Cultivators In The City Novels & Stories

"Well, in order to curry favor with the birthday celebrant's family, they talk bad about the people around. You can't possibly say that in your former village, there were no people who were like those?" Ritian grimaced when he reminisced about his past. "People don't vary at all. At a certain neighborhood, there will always be nosy ones, the violent ones, the quiet people and the genuine although their number of the latter is extremely small. All places are like that, no matter if we live near the city or not." Gino rub his nose with his eyes unbelieving. "I think people in the city were all cultured and literate. Those who live in remote places don't know about 'not minding anyone's busines

"Damn! That was the most delicious food that I had ever eaten!" Calyx exclaimed while rubbing his tummy. He looked at Soheila and the six birds. "Thank you for the food!" "I agree with you, my nephew." Uncle Dominic stood up and patted Calyx's head. "It's been years since I ate food. I've been focusing on cultivating." Soheila wiped her mouth with the tissue. "Well, cultivators don't feel any hunger when they reach a certain level. Eating food is already common to us. We often cook for us to eat."

Paul casually asked, not really understanding his sister. “The old monk bonded the spirit to me, and when I began to cultivate….” Koran began to explain. “Wait. Cultivate? What is that?” Paul asked. “You haven’t kept up with the news?” Nancy asked. “It’s been on social media, and everyone should know that there are cultivators in the world, people who are stronger than your average person.” “Sorry, but I don’t own a phone,” Paul said with embarrassment. “Here, this went viral earlier,” Nancy said and showed Paul on her phone the videos of the fantastic things some of the cultivators were doing throughout the world.

He has heard of cultivators, to him, they are the people he dare not offend, he wanted to slap himself for landing in the devil's net in name of little profit. He has to swallow his dissatisfaction, and made the arrangement, the next day, he went to Miles's residence with Special forces. The Special forces are cultivators recognized by the government to be responsible for cultivators all over the country. The three cultivators walking behind Lloyd looked extremely righteous but received a lot of money before coming here. One of them frowned, “this isn't right, something is wrong” he muttered. The others nodded too, “you are right, I feel like we are walking into a trap”

Although most of them came from poor families in small human villages within the Desolate North, they had been educated enough by their parents and seniors to know what being a ‘cultivator’ meant. Cultivators are revered and respected! Cultivators are the strongest humans! Cultivators are the blades and protectors of humankind! “Senior Immortal,” one of the girls shouted, her eyes shining with fanaticism. “Thank you for saving us!” The middle-aged man with white brows turned to her with a grin. “I am named Chu Jiu. You can call me Big Brother Jiu! ” “Waah! Thank you, Big Brother Jiu!”

Others handled the physical labor. A villager responsible for the dogs, Edmund Willowford, walked over and struck up a conversation. "Uncle, with the cold this bad, do you think everyone in the city froze to death?" Adrian slipped his hands into his sleeves and snorted. "Those city folk can't even grow crops. They live off what we farmers produce. Now they probably can't get a full meal. I'd say most of them are already dead." Edmund nodded, looking relieved. "Good thing we're rural folks. No matter how bad the weather gets, we've got grain at home and strength in our arms. We won't starve."

"Bernardo, life in the city can be a source of growth and constant learning. It challenges us to expand our horizons and embrace diversity. The freedom of choice and the variety of experiences are aspects that I admire in urban life." Bernardo listened attentively, absorbing my words. "Giulia, you bring a unique perspective to the farm. It is fascinating to hear about the freedom and diversity that the city offers. Each experience shapes us and helps us to grow, whether in the simplicity here or in the complexity of the city." As our conversations deepened, we both began to realize that our perspectives were not mutually exclusive, but complementary. We learned to appreciate the beauties and

Rayden said softly, his gaze returning to the monitor displaying Gavin's face, "A forest must be burned to the ground so that new, stronger trees can grow in its place." As Gavin commanded, a massive city-wide lockdown began. Bramasta cultivators, their faces cold and their auras oppressive, spread through every district. They installed spiritual sensors at every gate and major intersection, creating an invisible net that made the entire city feel like a prison. Ordinary citizens felt the tension in the air, while lower-level cultivators chose to stay indoors, unwilling to be swept up in the raging storm between giants. But as Gavin turned the city into a cage to trap him, Rayden did the exa

"This, there couldn't be ghosts here, right? Maybe you saw it wrong?" "There were so many people in the city back then, there just weren't any of those supernatural things." The office worker shook his head, "I couldn't have seen it wrong, I just got on the bus, almost got choked by an old lady, it was that boss..." At this point, he paused and said firmly, "That guy probably wasn't a cultivator, didn't have the vibe. Are cultivators making that much money now? Wearing a seven-figure watch? Custom suit from France? Even looks like a celebrity."

Making sure cities and surrounding towns were protected, supplied and provided with whatever else they needed. Towns outside city borders were necessary for farming and agriculture, without them the cities would starve. The number of hunters has grown exponentially since the first rising. By that time we had already lost two cities to the waves of creatures. With only five very young and inexperienced hunters, another two cities fell quickly.