” The Dragon Cultivator departed from Lin Wei and Wu Tian, his mind heavy with unanswered questions. From the very first meeting, Chen Long had sensed Wu Tian’s hidden might. Yet he had chosen to feign ignorance, concealing his awareness behind a mask of indifference. “Does Lin Wei have a plan I cannot see?” Chen Long mused. “His schemes rarely fail. I can only hope his designs for Wu Tian’s power succeed.” Chen Long’s desire to aid Lin Wei stemmed from a deeper concern: to prevent the Darkness Cultivator—an embodiment of Wu Tian’s shadow—from reuniting with him. Such a union would unleash devastation beyond measure. He recalled
94. Long Chen
Bei Ching City was unlike Shang Ying, which thrived on auction houses, entertainment halls, and martial sects. Bei Ching’s heartbeat was commerce—its streets lined with traders shouting prices, carts creaking under the weight of goods, and the salty tang of the harbor drifting inland. Yet amidst the bustling markets, there were still places of leisure, sects of martial training, and auction houses tucked between warehouses and taverns. Chen Long arrived in Bei Ching as the sun dipped low, its golden light spilling across tiled rooftops and shimmering on the waters of the port. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats from street vendors, mingling with the sharper scent of ink and parchment from merchants tallying their accounts. The cries of dockworkers unloading ships echoed like a chorus, while the clatter of hooves and wheels filled the cobbled streets. “Impressive,” Chen Long murmured, pausing in the crowd. “This city rivals Shang Ying. Perhaps what I seek lies here.
95. Chen Long’s Stratagem
“Come, let me show you the finest inn in Bei Ching! Or… would you rather stay at my home?” Xiuying’s voice carried a playful lilt, her eyes glimmering with mischief. Her offer was one that no man could easily refuse, yet to Chen Long it felt like a double-edged blade. To accept might mean stepping directly into the lair of the Darkness Cultivator. “It would be delightful to stay at your place, Xiuying,” Chen Long replied carefully, his tone warm but measured. “But I think I’ll choose an inn instead. I wouldn’t want to trouble you further.” Xiuying tilted her head, her smile faint. “It’s no trouble. I only wished to make things easier for you.” Chen Long returned her smile, masking the unease that churned beneath. Wu Tian had warned him of Xiuying’s nature, and without that warning, he too might have been deceived. Her demeanor was not that of a servant of darkness, but of a brilliant martial fairy—radiant, confident, and dangerously alluring. The city’s heart pulsed with lif
96. The 108 Lo Han Manual
“It is time we return to Lo Han Village and meet the warrior of Lo Han, Wu Tian. I still believe that the martial discipline of Lo Han will help you overcome the terrifying might of the Demon Wu Xiang. Your strength now is far greater than before, but the resilience of Lo Han’s body is built upon self-reliance, not upon the flow of qi from the universe nor the ra energy that pulses within the body of a Martial Genius. The power of the Lo Han warrior is forged through the tempering of the flesh, a discipline I believe surpasses the cultivation of the spirit,” Lin Wei explained with quiet conviction. Wu Tian’s gaze lingered on him, the flickering torchlight painting shadows across his face. “Why don’t you study the Lo Han discipline yourself, Brother Wei?” he asked, his voice carrying both curiosity and a faint challenge. Lin Wei’s eyes softened, though his tone remained firm. “My duty is to safeguard the Lo Han manual, not to master it. To learn from it, one must endure the trials
97. Ghost Village
The Nirvana Temple Tower still loomed tall and unyielding when Lin Wei and Wu Tian arrived at Lo Han Village. Its silhouette cut against the twilight sky, the stone walls glowing faintly under the last rays of the sun. The air was thick with the scent of moss and aged timber, and the faint toll of a distant bell echoed like a ghostly reminder of forgotten prayers. They moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the dust and weeds that had overtaken the once-bustling paths. Wu Tian’s eyes darted across the shadowed rooftops, his heart pounding with unease. “I see no trace of Wu Xiang’s presence here, Brother Wei,” he whispered, his voice trembling with both relief and suspicion. Lin Wei’s gaze lingered on the temple tower, its spire piercing the heavens. “We cannot be certain. Wu Xiang may have already entered the Final Realm,” he replied, his tone heavy with foreboding. Wu Tian’s breath caught, the chill of the evening air brushing against his skin. “How can I enter the Final
