All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The bandit leader smirked, revealing yellowed, uneven teeth. The burn scar on his face wrinkled, making him look even more grotesque under the dim light of the phosphorescent flora."In the Dark Crystal Forest," he said with a hoarse, confident voice, "We make the rules."Rayden looked at him calmly. He could feel his energy reserves depleted after the fight with the Jade-Horned Wolf. He had neither the time nor the energy to play games with these low-level thugs. He needed information, and he needed rest."Rules are made to be broken," Rayden replied flatly.The smirk vanished from the bandit leader's face, replaced by rage. "Arrogant for an outsider! Finish him! Take the core!"The five bandits behind him roared and charged forward in unison, their rusted weapons held high.Rayden sighed, a sound more of disappointment than fatigue. He didn't even raise his sword. As the bandits were just a few meters away, he simply stomped his foot on the ground.BANG!A shockwave of spiritual ene

The burly bartender stared at Rayden with wide eyes, as if he had just seen a ghost. A cold sweat suddenly beaded on his thick temples, and the color drained from his scarred face."Brahma Angkara?" he whispered, his voice, which had been hoarse from ale, now trembled with pure terror. He glanced frantically to his left and right, as if the dirty walls of the tavern had ears. "Sir, you'd best not mention that name here. Or anywhere."Rayden leaned forward, completely ignoring the warning. His amber eyes bored into the bartender's. "I'm not asking for your permission to say his name," he said, his low voice leaving no room for debate. "I am paying you for information."With a deliberate flick of his finger, he pushed the pulsating spiritual core of the Jade-Horned Wolf closer to the bartender. Its pure, icy-blue light reflected in the man's terrified eyes.But, for the first time since Rayden had arrived in this lawless town, greed was defeated by something far more powerful."No, no,

Rayden stood before the dilapidated wooden door, the red thread of light from his ring pulsing gently before finally receding back into its main stone, its task complete. He looked up at the nearly illegible sign. With his now far more sensitive spiritual sense, he could feel a faint but incredibly complex concealment formation blanketing the entire building. The formation wasn't designed to attack, but rather to make this small shop seem ordinary, boring, and unworthy of a second glance."This place…" he murmured to himself. "It's no ordinary shop."With a light push, the door opened with a long creak, as if protesting its long slumber being disturbed.The inside of the shop was dim and felt cramped. The air was stale, thick with the characteristic scent of old wood, dust that had settled for decades, and the faint aura of sleeping spiritual power within forgotten artifacts. Wooden shelves soared to a dark ceiling, crammed with all manner of objects. Cracked porcelain jars, bamboo sc

Kael looked at Rayden after hearing his short but heavy request. His previously reverent face turned serious, and his old eyes narrowed as if staring into a dark past."The dragon you seek," he said, his voice low and full of warning, "Is no ordinary creature. He is a ghost that has haunted this region for decades. Many have tried to hunt him. Not a single one has ever returned."Rayden was undeterred. "I didn't come here to try," he answered coldly. "I came here to finish it."Seeing the unshakeable resolve in his Young Master's eyes, Kael nodded. He turned to the holographic projector and, with a few swift commands, the complex star chart vanished, replaced by a satellite image of a vast, barren wasteland."Our network has been tracking his movements for years," Kael explained. "The data is sparse. He is extremely careful, almost never leaving a trail. However, based on the movement of high-level resources, the reports from spies who managed to survive, and the strange energy fluctu

Rayden stared at the holographic map before him, his raised finger no longer hesitant. The red line of the caravan's route had become the only path that mattered."We don't need to choose a path," he said, his voice filled with a cold killing intent. "We will make our own. Prepare everything you have on that caravan. I will welcome that offering myself."Kael looked at his Young Master, a flicker of admiration mixed with trepidation crossing his old eyes. He didn't question or object. He simply bowed deeply. "As you command, Young Master."Two days later, Rayden arrived at Blackstone Pass.The place was a wound upon the earth's surface, a narrow canyon flanked by jagged black stone cliffs that soared into a violet sky. It was as if a god had once swung its colossal tail at the mountain's peak, splitting it in two. The wind howled ceaselessly through the narrow gap, creating a long, melancholic whistle that sounded like the screams of tormented souls.According to Kael's intelligence,