All Chapters of Heaven's Only Men Cultivator : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
Chapter 1 - Today, the Sun Rises for Me
"Get him! Don't let that filth reach the tree line!" The shout tore through the humid air of the White Jade Valley, followed closely by the rhythmic thrum of boots hitting the forest floor. Li Feng didn't look back. He couldn't. Every time he drew a breath, it felt like he was inhaling molten lead. His chest wasn't just burning; it was vibrating with a violent, rhythmic pulse that threatened to crack his ribs from the inside out. 'Move, move, move,' he hissed to himself. 'If they catch you, the whip will be the kindest thing you feel today.' "He's heading for the ravine!" a high-pitched voice screamed from his left. "Sister Chen, cut him off from the ridge! The rest of you, stay on his heels!" Li Feng dove through a thicket of thorn-bushes, the sharp branches clawing at his thin slave tunic and tearing into his skin. He didn't feel the pain. The heat radiating from the center of his chest was so intense it numbed everything else. "How is he this fast?" one of the disciples yelle
Chapter 2 - The Sun Has Returned
The water was a freezing, crushing weight that dragged Li Feng into the black. His lungs screamed for air, but every time he tried to gasp, the churning river forced silt and ice into his throat. Just as the darkness began to claim the edges of his consciousness, a violent jolt of heat snapped his eyes open. His body hit a solid surface. Not rock, but wet sand. "Cough... 'ack'... help..." Li Feng rolled onto his side, retching up mouthfuls of river water. His hands clawed at the damp earth, his fingers numb and white. The air here was stagnant, smelling of ancient dust and damp moss. It was pitch black, save for a faint, rhythmic pulsing of amber light coming from his own chest. "Wake up, boy. Unless you find the cold a comfortable blanket." Li Feng froze. The voice didn't come from the shadows of the cave. It echoed inside his skull, resonant and heavy like a bronze bell. "Who’s there?" Li Feng croaked, his voice cracking. "Is someone there?" "The one keeping your heart fro
Chapter 3 - Frozen Lake, Rising Sun
"Who are you?" Li Feng yelled, his voice bouncing off the jagged remains of the obsidian doors. The silhouette didn't answer. It wobbled, then slumped forward, hitting the stone floor with a dull thud that echoed through the vast cavern. "Wait," Li Feng whispered, his heart hammered against his ribs. "Is she... dead?" "Not dead. Not yet," the voice in his head replied, sounding more alert than before. "But the cold of the tomb has settled into her marrow. Look at her chest, boy. Look at the shadows." Li Feng crept forward. The golden glow radiating from his own skin served as a torch, cutting through the thick, ancient dust. He knelt beside her. She was young, perhaps only a few years older than himself, dressed in midnight-black silks that seemed to absorb the light. Her face was pale, almost translucent, and a strange, bluish frost was creeping up her neck. "She's a woman," Li Feng noted, his breath hitching. "A cultivator from one of the sects?" "A daughter of the moon," the
Chapter 4 - Letting Go of the Thread
Ying Yue pulled him into the shadows of a narrow crevice just as a flare of blue light washed over the rubble of the obsidian doors. Li Feng stumbled, his knees hitting the cold, damp stone. The blade stayed inches from his windpipe, a constant, shivering reminder of his place. "Don't move," she breathed. Her heart was racing—he could feel the vibration through her grip on his collar. "If you breathe too loud, they'll find us." "They're already here," Li Feng whispered back, his eyes fixed on the flickering blue glow reflecting off the cave walls. "Elder Mei... she won't stop until I'm dead." Ying Yue narrowed her eyes, her violet irises shimmering in the dark. "She wants the Core, you idiot. Dead or alive doesn't matter to her as long as she can scrape it out of your ribs." "Why?" Li Feng asked, a sudden surge of heat bubbling in his chest. "Why is a man having this power such a crime? You saw what happened. It saved you. It's just... energy." Ying Yue let out a sharp, cynical b
Chapter 5 - The World Is Not Ready
"Don't you dare, you idiot!" Ying Yue hissed, her hand slamming against Li Feng's chest with the force of a hammer. The golden light that had been about to erupt from his ribs flickered, then swirled violently as Ying Yue's violet Qi crashed into it. She didn't try to extinguish the fire; she tried to wrap it. Her fingers moved in a blur, tracing forbidden runes in the air that hummed with a dark, oily resonance. "What are you doing?" Li Feng gasped, the pressure in his lungs feeling like a lead weight. "Saving your life and mine," she snapped. "If you flare that sun here, Elder Mei will turn this mountain into a tomb. Now hold still and let the shadows take you." The violet energy turned into a murky, grey mist that clung to Li Feng's skin. He watched in horror as his golden aura was sucked inward, compressed, and hidden behind a veil of artificial filth. His skin, once glowing with health, took on the sickly, sallow grey of a man who hadn't seen the sun in years. His muscles see