98. Ghost or Not?
“Wu Tian…!” The faint whisper called his name again, drifting through the still air like a thread of sound woven from mist. Wu Tian spun around, his eyes scanning the deserted fields, but no one stood nearby. The farmland lay silent, the tall grass swaying gently in the breeze, carrying with it the earthy scent of soil and the faint aroma of wildflowers. His heart thudded against his ribs. Could there be a ghost in broad daylight? he wondered, his thoughts echoing louder than the whisper itself. The sun hung high, its light spilling across the abandoned land, yet the shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally long. He strained his ears, desperate to confirm that what he heard was real. “Help us, Wu Tian…!” The plea pierced the air, fragile yet urgent. Wu Tian’s breath caught. “Wu Ling!” he cried, recognizing the voice instantly. His chest tightened with sudden hope. “Where are you? Speak to me!” The wind rose, sweeping across Uncle Wang’s farmland with a howl that rattled the bri
99. The Allure of Red Phoenix
From the very first moment they met, Red Phoenix—known now as Feng Huang—had carried a secret affection for Wu Tian. Her heart had stirred with a longing she could not suppress, even when she still walked the path of the Demon Cultivators. At that time, Wu Tian had shown no interest in her beauty, though her face was radiant enough to captivate any man who looked upon her. His indifference only deepened her fascination, making her fall even harder for him. Even after Tian Zhi awakened her from the darkness, Feng Huang’s feelings remained. When Tian Zhi asked her to aid Wu Tian, joy surged through her heart. She would see him again, the man she adored. Yet Wu Tian’s coldness pierced her, leaving her wounded. Her hopes of drawing his attention seemed to vanish like mist under the sun. The sorrow overwhelmed her, and tears slipped down her cheeks. For the first time, Red Phoenix felt the weight of sadness, yet this vulnerability became a blessing. Wu Tian, seeing her grief, softened.
100. Farewell
“I will keep my promise to you, Wu Tian, and search for Wu Ling! May I find her alive, so there is still hope to bring the Demon Wu Xiang back to the path of righteousness!” Feng Huang declared, lingering close beside him, her voice trembling with determination. Wu Tian’s eyes darkened, his tone heavy. “I am not certain Wu Xiang cares for Wu Ling or Uncle Wang anymore. He has already cast aside his family, seeing them only as obstacles to his ambition of becoming the strongest.” The air inside the hut was thick with silence, broken only by the faint creak of the wooden beams. Outside, the wind stirred the tall grass, carrying with it the earthy scent of soil and the faint aroma of pine. Feng Huang’s gaze held his, unwavering. “Even so, we must help the villagers of Lo Han. Their captor remains a mystery, and they suffer while we hesitate.” Wu Tian’s voice softened, though his words carried weight. “I will not force you to find Wu Ling alone. We can search for her together, after
101. The Power of the Demon Wu Xiang
Lin Wei, who had been waiting for Wu Tian to finish his investigation in Lo Han Village, finally decided to enter the First Realm to meet Lo Hui, the figure Wu Tian had spoken of. The air was heavy with anticipation, the sky above painted in hues of silver and gray, and the faint hum of energy rippled through the atmosphere. “I must confirm that Lo Hui truly leads the villagers of Lo Han on Lo Han Island with wisdom and fairness,” Lin Wei thought to himself, his eyes narrowing with resolve. “Vikrama! Come forth… Wu Tian has already gone!” Lin Wei called, his voice echoing across the quiet expanse. From the shadows emerged a magnificent red dragon, its scales shimmering like molten fire, its wings unfurling with a gust that stirred the sea air. The ground trembled beneath its weight, and the scent of ozone filled the air as its presence radiated raw power. “Fortunate that I could remain hidden, following you all this time. If only I had been allowed to strike the demon who nearly
102. Mahasura Versus Wu Xiang
At first glance, nothing seemed unusual in the realm they traversed. The air was calm, the sea stretched endlessly, and in the distance, the silhouette of the Mysterious Island rose, veiled in a thin shroud of mist. Its jagged cliffs loomed like silent sentinels, and the faint cries of seabirds echoed across the waves. “We head to the Mysterious Island first, Vikrama! I am certain the Demon Wu Xiang is there,” Lin Wei declared, his voice cutting through the wind. The red dragon’s wings beat steadily, stirring the salty air. “What if Wu Xiang has laid a trap upon that island, Ryder?” Vikrama asked, his tone heavy with caution. Lin Wei’s gaze was unwavering, his voice resolute. “Do not worry. I know the Mysterious Island well. Wu Xiang cannot alter it.” The dragon’s eyes glowed like embers. “Shall we land upon the shore or ascend the mountains?” Lin Wei’s voice was firm. “To the mountains. Near the cave where I keep my treasures.” With a powerful sweep of his wings, Vikrama