All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 81
- Chapter 90
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81. What Lies in Lu Zin Village
“Yueyin! You’re cheating!” Wu Tian shouted, his voice echoing across the dusty road. The sweat on his brow glistened under the merciless sun as Yueyin shrank into her fairy form and perched lightly on his shoulder, her laughter tinkling like silver bells. “I’m tired, Wu Tian! Hihihi… it’s fine if I rest here, isn’t it?” she teased, her tiny wings fluttering lazily. Wu Tian chuckled despite his exhaustion. “Hehehe… it’s fine, Yueyin.” He wiped the sweat streaming down his temples, his palm rough against his skin. “The heat today is unbearable,” Yueyin sighed, her voice soft but weary. “The sun is blazing. No wonder we’re drained,” Wu Tian replied, his chest rising and falling heavily. His legs ached, and the oppressive warmth pressed down on him like a weight. Finally, he stopped, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. “We’re not far from Lu Zin Village,” Yueyin said brightly, trying to lift his spirits. “You’ll be able to rest there—and eat something delicious too!” Wu
82. Virgin Village
“Have we arrived already?” Yueyin asked, her voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and anticipation. “Yes, Yueyin! Look ahead!” Wu Tian replied, his tone brimming with excitement as he pointed toward the village that unfolded like a painting before them. Perched lightly on Wu Tian’s shoulders, Yueyin’s eyes widened in awe. The sight before her was breathtaking—rolling fields kissed by the golden glow of dusk, rooftops shimmering with the last rays of sunlight, and a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of wild blossoms. “It’s still the same village, Wu Tian!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with joy. Her cheeks, once pale from illness, now flushed with renewed vitality. The journey had been arduous, but the sight of this familiar place seemed to restore her strength. She felt ready to explore, even if only to rest for a night before continuing toward the Sky Fairy Forest. “Thank heavens,” Wu Tian sighed, relief softening his features. “I feared this place might have turned
83. Secret of Lu Zin Village
The twilight air shimmered faintly as Yueyin, the fairy cultivator, hovered close to Wu Tian’s ear, her presence hidden from the eyes of the alluring maidens who filled the mysterious Lu Zin Village. Her whisper was urgent, sharp as the rustle of wings cutting through silence. “Wu Tian! Do not, under any circumstances, touch the food they offer you!” she warned, her tone carrying the weight of dread. Wu Tian blinked, his gaze momentarily clouded as though he had been lulled into a trance by the intoxicating beauty surrounding him. He shook his head, regaining clarity. “Yueyin!” he breathed, startled back to awareness. But the maidens, their laughter like silver bells, tilted their heads in unison. “Yueyin? There is no one here by that name. Or perhaps you wish to call us Yueyin? Names are but fleeting shadows—what meaning do they truly hold?” Their voices overlapped, melodic yet unsettling, as they continued to place dishes upon the long wooden table, each plate gleaming beneath
84. Silver-Haired Maiden
“Please, honored warrior, have some food. May I know your name?” Tian Ling’s voice was soft yet commanding, her silver hair shimmering under the lantern glow like threads of moonlight. Wu Tian hesitated. Revealing his true identity here could be dangerous. The Darkness Cultivator was hunting him, and every careless word might expose him. He forced a calm smile. “Wang Jun,” he replied, borrowing the name he had once used during the Wind Cloud Sect selection. “Hmm… Wang Jun,” Tian Ling repeated, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Then eat, Wang Jun.” She leaned forward, her palm steady as she placed food into his bowl, the aroma of spiced meats and fragrant herbs rising between them. Wu Tian recalled Yueyin’s warning, channeling his qi to shield himself. He tried to wrap the food in a thin barrier of energy, but his cultivation was still shallow. Doubt gnawed at him—was the barrier strong enough? He prayed the dishes were free of poison, that they would not render him unconscio
85. Maidens of Mao Xiang
“Wu Tian! You’re here—I’ve been searching everywhere for you!” Yueyin’s voice rang out as she descended lightly, her fairy aura shimmering faintly in the dim glow of Lu Zin Village. She had just returned from her exploration, her expression taut with urgency. Wu Tian turned toward her, his brow furrowed. “Did you discover anything, Yueyin?” What she revealed left both of them shaken. The truth of Lu Zin was far darker than either had imagined. “This village has been dead for a long time,” Yueyin whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of what she had seen. “Its original inhabitants vanished overnight, as if swallowed by the earth itself. What remains are only these young maidens… and they are all under Mao Xiang’s control.” Wu Tian’s breath caught. The lanterns flickered against the empty houses, their wooden beams cracked and weathered, yet the air carried a strange sweetness—like blossoms that never wilted. “Mao Xiang abducted girls from countless villages,” Yueyin
86. Hui Lin Mountains
“Have you decided not to help Mao Xiang’s maidens?” Yueyin’s voice carried a quiet edge as she hovered beside him, her fairy glow faint against the darkened sky. Wu Tian exhaled slowly, his gaze lingering on the silent village behind them. “I’ll leave them to Immortal Zhang Yin. She knows what’s best for them far more than I do.” Yueyin’s wings flickered, catching the moonlight. “Then we cannot stay here another night. We must continue our journey now.” Wu Tian frowned, glancing at the shadows stretching across the abandoned streets. “At this hour? In the middle of the night?” Her eyes narrowed, sharp as blades. “Would you rather remain trapped in Lu Zin’s endless loop of time? Zhang Yin may be able to withstand it, but can you?” Wu Tian hesitated. “Isn’t it dangerous to travel at night?” “Unless you wish to summon the dragon,” Yueyin countered. Wu Tian’s lips curved into a faint smile. “That’s a good idea. It’s late—no one will notice a dragon soaring through the skies.
