Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 182 Expansion

Seeing Luis accept the flying sword, Yang Linyuan stroked his beard with a satisfied smile. "This flying sword has no name yet. Fellow Daoist Luis, why not give it one?"

Luis glanced at the blade, its radiant rainbow light shimmering under the reflection of Linghu Lake's waters. After a moment's thought, he said, "With its colorful glow, why not call it the Rainbow Sword?"

"Rainbow Sword! A splendid name!" Yang Linyuan nodded in approval.

With the gifts from the Yang family graciously accepted, the atmosphere shifted entirely. The earlier tension had dissipated, leaving behind a sense of camaraderie.

As the conversation continued, Luis shared his experiences on Lotus Island and detailed the Qianyuan Sword Sect's response to recent events.

The weight of his words hung in the air.

Though Yang Linyuan was aware of the Zhao family's misfortunes, he hadn't realized the gravity of the situation. Learning that the Qianyuan Sword Sect was involved left him and his granddaughter speechless.

For a long while, the group sat in stunned silence, processing the implications.

Eventually, Yang Linyuan sighed deeply. "These are troubled times," he murmured, his tone tinged with melancholy.

His words carried a somber truth. The fall of the Zhao family, once a prominent lineage in Guang'an Prefecture, was a stark reminder of the region's instability.

Although the Yang family was stronger than the Zhao family, Yang Linyuan couldn't help but feel a growing sense of vulnerability. Without a Golden Core cultivator to defend them, their position was precarious. Even with careful planning and strategy, their survival would be uncertain if they faced a similar threat.

This realization weighed heavily on both Yang Linyuan and his granddaughter. A sense of urgency settled over them, a silent warning of the importance of strengthening their family.

Oliver, standing nearby, also frowned, his thoughts mirroring their concerns.

Yang Linyuan reflected grimly. When true danger arose, no amount of strategy or alliances could compare to the security of sheer power. Discover exclusive tales on empire

Unlike his Yang family, the Zhou family, with their formidable strength, would undoubtedly remain steady and unshaken.

At the very least, the Zhou family wouldn't fear zombies, even those at the peak of the Foundation Building Realm.

To be honest, these zombies could only challenge Zhou Mubai by relying on their formation's advantage. In a normal one-on-one confrontation, they wouldn't stand a chance against him.

How could the Zhou family fear such opponents?

After all, in this world, strength is everything.

Once the uncle and nephew of the Hartmann family said their goodbyes, Yang Linyuan stood silently in the pavilion, watching them leave. He remained there for a long time, lost in thought.

"Grandfather," Yang Gongwan broke the silence.

"Hm?"

"I want to break through to the Late Foundation Building Stage," she said, her gaze resolute.

Hearing this, Yang Linyuan's expression softened. He whispered, "You've decided not to wait any longer?"

Yang Gongwan shook her head. "No, there's no need to wait. With my water-based spirit body and the water-attributed techniques I've cultivated, my true essence is stronger than most at the same level, even if it's not as refined as sword-tempered essence.

But more importantly..." Her voice wavered slightly before firming again. "I don't want the Yang family to be helpless when faced with such dangers. I don't want to stand by and watch you, Grandfather, fight to the death alone."

"Ah, my good girl," Yang Linyuan murmured, his tone heavy with emotion. "It is the family that has held you back."

Yang Gongwan smiled softly and shook her head.

Above them, a streak of light flashed across the sky.

Riding the beam of light was a flying sword with a blade about ten feet long. On it stood Oliver and Luis, side by side.

For a while, neither spoke.

Finally, Oliver broke the silence. "I didn't expect things to escalate like this."

"Yes," Luis agreed, nodding grimly. "Millions of Zhao family members wiped out in a single day. God Killer Shen Jue is far more ruthless and cruel than the rumors suggest. And yet, there are still naïve cultivators who call him a hero."

He shook his head as he spoke, his expression a mix of disappointment and disbelief.

Anyone who carefully examines the actions of God Killer Shen Jue would undoubtedly sneer at the myths surrounding him.

Though his strength far surpassed cultivators of the same level, Shen Jue was nothing more than a blight on Cangzhou and several neighboring states.

