Tales Of The Exiled Immortal

CHAPTER 6

Rain stared at the contents of the pouch and let out a low chuckle.

Of course.

Lying in his palm were rare herbs, high-grade, top-quality resources that would take any outer disciple years of missions and sect points to afford. Some of them couldn’t even be purchased with points alone; they required contributions, reputation, or favors from higher-ups.

Yet here they were.

Piled into a simple pouch like they were nothing more than dry leaves.

Jasmine.

She’d gone this far again.

He ran his thumb over the velvet edge of the pouch, jaw tightening slightly. These herbs weren’t just rare, they were expensive. The kind of expensive that made even inner disciples hesitate. She must’ve paid a heavy price to get her hands on them. Favors, resources, maybe even clashing with higher-ranked disciples.

And she used it… on him, a sudden wave of determination flared in Rain’s eyes.

No. He couldn’t let her down.. not again.

He closed his eyes, steadying his breath as his spiritual sense slowly flowed into his body.

“Let’s see what’s really wrong with you...” he muttered, still unwilling to accept that this body had been labeled trash for no reason. He refused to believe the murky, clogged meridians were naturally this way. Something didn’t add up.

Minutes passed.

Then twenty.

Thirty.

When Rain’s eyes flashed open again, his expression was unreadable. Slowly, disbelief crept across his face.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he muttered.

He sat upright, stunned.

He had combed through this body carefully, checking for any kind of external suppression, cursed imprints, parasite seals,,anything but he found nothing.

On the contrary...

The meridians were actually wider than average, they were perfect, broad, sturdy, ideal for high-speed cultivation and heavy energy intake. It was the kind of foundation cultivators would kill for.

So why...? Why the hell had the meridians become murky?

Rain’s brows furrowed. He remembered the cultivation method the former Rain had been using. It was weak, common. Probably one of those incomplete trash-tier manuals passed down to outer disciples just to keep them busy.

If someone with this kind of body cultivated that kind of method, of course the meridians would clog over time. Like pouring sewage into golden pipes.

Even worse…

Rain narrowed his eyes.

Every month, Jasmine had been bringing him herbs, cleansing elixirs strong enough to purify normal meridian blockages but instead of improving... the meridians had deteriorated further.

That was the real puzzle.

He tapped his fingers on the floor, thinking.

After a while, Rain still couldn't find out what exactly was wrong. At this point, he could only sigh in defeat.

"Forget it, I'll just clear it out each time it happens," He shook his head, preparing to head out of his room but something wasn’t right. It wasn’t just the technique. Even clogged meridians could be stabilized with consistent treatment. But this body kept getting worse. That meant something was still interfering.

Or…

He wasn’t looking at it the right way.

Rain closed his eyes again.

This time, he slowed down. He wasn’t just examining the flow. He was reading the structure. Not just the condition of the body... but its nature.

And then... his eyes flew open.

“No way.”

A second later, his lips parted into a wide grin. Then he laughed. A low, mad chuckle that slowly built into something bigger, louder, wild and victorious.

“Heh… Hehehehehe…”

Rain burst into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. His voice rang through the room

“I didn’t expect to find it here… of all places. In this backwater mortal realm!”

The grin on his face widened as he clenched his fists.

This wasn’t just any body.

This was it .. the very constitution he had been hunting for over a thousand years. The one he had scoured ancient tombs, forbidden ruins, and floating ruins to find. Back then, he'd only found one technique that required it. One scroll. One monstrous scripture.

A Supreme-Grade Heaven Cultivation Technique, a method so powerful, so unfathomable, that even divine cultivators had gone mad trying to practice it.

And it needed a body just like this.

The technique’s creator was either a genius beyond comprehension or a lunatic who delighted in pain cause the technique requires a body that would corrode if fed anything less than perfection.

That’s why this body was labeled trash.

That’s why no matter what technique the old Rain tried, his meridians only worsened because they were never meant to digest low-grade methods much, only the Supreme technique would work.

"Didn't expect to find such a gem in the mortal realm," Rain murmured, the grin on his face widening as satisfaction swirled in his chest.

His hands curled behind him with ease, steps smooth as he turned back toward the drawer.

"Now that I know exactly what's wrong..." His voice dropped low, filled with promise, "...we begin the rise to the top ...again."

His smirk deepened cause this time… there’d be no falling short.

Not until he stood over the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor himself.

His eyes gleamed with renewed ambition. At most, three thousand years. That’s all he needed. Three thousand years to cultivate back to his peak and shatter the heavens in one blow. That bastard wouldn’t even see it coming.

But first…

First, there were smaller flames to put out.

Starting with saving his own neck and avoiding expulsion from this dusty sect.

Then... he’d get Jasmine, not as a nursemaid or a pitying friend but as his dual cultivation partner.

The thought alone made his blood run hot so he moved.

Rain grabbed the coins, slid them into his sleeve, and walked out of the room without a second glance. The old wooden door creaked softly as he stepped into the fading light of day.

The sun was low, casting a long gold wash across the courtyard.

Rain tilted his head slightly.

"Let's go get the materials first..." he muttered, eyes narrowing on the path ahead. His fingers brushed over the coin pouch inside his robe. It wasn’t much. Not for the number of herbs he needed.

Though Jasmine had provided the rare ones, he still required dozens of basic-grade materials to properly prepare the concoction. If prices had inflated or the market was low in supply… he’d need to improvise.

He sighed, adjusting his robes slightly as he walked.

The sect hadn’t changed much.

Quiet stone paths. Distant echo of swords clashing in a training field. Disciples walking in pairs or alone, none sparing him more than a dismissive glance.

It had been nearly three years since he last stepped out of this place.

To him, the sect had become a shell, a cage disguised as safety.

He remembered the rumors and the bloodshed.

Years ago, after a territorial clash between the Glory Dome Sect and a rival faction, disciples on both sides had gone feral, ambushing, killing, burning each other’s outposts down.

He was just a mere middle stage Qi Gathering Cultivator. No one would give a fuck even if he were to die, so there was no need to try.

So he stopped going out.

Stopped risking it.

But now he had a reason and a purpose.

As he reached the towering sect gate, guards standing lazily at either side barely spared him a glance. No one cared if outer sect trash came or went.

Stepping past the gate, Rain’s eyes adjusted to the blur of noise and motion ahead.

The city had bloomed since he last saw it.

Vendors shouted, children ran through the dust, cultivators in fancier robes haggled for pills while beggars slumped beneath stalls.

A bitter smile touched Rain’s lips.

He had spent centuries in a void, locked in nothingness, clawing through torment just to hold onto his mind. And now, here he stood, back in a mortal realm, surrounded by life. It was… oddly grounding.

But he didn’t let himself enjoy it for long.

He had goals and wasting time wasn’t one of them.

Just as he stepped forward, preparing to head toward the herb district, his body froze.

Something shifted, his senses tingled and a ripple in the air.

It was faint, so faint that only someone like him would notice it but it was there so he didn’t hesitate.

Rain spun on his heel, shifting his stance, feet rooted, body angled where it wouldn't be easy for the person observing him to attack His voice came low and cold,

“Who’s there?”

Silence.

“Reveal yourself. Now.”

He didn’t blink. Muscles tightened beneath his robes as he scanned the shadows of the alley to his right however nothing moved but someone was there and they were trying very hard to stay hidden.