Tales Of The Exiled Immortal

CHAPTER 2

"Fool," Rain snorted coldly, watching the gust of wind rush toward his face like it meant something.

Who did this walking embarrassment think he was? Raising a hand against him?

Even in this vessel, Rain didn’t need to move a single finger. With his realm suppression alone, he could turn ants like this into regrets and without hesitation, Rain released his aura.

The force exploded from his body, rushing forward heavy, fast, and absolute. It crushed the oncoming fist instantly and spread in all directions.

"Thud!"

The sound echoed as the group of disciples dropped to their knees at once. They didn’t dare raise their heads, their bodies trembling as fear leaked off them like sweat.

The pressure had hit them hard, no warning, and no mercy. One second they were standing tall, the next they were pinned to the ground, unable to move, barely able to breathe.

Just as it felt like their bones would snap and their veins would burst, the pressure vanished.

They had tried to resist, but their weak cultivation was a joke in front of the force that crushed them.

That pressure… it wasn’t something they should’ve ever felt. Not in this outer sect. It was beyond the elders. Maybe even rivaled the Sect Master himself.

Rain, however, frowned as his legs wobbled slightly and he immediately knew something felt off, his strength, his cultivation was slipping.

What...?

Rain’s eyes narrowed. His entire cultivation, centuries of it was vanishing, not slowly or gradually, it was simply gone.

Just like that.

A wave of fatigue slammed into his soul. His legs buckled slightly and he took a step forward but nearly stumbled and the bastards on the floor panicked.

"No! Please spare us!" they screamed, smashing their foreheads into the ground. "We didn’t know! Please...!"

Rain didn’t respond but just looked at them briefly. Disgusted, bored, and highly disinterested.

They weren’t even worth insulting right now so he turned away.

His body was crashing. He needed to stabilize himself before he passed out on the spot.

He staggered away, heading back toward the small apartment assigned to outer sect disciples.

The crowd that had gathered kept silent. No one moved or even spoke.

What they had just felt wasn’t something they could forget. Even though the pressure hadn’t been directed at them, it had still brushed against them and that brief taste was enough to burn itself into their memory.

Rain reached his room. A plain, single-room space given to the lowest-ranked disciples. A straw bed in the corner and that was all but he didn’t care.

He dropped onto the bed and passed out instantly.

—

Hours passed and Rain’s eyes snapped open.

He sat up slowly, expression blank, mind clear. The room was small. Straw bed. A few scrolls stacked carelessly to the side. Probably low-grade martial techniques.

A pile of folded clothes sat in the far corner. Other than that, nothing.

It was tidy or should he say almost too tidy.

"What happened..." he muttered under his breath, remembering the moment his aura exploded… and the moment it slipped away.

He closed his eyes and focused inward and the truth hit immediately.

The body he had taken over was complete trash.

This body hadn’t even reached the Foundation Establishment Realm. It was stuck...no, rotting at the middle stage of Qi Gathering, after years of aimless cultivating.

As for his own cultivation?

Gone. The moment he took over this body, everything vanished. What he’d unleashed earlier was just a fragment. A lingering piece from his original soul and nothing more.

Rain opened his eyes, expression calm but his lips curled.

"Pathetic body. No strength, no potential, no foundation... Just what kind of miserable joke was this guy supposed to be? And middle Qi Gathering," he muttered. "Barely above a mortal. Whoever this fool was before I arrived, he clearly had one job...waste air."

He took in a deep breath,

"No... this is bad," Rain muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as he sat motionless on the bed, unsure whether to curse the heavens or the idiot who owned this body before him.

After fully absorbing the memories, he saw the truth.

This boy wasn’t lazy. He had cultivated day and night for ten years straight. But even after all that effort, he was still stuck at the middle stage of Qi Gathering Realm which was a joke among jokes.

Those who had entered the sect alongside him were now inner disciples, some even core disciples. The worst among them had already reached the Core Spirit Realm.

And he was still crawling through Qi Gathering. Still laughed at and mocked.

Junior disciples surpassed him like he was a training dummy. One after another, they rose past him, leaving him behind, eating dust. In time, he became the sect's errand boy, doing menial tasks for others just to avoid trouble.

The elders didn’t care and no one stopped it.

This was a place where strength spoke.

If you wanted dignity, you earned it. If you didn’t have power, you were nothing.

Rain sighed. His face blank, and his mind calculating.

How the hell was he supposed to defeat the Heavenly Emperor in a body like this?

Even if he cultivated for ten million years, he wouldn’t reach the Soul Refinement Realm, let alone stand in front of the emperor.

"Let's see what kind of cultivation technique this idiot practiced," Rain muttered. His voice was calm, but the annoyance in it was loud.

He knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going back to that abyss no matter what.

With his experience, over a thousand years of battle, training, breakthroughs, failures, he could turn this trash body into something usable.

It wouldn’t be easy, wouldn’t be fast but giving up was not an option.

He closed his eyes and activated the predecessor’s cultivation technique.

Moments passed and his eyes flew open, Rain blinked once and then scoffed.

"Who the hell designed this thing?"

He stood up and snapped, "Even if a super genius trained in this garbage, they’d be lucky to break through Foundation Realm in their lifetime! What in the actual hell is this trash?"

He shook his head, irritation rising in waves and with a frown, he dug deeper through his memories, searching for something better.

Cultivation techniques were ranked by grade, Yellow, Black, Earth, and Heaven.

Each grade had three tiers which were Low, Mid, and Supreme.

The higher the grade and tier, the greater the limit.

For example, a Supreme Yellow Grade technique could only take someone to Spirit Body Realm at best, no matter their talent.

A Supreme Heaven Grade technique? That one could take someone all the way to the peak of cultivation if they survived the requirements.

What this body had been using wasn’t even Yellow Grade. It was below trash. He wouldn’t be surprised if the creator had been dropped as a child.

Rain, thankfully, had options. His soul carried countless techniques. Among them were multiple Earth Grade methods, some Supreme and even a Heaven Grade Supreme Technique he’d stumbled across long ago.

But that one came with inhuman requirements. Conditions so absurd, even he hadn’t qualified back then and no one he met since had either.

Still, now wasn’t the time for that.

After browsing through the list in his mind, Rain selected a Supreme Earth Grade technique and immediately began circulating energy.

Just as he started focusing... BANG! BANG! BANG!

A loud knock slammed against his door and Rain’s face darkened.

"Rain! You bastard, come out here!" a voice barked from outside, loud and arrogant.