All Chapters of Death Cultivator : Rise For Revenge!: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41
After traversing the hidden paths shown by Prince Zhao Min, the group finally arrived at the outskirts of the Southern Bastion. However, instead of the rigid ranks of soldiers and tightly barred gates they expected, they were greeted by an unexpected sight. The city was party. Hundreds of orange and red paper lanterns drifted through the air, decorating a twilight sky of deep purple. The melodic strains of bamboo flutes and the rhythmic beat of small drums echoed from afar, mingling with the aroma of spiced grilled meats and the sweetness of freshly steamed rice cakes. This was the Festival of the Harvest of Life—the one time of year when the people of the South allowed themselves to momentarily forget the looming shadow of the Imperial invasion. "It’s beautiful..." Xue Er whispered, her pale blue eyes sparkling as they reflected the lantern light. She had never seen colors this warm in her entire life. "We will enter as commoners," Master Mo instructed, handing out simple cotton
Chapter 42
The soft morning sunlight filtered through the carved wooden window slits of the Southern Bastion’s Great Hall. The room was not as ostentatious as the cold palaces of the Central Empire; its walls were crafted from fragrant, aged teak, adorned with embroidered tapestries depicting the lush landscapes of the South. Huo Tian Xian stood in the center of the hall, wearing clean, dark-gray robes provided by the bastion's attendants. Beside him, Xue Er looked elegant in a pale blue cotton dress, while Huo Li Yu and Prince Zhao Min stood quietly behind them. Master Mo, who seemed well-versed in the air of diplomacy, stood with his arms folded across his chest. Granny Lin sat in a large wooden chair at the far end of the room, sipping jasmine tea from a small porcelain cup. Before her sat two middle-aged men who appeared to be locked in a tense standoff. "Tian Xian, allow me to introduce them," Granny Lin said, setting down her cup. "This is Chief Yan of the Valley Farmers Clan, and Chief
Chapter 43
The night air at the Southern Bastion felt cooler following the light rain that had fallen since evening. Although the alliance with the farming and mining clans had been officially ratified, Huo Tian Xian could not allow his vigilance to waver. Inside his modest quarters in the eastern wing, he sat cross-legged, allowing the Ice Dragon and Phoenix energies to circulate in a calm, steady rhythm. Tap... Tap... The wooden door slid open quietly. Prince Zhao Min entered with hurried steps, his face taut under the flickering candlelight. "Tian Xian, we have a problem," Zhao Min whispered. "Three crates of black crystal minerals from the mining clan have vanished from the underground vault. Not only that, Master Mo’s secret communication talisman is gone as well." Tian Xian opened his eyes. The flashes of blue and red receded, leaving behind a cold, piercing gaze. "Who was guarding the vault?" "Granny Lin’s elite guards. There were no signs of a struggle, no blood. The thief moved lik
Chapter 44
"Xian, Mother is still alive!" Li Yu cried out the moment she threw open the door. "An Elder from our clan survived; I am treating him now. He told me she is still alive!" The tea cup in Huo Tian Xian’s hand shattered. Warm liquid seeped out, soaking his trembling fingers, but he didn't feel it. His eyes were fixed on the broken jade pendant Li Yu had placed on the pavilion's wooden table. The morning light streaming through the window seemed to dim, replaced by flashes of childhood memories buried in the ashes of their clan's destruction years ago. "Mother... is alive?" Tian Xian’s voice was hoarse, barely audible. Li Yu nodded slowly, tears welling in her Phoenix-green eyes. "That old man... he was our clan’s Senior Guard, Xian. He saw Mother being taken in an iron carriage bearing the Black Wing emblem—the Emperor’s secret forces. All this time, we thought she perished in the flames, but they abducted her." Tian Xian stood up abruptly, his chair flipping backward. The Ice Drago
Chapter 45
Dawn broke over the Southern Bastion with a thin mist swathing the main gates. A simple wooden carriage, pulled by two dark brown horses, stood ready for departure. Stacked atop it were crates filled with medicinal roots, dried gandarusa leaves, and ceramic vials of floral essences. There were no war banners, no glint of steel blades to be seen. Huo Tian Xian sat in the driver’s seat, wearing a wide bamboo hat and a coarse, earth-colored cloak. Beside him, Prince Zhao Min was dressed similarly, though his back remained straight—a noble habit that proved difficult to shed. "Xian," Zhao Min whispered, adjusting the tilt of Tian Xian’s bamboo hat. "Remember, a merchant does not look a soldier in the eye with a murderous gaze. You must look down slightly, offer a clumsy smile, and talk about the price of goods. If you release even a trace of your Ice Dragon aura, our disguise ends in a heartbeat." Tian Xian let out a heavy sigh, his fingers tightening around the reins. "It is hard for