He didn't burn, kill, and loot the major immortal cultivation families to address the imbalance of resources between independent cultivators and family cultivators, as some claimed. He did it purely for his own gain.

The secret technique of spiritual consciousness that Shen Jue practiced required an enormous supply of elixirs to restore his spiritual energy. This was the real reason behind his rampages—not any sense of justice or solidarity.

Despite later rumors portraying Shen Jue as a hero of the independent cultivators, standing up for their cause and even inspiring the Qianyuan Sword Sect to attack the Izumo Kingdom, such claims were baseless.

While Qianyuan Sword Sect's assault on Chuyun Kingdom may have had elements of redirecting internal conflicts, it had nothing to do with a mere God Killer like Shen Jue. He lacked the influence to prompt such a large-scale operation.

However, the truth about Shen Jue was deliberately obscured by the major cultivation families.

The families that survived the God Killer Rebellion suffered such devastating losses that they were too ashamed to share their experiences. Silencing the events became the natural course of action.

As a result, independent cultivators, left with no reliable information, resorted to speculation and imagination. Over time, various legends glorifying Shen Jue began to circulate among the populace.

In reality, none of these legends held any truth.

It wasn't until Luis delved into the ancient records of the Hartmann family that he uncovered the real story behind the Shen Jue Rebellion.

After hearing Luis recount the truth, Oliver nodded thoughtfully. His gaze deepened as he remarked, "However, this fight against the zombie tide is both a danger and an opportunity for us."

Hearing this, Luis felt a spark of realization.

He suddenly understood what Uncle Oliver meant by "opportunity."

This time, with Guang'an Prefecture forming a coalition to combat the zombie tide, the demand for magical instruments would undoubtedly skyrocket.

Normally, the environment in Guang'an Prefecture is relatively stable. With the Qianyuan Sword Sect and the Zhou family maintaining order, few would dare to resort to violence within its borders.

In such a peaceful environment, the demand for magical instruments has been significantly reduced. Many independent cultivators refrain from purchasing them—not just because of their cost, but also due to the region's stability.

But now, the situation has changed.

A war is imminent in Guang'an Prefecture.

Let me ask: which cultivator would dare to face these zombies unarmed?

Moreover, the Zhao family—renowned for their expertise in alchemy—has been annihilated. Their family boasted the second-highest number of alchemists in the region, surpassed only by the Zhou family. When it comes to the proportion of alchemists, however, the Zhao family was unrivaled, making them the top alchemy family in Guang'an Prefecture.

With their destruction, nearly half of the prefecture's medicinal market has been left vacant.

This enormous gap in the supply of elixirs will need to be filled by someone.

And who will step up to fill it?

Compared to the magical instrument market, the profits in the elixir market are far more staggering.

While the Hartmann family traditionally had no involvement in alchemy, things have changed. Now, with alchemical expertise being cultivated within the family and a growing pool of trained alchemists, the Hartmanns are in a position to seize this opportunity. By stepping into the medicine market, they could amass enormous wealth and influence.

As this realization dawned, Luis felt his earlier gloom dissipate, replaced by a growing excitement.

In the Ten Thousand Star Sea and even the Main Continent, the rise and fall of major cultivation forces are commonplace.

For Luis, there was no room for sentimentality. He knew his duty: to continue strengthening the Hartmann family so that if they ever faced a similar threat, their unyielding power would deliver a clear message—anyone challenging them had picked the wrong target.

Luis's pace quickened.

In less than half a day, the tranquil silhouette of Hartmann Island came into view.

Seeing the peaceful and undisturbed Hartmann Island, both Luis and Oliver exhaled in relief.

Just as Zhou Mubai had predicted, the zombie tide appeared to be centered around the Zhao family and was gradually spreading outward.

A glance at the map of Guang'an Prefecture revealed that the next likely target of the zombie tide was the Wu family, located just over 10,000 miles from the Zhao family's domain.

For the chaos to reach Hartmann Island, it would first need to bypass the Wu family, the Zhou family, and Lingzhou City—all of which stood in its path.

For now, Hartmann Island remained a relatively safe haven within Guang'an Prefecture.