All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The room felt utterly silent, filled only by the sound of Rayden's own heart hammering in his chest. The greatest prize in the entire universe. The words echoed in his mind, stirring an almost painful anticipation."The greatest prize?" Rayden asked, his voice hoarse with restrained emotion. "What could possibly be more valuable than the immortality and heavenly comprehension you just described?"The Grand Elder of the Altair clan stared at him intently, his old eyes now shining with a strange light—a mixture of awe, fear, and a long-suppressed ambition. He didn't answer immediately, as if weighing the gravity of the words he was about to speak."A legacy," he finally uttered, a single word that felt incredibly heavy and full of meaning. "Not an ordinary legacy, young man. But a legacy from the very beginning."He took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell the most forbidden of legends, a tale that was the obsession of beings as powerful as Lord Dragon."Long ago, at the dawn of th

The name Lucien Dorne hung in the thick air between them, heavy and laden with hidden meaning. Rayden felt a wave of cold hatred course through his veins. All the tangled threads of his life—the betrayal of his father, the stolen artifacts, the shadow on the night of the massacre—they all led to that one name.That name. The name his father had called his most trusted business partner. The name is engraved on the artifact he had seized from the Bramastas. The name of the shadow he had seen in a stolen memory. All the tangled red threads now converged on that single, cursed name.The Grand Elder of the Altair clan saw the dangerous glint in Rayden's eyes. "Lucien was merely a tool, young man," he said quickly, redirecting the conversation back to the core issue. "To understand why a blade as sharp as him would allow himself to be used, you must understand the immeasurable value of the promised prize. Everything comes back to the crystal, to its function as a key."Rayden managed to sup

"A choice to live with the blood of others on your hands," Rayden hissed, his voice low and vibrating with a burning hatred. The vibration was palpable in the air, thick enough to be felt on the skin. "That is not a choice. That is depravity."The Elder accepted the judgment without protest, as if the words were a lashing he rightfully deserved. He let out a long sigh, a sound laden with a decade of weariness. "Call it what you will, young man. But your judgment will not change what happened."He straightened his posture slightly, his old eyes becoming distant, returning to that dark night ten years ago. "That night, we in the planning council called it—Operation Golden Canary. A poetic name for a filthy task. The plan, on paper, was exceedingly simple."He began to recount the story with the tone of a general recalling a lost battle, full of technical details yet colored by a faint, lingering regret. "We assembled a joint elite team. Thirty of the best men from the shadow units of th

Rayden said nothing in response to the Elder's story. He only murmured softly, more to himself, as if reliving the bitter moment he pushed his sister away and chose a different path."I told her to run."The Elder nodded, his expression grim. "And that action of yours," he admitted, "Created the greatest panic for us in the command room."He painted a picture of the scene behind the curtain that night. It wasn't a picture of cold-blooded killers in control, but of panicked planners whose perfect operation was suddenly falling apart."Lord Dragon's command was absolute—there were to be no living witnesses," the Elder continued, his voice filled with an old fear. "Two children slipping from our grasp wasn't just a problem. It was a catastrophic failure that could have resulted in the annihilation of all of us at Brahma's hand."In the midst of that panic, the Elder admitted, Lucien Dorne showed why he had been chosen to lead. While the others screamed and blamed each other, Lucien remai

A thin, bitter smile touched Rayden's lips as he heard the end of his pursuit's story. It wasn't a smile of victory, but the smile of a man recalling a strange twist of fate. He remembered Master Sena's weathered hand pulling him from the brink of death, his confusion upon waking in a village hidden from the world."Their report wasn't entirely wrong," he said, his voice calm.The Grand Elder of the Altair clan nodded, as if he had expected that answer. "At that time, we didn't know a miracle was waiting for you at the bottom of the ravine. To us in the command room, that report was a bright spot in a chaotic night. We considered you dead."He leaned back, a sigh of relief held for ten years finally escaping his lips. "One problem solved. It was a horrific relief for us. With you dealt with, all remaining resources, all the elite trackers and assassins, could now be focused on a single, final target: your twin sister."The tone of the story shifted. The hunt, which had been divided an