All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Inside the communications room that had been specially prepared for her, Alesia Hayes no longer looked like a frightened victim. She sat before a bank of monitors, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. She was a general in her war room, and her weapons were connections and words.She pressed a button on her communicator, and a video call connected. The face of a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, the most influential gossip blogger in the provincial capital, appeared on the screen."Darling, I have an exclusive story for you, guaranteed to be explosive. But of course, this stays between us, yes?" Alesia's voice was sweet as honey, but every word had been weighed with the precision of a master poisoner.The blogger was instantly animated. "Of course, Ale! Tell Auntie everything!""It's just a rumor, of course," Alesia continued with an innocent tone. "I heard there's a super-rich heir in Zoho City who recently accused his celebrity wife of being kidnapped. But,

Alesia burst into Kara's room, her movements full of an energy and cheerfulness that contrasted with the quiet atmosphere within. In her hands was a tray bearing a bowl of warm herbal soup, its aroma instantly filling the space. Her smile bloomed brightly as she saw Kara practicing standing while holding onto the side of the bed."Look who's already on her feet! Well, well, this calls for a celebration!" she exclaimed. She placed the tray on a nearby table and clapped her hands enthusiastically. "But don't overdo it, your face is still pale, darling! Here, sit down and eat first."Shortly after, Mireya followed her in with calmer steps. She was carrying a thick, warm wool blanket. "Ale is right, this is an incredible achievement, Kara," she said with a gentle smile. "But don't push yourself. Your body is still in the recovery phase."For the first time, the three of them were gathered in one room not as patient and caretakers, or as a host and a protected guest. They were gathered as

Holding onto the arm of her chair to support her still-trembling body, Kara managed to stand tall for ten full seconds—an achievement that felt like a miracle. She looked out the window at the streets of Malora City, which now seemed orderly and calm under the evening sky."Look, Rayden," she said, a sincere smile reaching her eyes for the first time. "This city is beginning to find its peace under your control."Rayden, who was standing nearby watching over her, simply gave a slow nod. He carefully helped Kara sit back down. The woman's progress was incredible. Every day, her strength returned bit by bit, and the light of the genius that had been extinguished for so long was beginning to shine once more.After making sure Kara was resting, Rayden walked out of her room. He strode down the corridors of the subterranean base, which had once felt so cold and empty. But now, the place had changed.He passed a room that had been converted into a modern office. Inside, Mireya was in the mi

Rayden let out a soft laugh. It wasn't a warm or amused sound, but a cold, humorless noise that seemed to freeze the air around him. He stared directly into the depths of the Grand Elder's eyes, completely unmoved by the old man's dramatic statement."Victims?" he asked, each syllable pronounced with a sharp edge. "An interesting word, coming from the mouth of a snake that just tried to swallow me whole."The Elder was not deterred by the sarcasm. He sipped his tea with a calm motion, as if they were discussing the weather. "A snake only strikes when it feels its nest is threatened," he countered with irrefutable logic. "And you, young man, are the greatest threat Malora has seen in the last fifty years. My actions were a reaction, not an aggression."He put down his cup. "You are seeing this game all wrong. You think you have come and defeated three petty kings. You are mistaken."Rayden remained silent, one eyebrow slightly raised, inviting the old man to continue."You must underst

"Touching the sky?" Rayden repeated, his amber eyes narrowing with skepticism. He was not one to be swayed by beautiful words. "That's just a poetic metaphor for power."The Grand Elder of the Altair clan shook his head slowly, his expression turning gravely serious. "No, young man. I am speaking literally," he replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "The second property of the Eternal Pulse Crystal is what every true cultivator covets most. It drastically enhances its owner's spiritual sensitivity to an unimaginable degree.""For an ordinary practitioner, the laws of the universe—the Dao—are a thick book written in a language they cannot understand. They need a lifetime just to translate a single page. For a genius, the book might have a few pictures to help. But for the owner of this crystal…"The Elder paused, his eyes glinting. "It is as if the book whispers its secrets directly into their soul.""An ordinary genius might need years to comprehend a single law of the sword," h