The Last Cultivator Novels & Stories

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

"Take your money and get out!" With everyone staring, all smug and smugger, I got down and picked up the checks. In the bathroom, my phone buzzed. Mr. Crevan: [Ms. Alden, your burial plot has been secured. Any special requests for the funeral?] I stared at the screen, then typed: [Tulips. I want tulips planted everywhere.] I used to love tulips. Hemi once spent a whole year learning to grow them. Turned our tiny garden into a sea of color—just for me.

Without its leader, the company was a goner. Janet? She took off with what was left of Walter's cash. The next time I saw him was at our big reveal for the lab's latest invention. I was on stage, hyping up our new gadget. When I wrapped up, I caught a glimpse of Walter outside, sweeping the hotel hallways. Our eyes locked, and he stepped back. Just like that, he was gone. I smiled to myself and headed over to James and my parents, who were waiting for me.

I would then travel to different packs to finish off my training and come back to take over. While I would be gone, I would have to trust Max and Liz to keep watching her. They wouldn't be leaving since they wouldn't be taking over their roles until later. My position was in a rush because of my dad's decline in heath. I had to put my trust in my best friends to keep this a secret. They knew so little that I couldn't harm them with any more information. How could my father do this? How could he kill innocent people for finding their mates? How could he just dispose of his other child? I wonder if I should look for him? That would have to wait until later, once I have secured my spot as Alpha

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.

the old man said with apparent concern. Kiran was shocked to learn Dessler was a cultivator. "Why is Dessler a cultivator?" "Because his family has cultivation techniques. He's been a cultivator since childhood," the old man explained. "Can you guide me on how to counter his techniques?" Kiran asked humbly, remembering Lady Meiji's advice. "I can't guide you, but I can tell you the name of his cultivation technique," the old man said. "That would be great. Thank you, sir."

By the time I realized I was chasing ghosts, I had been away for far too long. Returning to my home turf, my heart was heavy with anticipation and trepidation. Memories of my family torn apart, still fueled my every step, but what awaited me was a land I no longer recognized, scarred by the scourge of poverty, the once vibrant fields that danced with barley under the sun, now lay barren, their fertile soil chocked by neglect.

They almost became fools. At this moment, the cultivator who sent the pig's trotter suddenly gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground with a thud. He looked at Caspian and said, "I admit defeat! How about letting this matter go?" Caspian sneered. "Then I have to thank you for not killing me?" Then Caspian raised his hand and cut the cultivator in half. The cultivator who sent the pig's trotter was still stunned before she died.

She didn't expect there was another side behind all that. Amelia waved her hand and said, "It's not that bad. You heard about the pandemic a while ago, right? It was man-made. Who knows, maybe next time they'll make a move from Environmental Energy, Formation, or cultivation methods." "There was an old cultivator in our Norfolk, that Maverick. Just think about why he was called the old cultivator, he must have been really good, right? So, I wanted you to go look for clues, since when cultivators meet, their aura can't really be hidden."

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.