All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 21
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21. Silent Village
“Yueyin, where exactly are we supposed to find this Sword Master?” Wu Tian’s voice carried a note of unease as he surveyed the land before them. “He should be in Lan Tzi Village,” Yueyin replied, her brows furrowing. “But… why is it so empty here?” Wu Tian’s gaze swept across the silent streets. place abandoned long ago. Like a ghost village.” They had reached Lan Tzi just before dusk. Yet what greeted them was not the warmth of hearths or the chatter of villagers, but a suffocating silence. The air itself seemed heavy, as though the village had been drained of life. Lan Tzi was no longer a home—it was a graveyard of memories. Doors hung ajar, creaking faintly in the evening wind. Windows stared blankly, their shutters broken. Dust coated the pathways, and weeds clawed through cracks in the stone. The faint smell of mildew and rot lingered, mingling with the metallic tang of twilight air. Yueyin’s voice trembled. “I’ve been secluded in the Forbidden Forest for so long… I didn
22. Sword Master
Wu Tian and Yueyin awoke at dawn, startled by a sudden commotion echoing through Lan Tzi Village. “What in the heavens…?” Yueyin gasped, pressing her eye against a crack in the wooden wall. Her voice trembled with disbelief. Wu Tian groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Why so noisy this early? Can’t people let us rest?” His irritation faded when he saw Yueyin’s expression—wide-eyed, almost frightened. “Come here, Wu Tian! Look for yourself!” she urged. He shuffled closer, peering through the same gap. His breath caught. “What is this? Did we wander into the wrong village?” “No,” Yueyin whispered, equally stunned. “This is Lan Tzi… but why has it changed so drastically?” The fairy cultivator pushed open the door, and the sight that had seemed impossible through the crack now unfolded in full. Lan Tzi, which only yesterday had been a hollow shell of a settlement—silent, lifeless, abandoned—was now bustling with activity. The streets were alive with villagers, merchants sh
23. Enigma of Lan Tzi Village
"I have lived through this before! I will not abandon this place, Qing Feng!" Yueyin’s voice trembled, yet carried a defiant edge. Qing Feng’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing as though he were trying to pierce through the fog of Yueyin’s words. "What do you mean you’ve experienced this already?" His tone was sharp, tinged with suspicion. Yueyin drew a long breath, her gaze drifting toward the dusky horizon where the last rays of sunlight bled into the sky. "I arrived at Lan Tzi Village once before, just as twilight was falling. When I stepped into its boundaries, the village was nothing but a graveyard of silence. Not a single soul stirred. It was as though the place had been abandoned for centuries." Qing Feng’s eyes widened. "You came here at dusk?" "Yes," Yueyin replied firmly. "But it was nothing like what we see now—no bustling villagers, no laughter echoing from courtyards, no smoke curling from chimneys. It was a hollow shell, a place stripped of life. Tell me, Qing F
24. The Enigmatic Lady Lin
“I’ve never met anyone from the Lin family, so I don’t know if this Lady Lin truly belongs to the great Lin clan of Hu Nan,” Wu Tian admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Yueyin’s eyes gleamed with quiet determination. “It doesn’t matter, Wu Tian. Tonight, when Lan Tzi turns into a dead village once more, we’ll know. I’m certain Lady Lin will appear to witness the transformation.” Wu Tian frowned, his brows knitting together. “How can you be so sure? What if she only came here once? And another thing—why does she never appear when the village is alive? That’s another strange detail about her.” Yueyin tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. “You’re right. Why didn’t she show herself earlier? We didn’t see her among the villagers today. Or perhaps she was there, blending in, and we simply didn’t recognize her. After all, we don’t even know what she looks like.” Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed. “Could she be the girl I thought I saw in that abandoned house we stayed in? Maybe s
25. Not a Bandit, but a Savior
“Wu Tian!” Yueyin hissed urgently, her voice sharp with warning. But the young man had already stepped out of the abandoned house, his figure cutting through the dim light of the cursed village. Reluctantly, Yueyin followed, her heart pounding. She feared what rashness might cost him. At once, Lady Lin’s guards moved to block Wu Tian’s path. Their blades glinted faintly under the pale moon, their stance rigid. “Stand down,” Lady Lin commanded, her voice calm yet carrying authority. “Let him approach.” Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed as he studied the woman before him. She was striking—her warrior’s attire clung to her form, radiating strength and elegance. He had never seen her before, yet she seemed to know him. “Welcome, Wu Tian,” Lady Lin said with a faint smile. Wu Tian’s voice was wary. “I don’t know you. Are you truly from the Lin family of Hu Nan?” “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. Wu Tian frowned. “We’ve never met, yet you know my name, my face. Who are you?” “My