87. Mystic Hunters
Traaang! The sharp clang of steel rang through the forest as a blade intercepted the arrow mid-flight, deflecting it just as its tip was about to pierce Wu Tian’s throat. The arrow spun away, splintering against a tree trunk. Wu Tian staggered back, instinctively flipping into a backward somersault, his boots skidding across damp soil. His breath came fast, heart pounding from the sudden brush with death. Yueyin, who had already resigned herself to the thought of losing him, exhaled in relief. Her fairy aura shimmered faintly as her eyes darted toward the source of the intervention. From the dense thicket, a young man emerged, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commanding. His dark tunic was stained with mud and deer blood, his sword gleaming faintly under the fractured sunlight that filtered through the canopy. “Forgive us,” the stranger said, his voice steady yet apologetic. “We didn’t realize others were wandering Hui Lin’s mountains tonight. We thought you were a de
88. Surprise in Lin’an
“Wake up, Wu Tian!” Liu Xiu’s voice cut through the lingering silence of dawn, sharp and commanding. Wu Tian stirred, his body heavy with sleep, eyes blinking against the dim light. “It’s still so early… you’re already preparing to leave?” he asked, bewildered. The sky was still cloaked in darkness, yet the hunters were already dismantling their tents with swift precision, their movements practiced and efficient. “We cannot linger in Hui Lin’s mountains,” Liu Xiu replied, his tone grave though he offered no explanation of the danger. Wu Tian watched in awe as the mystic hunters packed their belongings with remarkable speed, their hands moving as though guided by instinct. “So we leave now?” Wu Tian asked, rubbing his palms together against the chill. “Unless you wish to meet the mythical creature that dwells here,” Liu Xiu said with a laugh, his eyes glinting. Wu Tian’s curiosity flared. “What creature?” “It appears only at sunrise,” Liu Xiu explained, lowering his voice
89. Secret of Emperor Guangwu
The streets of Lin’an pulsed with life, lanterns swaying gently in the evening breeze, their crimson glow casting warm shadows across the cobbled roads. The aroma of roasted duck and spiced wine drifted from taverns, mingling with the chatter of merchants and nobles who had flocked to the city for the grand auction. “The city is lively tonight,” the tavern keeper said cheerfully, leaning across the counter toward Wu Tian. “Not only because Emperor Guangwu has arrived, but also because the Lin’an Auction House is offering rare treasures. I heard whispers of a Fairy Relic—said to have belonged to a Fairy Cultivator. Though, truth be told, I don’t even know what a Fairy Cultivator truly is.” Yueyin’s eyes sharpened, her wings shimmering faintly under the lantern light. “You said a Fairy Relic is being auctioned?” The tavern keeper nodded. “That’s what I heard. But it’s reserved for VIP guests. Ordinary folk can only bid on the common items downstairs.” Liu Xiu, seated beside them,
90. White Lotus Auction House
The White Lotus Auction House in Lin’an shimmered like a jewel at the heart of the city, its towering facade gleaming beneath the lantern light. By the time Liu Xiu arrived with Wu Tian and Yueyin, the place was already overflowing with guests. The air was thick with the mingled scents of roasted meats and sweet rice wine, for the auction house offered free food and drink to every visitor who stepped through its gates. Crowds pressed against the carved wooden doors, their voices rising in a chorus of excitement. The sheer number of attendees forced Zhang Fei to guide Liu Xiu and his companions through a discreet entrance at the back. The White Lotus Auction House was impossible to miss—its grand architecture dominated the city center, a multi-storied palace of commerce adorned with banners of silk and carved stone guardians. At the rear gate, a guard recognized Zhang Fei instantly, bowing with respect. “General Zhang Fei, it is an honor to see you here. The auction began this morn