All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Have you seen it?" The hoarse voice cut through the silence of a dim teahouse in Malora City's darkest corner, a place where information was sold for more than gold. On a scarred wooden table, a small rune projector cast the image of newly arrived data. "The second son of the Bramasta clan, the great Alvareno, is nothing but a rat selling his own clan's artifacts to the Altair family."The man across the table merely grunted, his cunning eyes glinting through a cloud of smoke. The news was spreading faster than a plague.Within hours, the digital poison Rayden had released into the cultivators' shadow network had infected every corner of the community. From encrypted forums to whispers among black market traders, the name Alvareno Bramasta was now a subject of scorn. The transaction data, complete with the Altair seal and the list of embezzled artifacts, became a wildfire, igniting doubt and division within the mighty Bramasta family. The reputation they had built over decades was no

"So, what's your plan for that little trinket you stole?"Lyra’s voice was crystal clear in the silence of the subterranean base. She leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on the Spiritual Seal lying on the table. The object pulsed with a blood-red light, as if it were still pumping life from the clan it had betrayed.Rayden didn't answer. He sat before the table, his fingers tracing the dragon engravings on the seal's surface. He didn't see it as a trophy, but as a poison key. A key that wouldn't just open a door, but bring the entire building down from the inside. He could feel the energy trapped within it—the power of generations of Bramastas—an arrogant power, oblivious to the fact that its end had come."I'm not going to use it to get in," Rayden said finally, his eyes still locked on the seal. "I'm going to use it as a backdoor. A channel to inject poison directly into their system."His plan was simple in its brutality: use the seal, their highest sy

"One name, Lucien Dorne, and the entire underworld information network freezes." Lyra whispered to herself, her silver eyes reflecting the lines of code scrolling rapidly across the crystal screen before her.In her hidden data fortress, she was hunting a ghost. The fall of the Bramasta family was big news, but to Lyra, it was merely a ripple on the surface. The real storm was brewing below, and that storm had a name. She had begun her own private investigation, a move unprompted by Rayden.This was no longer about investment or alliance. This was about survival. A man who could be Rayden's father's business partner and a high-ranking member of Altair simultaneously, whose name alone was enough to make Harwin tremble in fear, was a threat too dangerous to ignore.With her expertise, she began slicing through the security layers of Altair's digital archives, searching for any trace of Lucien Dorne. Most of the data had been wiped clean—a professional job that only deepened her suspicio

"I'm waiting, Rayden."Lyra's voice cut through the air, a cold whisper in the heart of the subsiding spiritual storm. "Everything. From the beginning."The demand was absolute. They were still in a fragile stasis—Lyra's back pressed against Rayden's, a living conduit for the wild energy that now spun in a more stable vortex between them and the crystal. Sweat slicked both their temples, a testament to the life-and-death gamble they had just won.Rayden drew a heavy, shuddering breath. He had no choice.For the first time in ten years, he opened the floodgates of his memory, allowing another person into the darkest corners of his past.In a low, hoarse voice, he began to speak. He spoke of the warmth of his family, of his mother's laughter and his father's advice. He painted with words a world that had been stolen from him, a small paradise burned to the ground in a single night. He then recounted the desperate flight with Raelyn, their separation, and his fall into the abyss of death

"Ray, this is bad! This is very bad!"Mireya's panicked voice shattered the silence of the subterranean base Rayden had recently claimed as his own. She burst into the room, which looked more like a war strategy chamber than a living space, her breath coming in ragged gasps as if she had just run a marathon. In her hand, she clutched a simple white envelope, yet it seemed to carry the weight of a hundred kilograms.Rayden who was standing before a large map of Malora City pinned to the wall, did not turn. His index finger was still tracing the borders of the Altair family's territory, his movements slow and calculated. His almost unnatural calm was a stark contrast to Mireya's agitation."Calm down, Mireya," he said flatly, his voice echoing softly in the sparsely furnished room. "Panic is a luxury we cannot afford.""How can I be calm?" Mireya retorted, her voice rising slightly. She paced back and forth on the cold concrete floor, her hand gestures betraying her deep anxiety. "Look