Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cultivator's Revenge: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The old man smiled faintly, a smile that didn't reach his age-clouded eyes. "This garden was arranged to soothe the soul," he said, his hoarse voice like the rustle of dry leaves. "But it can also become a labyrinth for those with ill intentions. Please."Rayden gave a short nod, accepting the veiled warning. He followed the old servant down the path of flat stones. The garden was a masterpiece. There was none of the garish luxury of the Moyes residence. Every ancient pine tree, every moss-covered rock, every clump of bamboo, it all felt perfectly placed. The rhythmic clack of a bamboo fountain striking a stone was the only music, a tranquil beat that felt like the sleeping heart of a great beast.But beneath this meditative beauty, Rayden's Sage-level perception felt something else. He could feel the 'eyes' the servant had mentioned. Not human eyes, but the nodes of spiritual formations, slumbering beneath the earth, within the stones, and faintly carved onto the trunks of the trees.

Back in the tea pavilion in Malora.The once calm atmosphere was now heavy and suffocating, crushed by the spiritual pressure radiating from the two figures who had just appeared. The Grand Elder of the Altair clan merely watched with cold detachment, as if about to witness a performance he had long anticipated.The burly Grandmaster who had appeared on the right—Gorga—stepped forward. Each step made the pavilion's wooden floor creak as if bearing the weight of a mountain. His empty hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, emitting an aura of pure, destructive physical power."Your arrogance ends here, boy," he growled, his voice as heavy as grinding stones. "You have gone too far."Before his voice had even faded, Gorga charged. He used no complex techniques. He simply threw a straight punch, a fist wreathed in a thick, brown energy. But the power behind that simple punch was so immense that the air before it seemed to warp and vibrate. The marble floor beneath him c

Rayden was on one knee, his sword plunged into the earth as the only prop holding him from collapse. The burning pain in his back felt like molten lava, and every breath was like swallowing shards of glass. Fresh blood dripped from his lips, forming a small pool on the ruined grass. He looked like a dragon whose wing had been broken.Before him, the two Altair Grandmasters stood haughtily. Gorga smirked with satisfaction, while Wijaya regarded him with a cold, victorious gaze. In the pavilion, the Grand Elder of the Altair clan sipped his tea as if he had just witnessed an inevitable conclusion.Though gravely wounded, Rayden lifted his head. There was no despair in his eyes. Instead, a thin, cold, and terrifying smile was etched on his bloody lips. His eyes glinted with a light that was anything but that of a defeated man."A foundation built over hundreds of years," he said, his voice hoarse yet carrying clearly across the ravaged garden. "Can sometimes crumble in the blink of an ey

When Rayden reappeared in his subterranean base, he was no longer walking with the aura of a conqueror, but staggering like a soldier who had just returned from hell.His black robes were torn in several places, revealing deep burns and gashes underneath. His face was deathly pale, and the dried blood at the corner of his lips was a silent testament to the brutal battle he had just won.Alesia, who had been pacing anxiously in the main room, was the first to see him. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth."You're… you're hurt!" she cried out, her usual playful, flirty tone having vanished without a trace, replaced by a raw, unconcealed panic.Mireya, who had been examining some data at a table, immediately shot up from her chair and rushed to his side. Her reaction was more controlled, but the worry in her eyes was just as deep. "Ray! What happened? Were you successful?"Rayden only managed a weak nod, too exhausted to explain. He limped toward a stone sofa and collapsed onto it,

"Rayden Kalesvara, I know you can hear me! Come out, you coward! Face me like a man!"Gavin Bramasta's once-immaculate clothes were now tattered and stained, his well-groomed hair was a chaotic mess, and his eyes burned red like the embers of hell. He was no longer the proud, genius heir of the Bramasta family. He was a ghost returned from the grave, a wild beast that had lost everything and now had only one thing left: hatred.A wild and destructive spiritual energy swirled around him, causing the marble ground beneath his feet to crack and emit thin wisps of smoke. He lifted his head to the night sky and roared, his hoarse and agonized voice echoing throughout the city.On the rooftops surrounding the square, dozens of pairs of eyes watched in silence. The leaders of the small families who had just bent the knee to Rayden, the spies from the Altair family wanting to see the final outcome of this chaos, and several envoys from the Cultivator's Council assigned to observe. They were a