The Legendary Cultivator Novels & Stories

I woke up in the middle of the night and began cultivating my internal energy, drawing upon the memories stored in this body. According to the knowledge of the previous owner, cultivators are highly esteemed in this era. A single cultivator can defeat ten or more martial artists based on the strength accumulated through their internal energy. In my previous life, the organization I was part of researched similar techniques, but they yielded no results. Perhaps the pollution in the modern world prevented them from absorbing the earth spirit energy. My mother, who clearly had a significant background, taught me how to cultivate. My father was also involved, but the previous Bellona was sworn t

Watching him advocate so fervently for himself, I lazily raised my eyes and gave him a once-over. "And why exactly should I trust you? Is it your age? Your knack for dangling empty promises in front of employees? Or perhaps your expertise in workplace bullying?" That single glance I gave him wasn't really hurtful. It was just brutally humiliating. Watching him cower meekly, no longer dare to act tough, and still having to shamelessly plead with me felt indescribably satisfying. "I-I just want another chance. I didn't mean anything else by it. I'll make a comeback, I swear."

“But if there was anyone who walked this land that could have done this… then it is most certainly your ancestor.” “Was he that…. awesome?” Chris asked hesitantly. He could hear the awe and admiration in his master’s voice as he talked about his ancestor. “He was a legend…” Chris’s master’s eyes sparkled with admiration as he thought back to his yesteryears. “He was known as the blue-eyed dragon emperor in the cultivation world.” “Did he ascend?” Chris asked curiously. “You are only one step away… would you?” Chris’s master asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His face crumpled with dawning comprehension, “This thing... Could it be..." The Clay Bodhisattva nodded. "I used to practice martial arts when I was little, but I was not very talented enough to be offered a place in a big sect or school nor did I manage to receive any guidance from any renowned mentor. So I became an independent Cultivator. Somehow, Chance saw fit to place this relic on my shoulders. Since then, I have been keeping this Heavenly Secret Design inside of me. That gave me the gift of foresight, allowing me to perceive events of the future and the past.

Death was far too common to make such promises. “Miss Luna,” they whispered, getting her attention. “I have something to give you.” They touched a leaf from the vines hanging off their head. Instantly, the leaf curled itself around their wooden finger. With a light pull, the leaf came off and dried itself, still in a perfect ring. They held it out in their open palm to her. Hesitantly, Claire reached out and picked up the leaf. Confused, she looked back at the dryad, who wore a soft expression. “If you wish to get in contact with me, burn the ring beginning at the petiole.” Claire nodded, pocketing the gift carefully. “Good luck, Miss Luna.”

she said, and it makes me wanted to plucker her eyes out. She laughs evilly. I look behind the trees and saw rogues. They are the rogues that wanted to take over my throne and rules. “What do you want!” I ask and growls. “Woah, I wanted your souls.” My eyes widen. Is she a soul eater? So the myth is true? The only Legendary Luna can beat a soul eater. I shook my head. Savanah is pregnant, and I will not let her do it. “Why West? You will not let that weakling Luna of yours to fight me?” She smirks.

With courage and boldness, Robert mallow shouted with the bottom of his voice. "Help us O lord from this difficulties, oh the ancestors grant us the supernatural power" Robert mallow dow down in tears and all the Bingle soldiers do the same. Suddenly, the haven changes and a very big shadow appears in the sky. The shadow was so bright that no one could raise their head to view. Only the legend of the jungle raised his head and disappeared in the battlefield. Few minutes later, Robert mallow appears with a thunder in his eyes and an axe in his hand, everyone bowing down for him and hailing him a legend of the jungle……..

Allowing Ren to stab their arms as well. A few knowing cultivators looked on with bated breath. Feeling the disease leave out was a godsend. Seeing it actually gather visually was sickening. All around, dark purple mist left the ground. "He is a Devil cultivator." One person said. "No wonder he wanted something in return." "Hey! Not all devil cultivators are greedy!" A man said. "You bastards charge as well." The previous cultivator just scratched his head with his free hand ashamed. "Bah, you should head back west with that thinking. The east is not for you."

In seclusion, cultivation realms improved at godly speed, and it was a matter of years for those with talent to free their pineal glands. But now, there was barely one in a billion cultivators who could free their pineal gland in comparison, which in cultivator terms were toddlers who had yet to attend preschool. It was only by reaching the Foundation realm that one could formally count as a cultivator—or attending preschool, in cultivator terms. And that was so difficult now that even Fleur couldn't achieve that for four hundred years, and she wouldn't have lasted three hundred years if not for the Eternal Pill. That was the same for Marcius Stark.

The intensity in his amber eyes was so sharp it made the air around him seem to vibrate. "A key?" he asked, his voice low and controlled once more. "A key to what?" The Elder took a deep breath, as if about to tell a forbidden, sacred secret. His gaze became distant, looking past the stone walls of the base, toward the dawn of time itself. "This is the oldest legend in the world of cultivation," he said, his voice now holding the reverent tone of a historian. "The legend of the first Primordial cultivator. Not merely the strongest, but an existence who created the very laws of cultivation itself. Every technique we use, every understanding we have of the Dantian and meridians, it all origina