26. Aura of Darkness
Wu Tian broke the stillness with a sudden question, his voice sharp, almost startling in its urgency. “Yueyin… what do you think?” The fairy cultivator blinked, caught off guard. Wu Tian rarely asked for her counsel so directly. His tone carried a weight that unsettled her, as though the decision before them was not merely tactical but fateful. “I believe we must stop this,” Yueyin replied, her voice low but firm. “Yet we cannot move until Qing Feng finishes forging the sacred blade for you. Without it, we will be defenseless.” Wu Tian’s jaw tightened, his impatience flaring. “Three days, Yueyin! That’s how long it will take him. But Lan Tzi is already collapsing into ruin. The villagers suffer, the corruption spreads. We cannot afford to wait!” Yueyin’s gaze flickered, troubled. She hesitated before answering, choosing her words carefully. “If we act now, the fairy relic will be lost. We must reclaim it first, in case Qing Feng cannot complete the forging. That relic is our on
27. Relic Blade of the Spirits
At dawn, the village of Lan Tzi stirred once more with life. The streets filled with chatter, footsteps, and the clatter of market stalls, as though the suffocating black fog of the previous night had never existed. The villagers moved about with eerie normalcy, their faces calm, their voices bright, as if the horrors of the darkness had been erased from memory. “Come, Wu Tian! We must see Qing Feng and finish the relic blade. Time is slipping away!” Yueyin urged, her hand gripping Wu Tian’s wrist tightly. Wu Tian stumbled, still heavy with fatigue. “Wait, Yueyin… my body feels weak.” His voice cracked with exhaustion. But Yueyin did not relent. To her, the relic sword was more than a weapon—it was Wu Tian’s destiny, the key to his survival and his rise as a cultivator. “You’ll thank me later, Wu Tian. I won’t let you end up like your father, Wu Jian!” Her tone was sharp, almost desperate, as she pulled him forward. Wu Tian nearly collapsed, his legs trembling. He wasn’t lying—
28. Realm of Dark Cultivation
Lan Tzi Village at night. This night was unlike any that had come before. The dead village, usually swallowed by silence and shadow, was suddenly alive with movement. Warriors and mercenaries filled the streets, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestones, their voices carrying through the damp air. Torches flared, casting wavering light across the ruined houses, and yet none of them seemed troubled by the threat of black fog or the looming presence of the Dark Cultivator. Lin Xia stood at the center of it all, her cloak heavy with rain, her eyes burning with determination. “We must find the gateway into the Realm of Dark Cultivation. It only opens at night—this is our chance. Do not waste it!” Her voice rang out, commanding the attention of every fighter around her. One of the hired swords stepped forward, his face grim. “Lady, we’ve searched every corner of this cursed place. No portal has revealed itself.” “Search again!” Lin Xia snapped. “The information I received can
29. Dark Cultivator
“HAHAHA…” The laughter tore through the void like jagged steel scraping against stone—deep, guttural, and drenched in menace. It reverberated across the bleak expanse of the shadow realm, a place where light itself seemed strangled, where the air reeked faintly of iron and decay. The echo rolled endlessly, bouncing off unseen walls of darkness, until it felt as though the very ground beneath their feet pulsed with the sound. “Who dares trespass into my dominion? You walk willingly into death!” The voice thundered again, heavy as collapsing mountains, each syllable dripping with contempt. Yueyin froze. Her posture stiffened, her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened with a recognition that chilled her companions. Wu Tian and Lin Xia exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the sudden shift in her aura. “Mao Xiang!” Yueyin’s voice cracked with disbelief and fury. “You haven’t changed at all! I thought you perished—burned away in the battle when the fairy cultivators clashed
30. Path of Escape
“I will not risk my life now to fight the Shadow Cultivator!” Wu Tian’s voice rang out, sharp and resolute, echoing against the cavernous walls of the dark realm. Though Yueyin carried secrets she had yet to fully reveal, Wu Tian trusted her. She had saved his life once, and that bond outweighed suspicion. He believed she would never betray him. “Better you heed Wu Tian’s counsel, Lady Lin,” Yueyin urged, her tone firm yet weary. “We will stand with you when the time comes to face the Shadow Cultivator. But for now, we must strengthen ourselves—our martial skills, our inner energy, our qi. Only then will we have a chance.” Lin Xia hesitated, her eyes flickering toward the direction of the ominous voice. The darkness pressed close, thick as smoke, and her instincts screamed to fight. Yet doubt gnawed at her. “Fine,” she muttered reluctantly. “I’ll follow your lead.” HAHAHA… The laughter erupted again, booming across the endless night of this world. It was a sound that seemed