All Chapters of Cultivator of the Shattered Heavens: Chapter 21
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22. Auction House: Lot Number 77
The City of Azure Mist breathed with glitter and greed.Here, the pale moonlight was defeated by the colorful glow of spirit stone lanterns, reflecting off blue-tiled roofs and wide white stone streets. The smells of luxurious food, spiritual perfumes, and light industrial smoke from artifact workshops created a unique perfume of prosperity. Yet, to Lin Feng standing on the third-floor balcony of his inn, the city looked like a giant organism digesting itself.His Deconstruction Eye, even from a distance, captured the chaotic flow of energy. Spirit stones changed hands at a frantic pace, flowing like blood to the city's heart: the Grand Vermilion Auction House. A magnificent pagoda-style building with layered golden roofs, where the legendary monthly auction was being held tonight.In his pocket, Lin Feng felt the depressing weight of eighty-nine spirit stones. It was his entire wealth. The result of three months of hard work at the Verdant Vine Sect—from
21. Mission to Azure Mist City
The breaking of the fourteenth meridian felt like a frozen river erupting inside his body. Lin Feng sat cross-legged in his cramped barracks room, his body trembling violently as Primal Energy from the Heaven's Core Shard swept away the last remnants of blockage in his Kidney-Bladder Meridian. The pain was so intense his teeth gritted, but it was followed by an intoxicating wave of relief as the energy channel fully opened, emitting a cold blue-white light.Shard Synchronization Level: 41%Cultivation Stage: Qi Refinement Stage 4 (Peak)Achievement: 14/24 Primary Meridians Reconstructed.He took a deep breath, and the stuffy air in the room felt like pure mountain dew. His enhanced senses could detect every dust particle, every small insect crawl behind the wooden walls. The power flowing through his body was now equivalent to a mid-tier Inner Court disciple. Yet, in his open eyes, conflicting emotions were reflected: the satisfaction of achievement, and th
23. Remnants of the Sky War
The silvery-blue mist of Frostwind Canyon concealed more than just biting winds. It concealed vibrations. Vibrations that traveled through bone, not air—a low frequency only something resonating with the wounded sky could feel. Lin Feng knelt on cracked ice layers, his breath crystallizing in the freezing air. Over three exhausting days, he had led his small group—the now-recovered Yun Xue, and two carefully recruited former Misty Peaks disciples—through this ice maze, avoiding Glacial Shriekers and Frost Antlion colonies, all for a rumor: a "silver falling star" that struck this valley a century ago, never recovered. "Here," he murmured, his voice almost lost to the wind howling through the cliffs above. The palm of his Deconstructor's Gauntlet, which he now wore openly as a plain black glove with faint blue patterns, pressed against the ice. Energy patterns spread out like sonar. His enhanced Deconstruction Eye penetrated layer after layer of ancient
24. Ambushed on the Lonely Path
The leather pack on Lin Feng's back felt heavy. Not physically heavy—just a dozen scrolls and two small wooden boxes—but heavy with value. Inside lay the fruits of two weeks of intense work: the perfected blueprint for a modular "Spirit Water Filtration Formation," and three Basic Meridian Purification Pills (Premium Quality) he had produced from his deconstructive understanding of common sect poisons.This was the first delivery for his exclusive contract with the Azure Harmony Pavilion, a neutral merchant guild in Whispering Willow Town. The price: Five hundred pure spirit stones, paid in cash. Enough to buy rare materials for his Shattered Heaven Refining Art experiments, and perhaps, a decent defensive artifact.He had chosen the "Lonely Path"—an old, rarely-used mountain trail full of steep cliffs and dense forest, but cutting the journey from the sect's outpost to the town to just one day. Most people avoided it due to stories of restless spirits and wild bea
26. The 4 Peaks Trial
The morning mist in Verdant Vine Valley carried hope and anxiety with equal sharpness. Today, the entire sect's hierarchy would change.In the vast courtyard before the Main Hall, a thousand Outer Court disciples stood in tight rows, wearing their best green robes—or the best they owned. Lin Feng was in the middle row, his Number 999 replaced by a smoother wooden token with the number 247, reflecting his drastically skyrocketed contribution points ranking over the past three months. Beside him, Chen—now with number 512—stood with a tense yet determined face. Yun Xue, as a sect guest/prisoner, was allowed to watch from the sidelines, her expression cloudy.On the high stone podium, five figures sat. Four were Outer Court Elders, including Elder Wan with his thin smile. In the center sat Grand Elder Zhu, his face like cracked jade, eyes half-closed yet emitting a pressure that made the air feel heavy.“The 4 Peaks Trial!” Elder Wan's voice boomed with Qi ass