Chapter 6 - Breaking the Chains
"Don't move, slave," Elder Mei hissed. The frost raced across the stone bridge, encasing Li Feng’s boots in a layer of jagged, blue ice. The cold was a living thing, biting through his thin sandals and gnawing at his ankles. He could feel the Ancient Yang Core in his chest beginning to throb, a low, rhythmic growl of heat that wanted to shatter the ice. "Elder, you are overstepping," Ying Yue said, her voice dropping an octave into a dangerous, icy calm. "The Hidden Raven Pavilion does not take kindly to its property being frozen like common meat." "Your property smells of the Forbidden Dawn," Mei replied. She stepped forward, the glow of her jade staff casting long, predatory shadows. "Move aside, Disciple Yue. If this creature is what I think he is, your Pavilion will be the first to burn for hiding him." "And if he isn't?" Ying Yue countered. She didn't draw her sword, but her fingers twitched near the hilt. "If he's just a broken slave I picked up from a gutter, you've just
Chapter 7 - Shattering the Lunar Crystal
"Don't do it!" Ying Yue screamed, her voice a sharp whip crack that echoed through the narrow alleyway.She lunged forward, her palm slamming against Li Feng’s chest with desperate force, physically shoving his hand down. The golden light that had begun to seep through his skin was abruptly smothered by a veil of her violet Qi. She spun around to face the scavengers, her eyes burning with a lethal lavender hue."Back off, you vultures!" she roared, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. "Do you want to explain to the Black Market why you're harassing a Raven Pavilion agent in the middle of the street?"The woman with the jagged scar faltered. She looked at Ying Yue’s high-quality silks, then at the grey, sallow-looking male standing behind her. "A Pavilion agent? Carrying a stray? That’s a bold claim, little girl.""Believe it or not," Ying Yue hissed, her voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. "But if you don't clear this alley in three seconds, I'll carve the proof of
Chapter 8 - Striking the Iron Rose
The iron gate clattered shut behind Li Feng, the sound echoing like a guillotine blade hitting the block. The sand beneath his feet was coarse, stained a dark, rusted crimson by years of spilled blood. Above the pit, hundreds of mercenary women leaned over the railings, their jeers and whistles forming a deafening wall of sound. "Kill him, Captain! Break the little bird's wings!" "Ten silver on the boy hitting the sand in ten seconds!" Li Feng ignored them. He looked across the arena at Captain Zhao. She was unbuckling her silver vambraces, tossing them to the side with a nonchalant clang. She didn't draw her broadsword. Instead, she began wrapping her knuckles in thick, black leather strips. "Strip to the waist," Zhao commanded, her amber eyes never leaving his. "What?" Li Feng blinked, his hand clutching the collar of his tattered tunic. "You heard me," she said, her voice a low rumble that carried over the crowd's noise. "I want to see how you move. I want to see if that glow
Chapter 9 - Awakening the Architect
The blinding white silhouette at the top of the gallery didn't move. She stood like a marble statue carved from moonlight, her presence sucking the oxygen out of the room. Behind her, a dozen armored sisters of the Holy Light stood with their hands on their hilts, their auras radiating a cold, clinical judgment. "Captain Zhao," the woman in the center said. Her voice was soft, like silk sliding over a blade, but it cut through the murmurs of the mercenaries instantly. "I believe you heard me. The Iron Rose is now under divine audit." Captain Zhao didn't flinch. She stepped in front of Li Feng, her massive broadsword still sheathed but her hand resting heavily on the pommel. "Saintess Lin Yue. To what do we owe the honor? I didn't think the Holy Light bothered with the smells of the Black Market." Lin Yue stepped forward, her white boots silent on the stone stairs. As she descended, the flickering torches in the hall seemed to brighten, then turn a pale, ghostly silver. She was beau
Chapter 10 - Refusing the Command
The silver light from Lin Yue’s teleportation had barely faded when the humid, suffocating weight of the Poison Mist Forest pressed against Li Feng's lungs. They weren't in the city anymore. The towering trees around them were gnarled, their bark weeping a black, oily sap that smelled like rot. "Stay close," Captain Zhao ordered, her voice muffled by a thick silk scarf wrapped around her face. Li Feng looked around. Behind Zhao, five of her elite mercenaries moved in a tight diamond formation. Ying Yue was there too, her violet eyes scanning the canopy with a lethal intensity. Even Lin Yue, the Saintess, stood nearby, though she looked paler than ever, her silver staff trembling slightly in her hand. "Why are we here?" Li Feng asked. "The High Executioners are behind us, and we're walking into a death trap." "Because the only way out of Azure Port without being tracked is through this hellhole," Zhao replied, her eyes narrowing at the shifting purple haze ahead. "And because the S