Chapter 46
Lin’an City, the primary gateway to the Central District, was a clamorous and colorful sea of humanity. Unlike the serene Southern Bastion, Lin’an was a hub of greed wrapped in luxurious silk. Here, the air smelled of expensive incense mingled with the pungent sweat of thousands of merchants. Huo Tian Xian’s wooden carriage came to a halt in front of a small inn tucked away in a corner of the marketplace. Following Zhao Min’s instructions, they avoided luxury inns to escape notice, but stayed clear of the slums to avoid being suspected as common thieves. "Remember, Xian," Zhao Min whispered as they disembarked. "In this place, money speaks louder than the sword. If someone insults you, let it pass like a breeze. A successful merchant has no pride; he has only profit." Tian Xian gave a stiff nod. He smoothed out his coarse robes, consciously trying to relax his shoulders, which instinctively held the broad, upright posture of a warrior. Beside him, Xue Er concealed her white hair wi
Chapter 47
The Central Imperial Palace stood tall like a cold white giant beneath a pale blue sky. Its walls were clad in shimmering marble, but in Huo Tian Xian’s eyes, that grandeur felt like a pile of polished bones. The Celestial Medicine Market filled the outer courtyard up to the second gate, creating a labyrinth of purple and gold silk tents. The scents of a thousand medicinal herbs mingled here—from the sharp fragrance of thousand-year-old ginseng to the briny odor of dried sea monster scales. Tian Xian walked at the head of their wooden carriage, holding the reins with a steady hand. His bamboo hat shaded most of his face, but his eyes moved constantly, mapping every position of the black-armored guards who stood rigid at every street corner. "Xian, breathe," whispered Zhao Min, walking beside him as a trade assistant. "Your right shoulder is too stiff. Remember, you are a medicine merchant in awe of the palace’s splendor, not a wolf stalking its prey." Tian Xian exhaled slowly, forc
Chapter 48
The surface of the Lotus Tower’s lake appeared serene, reflecting thousands of festival lanterns that drifted like fallen stars. Yet, beneath the silent ripples, Huo Tian Xian and Xue Er moved like predatory shadows. Xue Er employed her Frost-Step Technique, creating paper-thin footholds of ice just beneath the water’s surface to ensure their movements left no splash. "The spiritual alarm circuit is just ahead, Xian," Xue Er whispered, her fingers touching the submerged foundation of the tower. Tian Xian nodded. He could feel the rhythmic pulse of energy within the stone walls—a safety net designed to trigger warning bells should any foreign energy intrude. Xue Er closed her eyes, channeling her pure frost energy with surgical precision, freezing the flow of chi within the circuit without abruptly breaking the current. "Now," Xue Er hissed. Tian Xian pressed his palm against the seal of the underwater secret door. He did not shatter it. Instead, he utilized the frequency of his Ic
Chapter 49
The cold lake water seeped into the pores of his skin, but for Huo Tian Xian, the chill was nothing compared to the warmth of his mother’s gaunt body, which he held tightly against his back. Xue Er swam by his side, using her frost energy to create a propelling current beneath the surface, making them glide like arrows away from the Lotus Tower—which was now engulfed in violet flames and the frantic shouts of guards. At a small jetty hidden behind a row of moored merchant ships, two gray-robed figures awaited them. Master Mo and Prince Zhao Min immediately hauled them up onto the wet wooden planks. "Hurry! The carriage is ready in the market’s waste-processing tunnel!" Zhao Min whispered. His face was pale, realizing that the tower's explosion would trigger a city-wide lockdown within minutes. They sprinted through dark, narrow alleys, avoiding the main thoroughfares now filling with the rhythmic gallop of black-armored cavalry. In an old warehouse belonging to the Eagle Eye factio
Chapter 50
"It is good to see you again, Lady Bai," Master Mo greeted, looking at Meilin’s smiling face. "So, it is you," Bai Meilin—or Huo Meilin—replied. "Bai? The Bai Clan?" Li Yu, who had just entered the room, looked at her mother in surprise. Bai Meilin smiled and extended her hand, which Li Yu immediately took. "In truth, your mother’s original name is Meilin of the Bai Clan, the Clan of Light that has long been extinct," Master Mo explained, as Li Yu listened intently. "However, due to her profound loyalty to her husband’s family—your father, Huo Zhen—and her role as the clan’s matriarch, outsiders often refer to her as 'Lady Huo.'" "So that’s how it is," Li Yu murmured, as Bai Meilin smiled and gently stroked her daughter’s cheek. "There is an even deeper secret: Huo Meilin is an 'Honorary Title' I received upon marriage, symbolizing that I had fully united my soul with the Huo Clan. My birth name is Bai Meilin. I am the last descendant of a clan of white sorcerers who possess the