All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rayden took the leather-bound journal from the safe. Its surface felt cold and fragile in his hands, as if it could crumble to dust at any moment. He glanced at the faint Bramasta family seal still visible on the cover, then turned to Kara, whose face was still pale."What makes him so special?" he asked, his calm voice breaking the stuffy silence of the archive room.Kara took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to speak of a frightening legend. "Grand Elder Arganta," she began, her voice low. "Before he disappeared thirty years ago, he was the most controversial figure in his clan. He was famous for two things."She paused, her eyes fixed on the journal with a mixture of curiosity and fear. "First, his obsession with forbidden arts and ancient knowledge that was better left undisturbed. And second," she continued, "His secret, fierce rivalry with a new rising star of that era. A mysterious man whose power had skyrocketed out of nowhere, whom we know by the name… Brahma Angkar

Rayden didn't answer Lyra. He simply cleared away the last of the rubble, revealing a trapdoor made of heavily rusted black metal, almost fused with the stone floor around it."I have a bad feeling about this," Lyra murmured, her silver eyes narrowing as she felt a faint, cold aura seeping out from the cracks around the door.Rayden placed his hand on the jammed locking mechanism. With a small flow of spiritual energy, he forced the rusted internal bolts to shift. With a painful groan of metal, the door swung open, releasing a gust of stale, cold air.A steep, dark stone staircase lay before them."Wait here," Rayden commanded his team. "Lyra and I will go down."With a small orb of light floating in his palm for illumination, Rayden began to descend the stairs, followed by Lyra moving silently behind him. The air below was heavy and damp, carrying with it a faint yet cloying metallic scent—the smell of long-dried blood and unspeakable suffering.After descending about fifty steps, th

After weeks that felt like an eternity, the strategy room in Rayden's base had transformed. The once-dominant map of Malora had been replaced by stacks of ancient scrolls, flickering data crystals, and hastily written notes. Their hunt felt like searching for a single grain of sand in a vast desert.Just as frustration was about to peak, Lyra emerged from the shadows. Her movements were silent as always, but this time there was a different air of urgency about her. Without a word, she tossed an old, yellowed scroll onto the table in front of Rayden."This is the final shipping manifest from the Bramasta family's secret warehouse from ten years ago," she said, her flat voice sharper than usual. "It's the only record in their entire archive that mentions the name Brahma Angkara."Rayden immediately seized the scroll. His steady hands broke the cracked wax seal. Inside was a long list of high-level spiritual resources—Pure Flame Crystals, Spirit Essence Jade, and dozens of other rare mat

Rayden stared at Kara, the intensity in his eyes sharp and focused. The name—the Spatial Sect—felt ancient and steeped in secrecy. He leaned forward slightly, not wanting to miss a single word."The Spatial Sect?" he asked, his voice low but urgent. "Tell me everything you know."Kara took a deep breath, her clear eyes distant as if she were diving into a deep, dark ocean of memory. Her long-suppressed passion for knowledge had been rekindled. She no longer looked like a recovering patient, but a scholar who had rediscovered her world."Not much is known," she began, her voice soft. "Their history seems to have been deliberately erased from the world's records. All that's left are fragments of legends, cautionary whispers in ancient texts that are considered heretical by most sects."She began to recount what she remembered from the forbidden manuscript her grandfather had once shown her. "They were a group of cultivators from a very ancient era, perhaps even older than the founding o

Alesia slammed her hands on the cold marble balustrade of the balcony. Below, the other masked guests began to leave the auction villa, their muffled laughter and chatter sounding like a cruel mockery."Andreas?! How dare they!" she whispered furiously, her voice trembling with unrestrained anger. She looked at Rayden, her beautiful eyes now flashing with rage. "What do they even want with that ancient scroll? They're not even collectors!"Rayden didn't answer. He just stared toward the now-empty private balcony on the upper floor, the place from where the arrogant bid had come.The journey back to their base in Malora felt long and silent, filled with a thick, heavy tension. The glamour and glitz of the underworld auction now seemed like a bitter memory. As the heavy door of the subterranean base closed behind them, Alesia's frustration finally exploded."We have to get it back!" she exclaimed, pacing the main room. "We'll infiltrate their residence tonight! You can do it, right, Ray