The Last Cultivator Novels & Stories

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!”

She giggled when she was tickled by their flapping wings against her face. Theo smiled first before answering. Maddie takes away all his stress from ruling even with just her smile. "This is the sanctuary of the novis flam." Maddie turned around and her brows met as she cannot understand the last phrase Theo said. "The what?" Theo pointed to the fountain with his hand and Maddie followed it with her eyes. "The last flame." Maddie nodded before she looked at Theo. "Last? What do you mean by that?" Theo asked her to sit on the nearby bench. The guards are scattered around the place but no one is near them. Somehow they got some privacy which put Maddie at ease. She glanced at the fountain firs

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

"I am what I am, Papa. Tell Don Moretti I'm no longer his concern." I hung up. Damien came to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?" I leaned into him, looking at the tree in the yard. "Yeah. I'm okay." The daisies on the windowsill were long gone, replaced by fresh ones. Every week, he brought new flowers. I thought of the girl who used to follow her sister. The one who always picked up the scraps. She never imagined she'd end up here. Held. Seen. Chosen. Not leftovers. First.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

“You keep saying that like it means something.” “It means survival.” I ripped my arm free. “How?” His eyes stayed forward as we crossed beneath flickering streetlights. “Control is not resisting hunger,” he said. “It’s teaching it when to feed.” My throat tightened. “How long did that take you?” A pause. “Eighty-three years.” The answer hollowed something inside me. Not because it was cruel. Because he said it like weather. Matter-of-fact. Permanent. The cathedral waited beneath the old district like a buried secret.

Before the birthday party even began, Jeannie Collins cast her phone screen onto the large display in the private room. Then she started an anonymous poll in the group chat she shared with all our mutual friends. The question was simple: [Should I stay with my boyfriend to cut the birthday cake tonight, or go with my childhood friend to his movie premiere?] Thirty seconds. The countdown began. The numbers kept climbing. [Childhood friend: 17 votes.] [Boyfriend: 1 vote.] Everyone assumed that one vote was mine. Jeannie leaned back against the couch, glanced at the results, and smiled. "Majority rules." Marvin Snyder immediately slipped the movie tickets into her hand. "Looks like eve

The League of Cultivators had to put in a lot of effort back then, going as far as to steal spiritual energy from the entire universe, their ultimate goal to train the seed. Yukon was also the best place, thanks to the abundance of high-quality spiritual herbs growing around the area. Owing to that, they didn’t bother gathering any average herbs. This was why every herb they found within this trove would be extremely precious. As he thought about it, Alex couldn’t help but scorn. ‘What were those emperors thinking? All of this just to train one person? And he ended up becoming a grade-A douche too.’ In mere moments, Alex had caught up to Pigsy. He ended up on the peak of another mountain.

This was taboo and forbidden legend. “Myth?” Lucen laughed again. “Just because you were too frightened to search for it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” His eyes found Rayden. “The final resting place of the first cultivator, the existence who created the laws of cultivation themselves. A pocket dimension containing pure resources from the dawn of time. Resources enough to allow anyone…” He paused, eyes blazing with limitless ambition. “…to reach the highest realm.” Rayden finally understood. The scale of his enemy’s madness. This was no longer about conquering a clan, a province, or even a world. This was about becoming a god.

After work, I went around to a few watch shops, but everywhere I went, I got the same answer. "It can't be fixed." When I got back to the house where I was staying temporarily, I drew a little sunflower on the back of the marriage application. Samson taught me how to draw it when I was a kid. But now, once I had drawn ten of these, he would have nothing to do with me anymore. The next day, I still made a point to stop by Mr. Hall's office.