Parasite Breeding Longveity Path: Starting from breeding the love Obsession parasite Chapter 1 - 1: This is the Cultivation World_1
Chapter 1: The World of Cultivation
“I am an eighteen-year-old maiden, standing 165cm tall. As a wandering female hero, I seek a fellow Cultivator to be my husband.”
“A mature female Cultivator, age thirty, perhaps slightly past her prime, seeks a dependable male cultivator to share the rest of her life with.”
“A gentle female cultivator is looking for a powerful master to provide guidance and dominance.”
“They say cultivators possess incredible power. Being a traditional young lady, I am determined to find a man to support and follow.”
“Big brother cultivator, I have managed a business for years and hold significant family wealth. My only prayer is for many children.”
These voices echoed in front of the Hundred Flowers Tower within Misty Cloud City.
A group of stunning women stood on the second floor, their smiles radiant as they cast seductive glances at the passing men. Many who had just begun their journey of cultivation found themselves unable to resist stealing glances back at them.
This was the reality of the cultivation world.
By becoming a cultivator, one essentially became a god among mortals, capable of reaching the heavens in a single leap. Even the most mediocre cultivator could enjoy a lifespan of centuries and accumulate vast riches.
It was common knowledge that stepping into the world of cultivation granted a man the pick of any partner, drawing mortal women to them like moths to a flame.
“Hmph, these temptresses! Do they think they can shatter my spiritual focus?!”
“Do these mere mortals truly believe they can date above their station?”
“Indeed, as cultivators blessed with sacred roots, our only goal should be the path of immortality. Why would we waste time on such distractions?”
“With no women to cloud our hearts, the path of cultivation becomes much smoother.”
Many passing male cultivators ground their teeth, forcing their racing hearts to calm as they hurried away from the Hundred Flowers Tower. They were terrified of being ensnared by these femme fatales, fearing such a distraction would ruin their progress.
Once their resolve crumbled, they would fall completely into the hands of these women.
“So, this is the world of cultivation.”
Watching from a distance, an eighteen-year-old youth observed the scene with a complicated expression. To his eyes, everything felt surreal and new.
His name was Zhou Sui, and he was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had lived a comfortable, standard life as a homebody with his own house and car. However, during a hiking trip, he had accidentally tumbled off a cliff.
Consequently, he found himself awakened in this world of cultivation, inhabiting the body of a teenager who shared his name.
The tragedy of his situation was that his predecessor’s parents, though they were Late Qi Cultivation stage experts, had perished during an expedition, leaving him completely isolated.
Furthermore, his talent was mediocre at best; he possessed only a Ninth Grade Spirit Root, and his progress was stalled at the first layer of Qi cultivation.
Surviving in Misty Cloud City, a sanctuary for Loose Cultivators, was no simple feat.
This was a ruthless world where the law of the jungle prevailed. Without strength, one’s life could be snuffed out at any moment with no hope of rescue.
He was fortunate that his parents had purchased a residence in the city before they passed away, giving him a roof over his head. Without it, his low cultivation level would have seen him evicted and left homeless outside the city walls.
Even though he gazed upon the beautiful women, he lacked the resources to enjoy such company, as he barely had enough food to fill his stomach.
With a heavy sigh, Zhou Sui increased his pace, leaving the Hundred Flowers Tower behind as he hurried back to his home.
“Ah, my dear nephew, you’ve returned! Have you reconsidered the matter we spoke about? What is your decision?”
A middle-aged man with sharp features approached Zhou Sui, wearing a thin grin.
“Uncle Liu, let it go. This house is my parents' legacy, and I have no intention of selling it.”
Zhou Sui recognized him immediately. This was Liu Dong, a man who claimed to be a long-time friend of his parents.
However, since the death of Zhou Sui's parents, Liu Dong’s true colors had emerged. He had been relentlessly trying to convince Zhou Sui to sell the property, promising to use the funds to bribe an Elder of the Immortal Mist Sect to take Zhou in as an outer disciple.
The Immortal Mist Sect reigned supreme over the surrounding ten thousand li, led by a powerful Golden Core cultivator. To become even an outer disciple would be a massive leap in social standing.
Yet, having lived two lives, Zhou Sui saw right through the scheme. If entering the Immortal Mist Sect were truly that simple, Liu Dong would have secured a spot for himself long ago rather than offering it to a neighbor.
Liu Dong’s only goal was the house. Once sold, the Spirit Stones would undoubtedly end up in Liu Dong’s pockets, leaving Zhou Sui with nothing.
He refused to take the bait.
“Alas, nephew, you should think carefully. If you miss this chance, it won't come again. Your uncle worked very hard to find this opportunity for you.”
Liu Dong continued his persuasion, “With your Spiritual Root Aptitude, if you try to cultivate alone, you will never reach Foundation Establishment in this life. But within the Immortal Mist Sect, there might be a small hope for your path to immortality.”
“No, thank you. I have no illusions about immortality. I am the last of the Zhou line, and it is my duty to carry on the family name. My parents only wished for me to live in peace. As for my cultivation, I will let fate decide.”
Zhou Sui dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
He didn't bother saying more and walked straight into his house.
Truthfully, he wasn't overly worried about Liu Dong attacking him. Misty Cloud City had stood as a bastion for Loose Cultivators for over a century, protected by a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The city was filled with cultivators who maintained order. Any violence within the city limits would be detected instantly, and the perpetrator would face a swift death sentence.
“You...!”
Liu Dong’s face twisted with frustration, but he didn't dare move. He could only glare as the door closed behind Zhou Sui.
“Tsk, Liu Dong. It looks like your nephew doesn't trust you at all. Do you want me to handle him?”
A second middle-aged man stepped out from the shadows. His face was marked by a sinister aura, clearly a man who had spilled much blood in his time.
“Quiet! Do you actually dare to make a move inside Misty Cloud City?”
Liu Dong snapped, his voice cold.
“Well...”
The scarred cultivator fell silent. In truth, he feared the city's laws. He had no desire to throw away his life when he still had a chance at reaching Foundation Establishment.
Risking everything to kill a minor brat was a gamble he wasn't foolish enough to take.
“He is just a weakling at the First Stage of Qi Cultivation. What can he possibly do? With a Ninth Grade Spiritual Root, he’ll be lucky to reach the Sixth Layer by the time he’s fifty. He isn't a threat.”
Liu Dong gave a mocking laugh, “We can afford to be patient. We’ll play the long game. That house is worth thousands of Spirit Stones. With that wealth, I could reach the Eighth or even Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation.”
Greed flashed in his eyes.
“Hehe, I never realized you were so cold-blooded. Weren't you his parents' friend?”
The sinister man laughed.
“Friend? We were merely acquaintances. And even if we were friends, what of it? For the sake of the path to immortality, men have abandoned their own wives and children. My actions are nothing compared to that.”
Liu Dong sneered, “Since we can't touch him inside the city, we just need a reason to lure him out. Once he steps outside Misty Cloud City, we can dispose of him quietly.”
With their dark plan set, the two men quickly vanished into the crowd.