25. Return With New Power
The night in the Azure Mist Forest breathed with ill intent.Lin Feng and Chen moved like shadows among the giant trees, yet each of their steps felt orchestrated to create the loudest rustle. In Lin Feng's hand, wrapped in tattered cloth, the second Heaven's Core Shard pulsed with an almost unbearable heat—a beating purple heart, radiating energy the cloth couldn't fully hide.They had left chaos behind them: the glittering city of Azure Mist, the tense auction, and their narrow victory over Lot 77. But that victory was like raising a flag in a sea of predators.“How much longer?” Chen hissed, his breath short. The wound on his arm had healed, but the fear in his eyes was fresh.“Until we reach the Whispering Dead River. Our boat waits there.” Lin Feng answered without turning, his Deconstruction Eye constantly active, sweeping the forest in a fifty-meter radius. “Don't stop. They're still following.”Them. The hunters.Since th
28 First in Rank, Second in Attention
The name echoed through the Verdant Vine Hall of Pride, bouncing off ancient teak pillars, ricocheting between faces frozen in astonishment, then erupting into a disbelieving roar. “First Rank, Four Peaks Trial... Lin Feng!” Lin Feng stood in the ranks of Outer Court disciples, hearing his name called by the Grand Elder himself. That aged voice, usually flat and emotionless, held a nearly imperceptible tremor of surprise. Around him, hundreds of disciples—Outer and Inner Court—turned to stare. Their gazes were like arrows: some awestruck, many envious, and a few brimming with pure hatred. He himself felt slightly dizzy. The Four Peaks Trial had drained him. The Peaks of Soul, Body, Technique, and the Demon Heart. In each, his Deconstruction Eye and profound understanding of energy laws had allowed him to see flaws, inefficiencies, and solutions others couldn't conceive. He hadn't defeated his competitors with raw power; he had surpassed t
27. Shadow on the Heart Demon Peak
The air on the Heart Demon Peak was not air. It was pure vibration of unraveling thoughts, crystallized anxieties, and breathing nightmares. Lin Feng stepped onto the desolate stone plateau, his legs feeling like lead after three days traversing the three previous peaks. Soul, Body, Technique. He had passed them by using his Deconstruction Eye to see the flaws in each trial, but here, on the final peak, there were no external weaknesses to analyze. Here, the only enemy was what lurked in the depths of his own heart.The plateau was surrounded by shifting grey mist that reflected vague shadows—distorted memories, childhood fears, the sting of the lash in the mines. At its center, a large, flat stone, smooth as a mirror, awaited. The seat for confronting one's heart demon."The final step," Lin Feng murmured, his voice hoarse. He stared at the stone. After this, the trial would end. Ranks would be decided. Access to the Scripture Pavilion's Third Floor, recognition,
29.The Whispering Manuscript
The night wind, carrying pine scent and cold mist, slipped through the third-floor window of the Scripture Pavilion, stirring centuries of dust that danced in the twin moonlight. Lin Feng stood among the tall dark wood shelves, his skin prickling not from the air, but from a silence that felt too full.His victory in the Four Peaks Examination granted him access to this forbidden floor for seven nights. A gift that should have been a blessing. But since his foot crossed the door's seal, a faint hiss—like wind that spoke—had followed his every step. Not a voice. Not words. But a pressure at the edge of his consciousness, a pattern trying to match itself to the rhythm of his own thoughts.His Deconstruction Eye remained active at a low level, a passive shield. Every scroll, every book on these shelves emitted distinct auras. Most were dim, obsolete. But one, in the farthest corner behind a collapsed shelf, glowed with a faint yet persistent spiritual light, like a fi
30.The Night Phantom Sect Invasion
Fifteen days after his meeting with the Grand Elder, Lin Feng stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion, and the world around him exploded.One second earlier, the Outer Court complex was still submerged in golden dusk, disciples hurrying back to their respective barracks, Deacons busy with their scrolls. The next second, the sky darkened—not twilight, but thick black mist gushing from the main gate like blood from a severed artery.The frantic clang of bronze bells echoed from the watchtower. Not ordinary bells. It was the Highest Danger Bell, only rung when the sect faced an existential threat. The bell had remained silent for over thirty years."INVASION! NIGHT PHANTOM SECT! ALL OUTER COURT DISCIPLES TAKE SHELTER!"Elder Wan's voice, usually cold and restrained, now cracked with tension. The Verdant Vine's defensive formation—a massive green energy shield that normally covered the entire complex—flickered erratically, as though choked by something.