All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The guard captain, a burly man with a jagged scar across his face, drew his massive, serrated greatsword. The edge of the blade shimmered with a malevolent, blood-red light, as if it had drunk the lives of countless souls. He stared into the now-silent black cliffs."Show yourself, coward!" he bellowed, his harsh voice echoing off the stone walls, thick with the arrogance of a man accustomed to power.Before his voice could fade, an answer came.But not from one direction.BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!A series of muffled explosions erupted simultaneously from both sides of the cliffs. Dozens of small explosive runes, meticulously prepared by Rayden, detonated—not to kill, but to create chaos.Thousands of sharp, black stone fragments rained down upon the caravan like a storm of arrows, sending the once-orderly guards into a panicked scatter. The armored reptilian beasts roared in terror, pulling wildly at the iron-barred carts.Amidst the confusion and screams, a shadow descended from the clifft

Rayden pulled his sword from the lifeless body of the guard leader. Thick, black blood dripped from the tip of its silver blade, the sound startlingly loud in the now-silent canyon. The man's final words continued to echo in his mind, more disturbing than any roar of battle.'Not to enhance power... then what for?'With all the guards defeated, a strange stillness descended upon the Blackrock Gap. The foul stench of blood and the remnants of spiritual energy mingled with the cold mountain air. Rayden stood for a moment in the center of the circle of bodies, letting his adrenaline subside, his mind working furiously to solve that final riddle.He finally turned and walked slowly toward the iron-barred carriages. Inside, the young captives stared at him with a mixture of fear, gratitude, and an overwhelming awe. They had just witnessed a single man slaughter an entire unit of elite guards as if he were cutting down weeds.Without a word, Rayden raised his sword. With several swift, prec

Elara stared at the face of the dead guard at Rayden's feet. Her green eyes glinted with a cold, unconcealed hatred, a hatred born from countless moments of suffering."His name was Kaelan," she said, her voice filled with bitter memories. "He was the one who used the whip most often."Rayden just nodded, his face showing no expression. Without a shred of hesitation, he knelt beside the corpse. With silent, methodical movements, he began to unbuckle the rough, blood-stained leather armor. The rescued youths could only watch in silence, a mixture of horror and awe on their faces as they witnessed their savior calmly stripping his enemy's clothes.It was a cold process. Rayden had to overcome his own disgust. As he put on the armor, he could feel the residual cruel aura clinging to it. He could smell the foul stench of blood and sweat from its previous owner. For a moment, his stomach churned. It was a violation of himself, to wear the skin of a monster he despised. But he pushed that f

The question, though asked in a joking tone, felt like the cold tip of a sword at Rayden's neck. He forced himself to laugh, a hoarse chuckle that sounded convincing amidst the crackling of the campfire."Maybe seeing the captain's ugly face finally gave me the courage to die," he growled, attempting to mimic Kaelan's rough manner of speaking.The thin guard roared with laughter, punching Rayden hard on the shoulder. "Hahaha! You've got a point there!"The first, unexpected test had been passed. The suspicion in the guard's eyes vanished, replaced by a crude camaraderie.Their journey continued the next day. After several hours of walking, they arrived in a small, fertile valley. There, hidden among the green hills, was a peaceful little village. There were no walls or watchtowers, just a few simple wooden houses surrounded by golden fields of wheat. Thin smoke curled from the chimneys, and the faint sound of children's laughter was carried on the wind.The contrast between the villag

The soul-detecting crystal in the gate commander's hand glowed with a pale light that shot straight at Rayden's chest, as if stripping bare every vibration of his energy down to the cellular level. Behind him, the patrol commander who had brought him here watched with suspicion. His entire mission now hinged on a single breath.In the midst of the oppressive silence, Rayden did not panic. Instead, he did something unexpected.He laughed.A hoarse, ragged laugh, full of a false pride he had practiced."Of course my aura is different!" he growled, perfectly mimicking Kaelan's rough manner of speech. He jerked a dirty thumb toward the canyon in the distance. "I just fought to the death against a dozen beasts while our cowardly captain died screaming! If my aura were the same as when I left, it would mean I did nothing!"He took a step forward, deliberately challenging the gaze of the gate commander, who was hidden behind his helm. "Or maybe," he continued mockingly, "You comfortable gate