Cultivate Wizard novel Chapter 1

Mount Stokeris had steep and towering cliffs with ancient trees reaching toward the sky.

An isolated monastery stood alone amidst the clouds at the summit of the mountain.

Two people were standing in front of the monastery gates, an elder and a youth.

“Finneas, a decade has passed, and you've become invincible in the ordinary world. It's time for you to descend the mountain.”

The voice of Melvin Frye, the elder, carried the weight of time.

“Just say it if you want to hit me.”

Finneas Lamorde looked at the old man with eyes full of resentment.

Melvin fell silent for a moment before he said, “Actually, my actions were for your own good!”

“Hah!”

Upon hearing those words, Finneas let out a cold scoff but didn't respond.

Suddenly, Melvin asked, “Finneas, do you despise me?”

“I used to really hate you!”

“And what about now?”

“It doesn't matter anymore. Ten years have passed, so there's no point in bringing this up.”

“You're right in that it's pointless! After all, how many decades does a person have in their lifetime... Time is as ruthless as a blade, cutting down even the most arrogant. Despite my strength, I still couldn't leap across to that unreachable shore.”

The old man let out a sigh.

With great effort, he lifted his gaze, staring into the distant sky.

At this very moment, the sun was setting in the west, marking the arrival of dusk.

The evening glow intertwined with the layers of clouds, its lingering light falling upon the vast forest and reflecting a breathtakingly beautiful sheen.

“The setting sun is beautiful, but alas, it is fleeting.” With a sigh, Melvin continued, “Finneas, could you call me 'Master Frye?'“

Finneas lowered his head, the corners of his mouth still carrying the same unchanged cold smirk.

Melvin seemed accustomed to it, continuing to speak to himself as usual.

“Finneas, what do you think the Immortal Realm is like?”

“Finneas, I'm craving dumplings.”

“Finneas, my tooth aches...”

The scene gradually quieted down.

Whoosh!

The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it a touch of coolness.

After quite a while of silence, Finneas sensed something was amiss and looked up at Melvin.

To his surprise, he found that the old man had closed his eyes at some point and was currently devoid of any signs of life.

Upon witnessing this scene, Finneas stepped forward and roughly hoisted Melvin's corpse up.

His voice was cold as he said, “Aren't you just trying to trick me into going down the mountain so you can find an excuse to beat me up? Why would you go to such absurd lengths as to feign death?”

However, no matter what Finneas said, Melvin no longer showed any response.

His complexion was gradually turning purple, and his body temperature was slowly cooling down.

His frame had withered away to less than forty kilograms, a stark contrast to his once ethereal and majestic demeanor.

Memories began to slowly surface in Finneas' mind.

Ten years ago, he was merely twenty-two when he graduated from university.

To fulfill his promise to his girlfriend, he journeyed alone by car to Yiefmery to meet her parents at their home.

Unexpectedly, during the journey, he encountered an enigmatic old man.

The elder mentioned that Finneas had a natural spiritual constitution and was a promising seedling for cultivation.

Despite Finneas' objections, Melvin forcibly brought him into this scarcely populated mountain.

Just like that, a whole decade passed!

Over the span of those ten years, Melvin subjected him to the most rigorous training known to mankind.

Every day, before dawn, he had to get up to train.

At seven, he practiced his punches.

At ten, he practiced his kicks.

At twelve, he practiced his swordsmanship.

At two in the afternoon, he practiced the Eyes of Aether.

At six in the afternoon, he practiced his arrays.

At nine in the evening, he focused on medicine.

After midnight, he began to meditate.

Day after day, year after year.

If there had been a cultivator present at that moment, they would have undoubtedly been utterly astounded.

It was hard to believe that in this modern era, someone could actually fly on a sword!

Half an hour later, Finneas returned to the hometown of his memories at last.

His hometown was located on the outskirts of Jacaster in Jussipi.

The home he couldn't stop thinking about was nothing more than a modest, single-story house.

In front of the single-story house was a small pond, with willow trees swaying gently by its side.

“So... nothing has changed, after all!”

Observing the familiar scene before him, Finneas' eyes ultimately welled up with tears.

A decade had passed since he was abducted, and now he was finally returning to his home.

Even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, on the verge of tears.

Back when he had been in the mountain, there had been countless days and nights when he would dream of such a scene...

Of swimming in the pond as a child, or the hustle and bustle of the streets, or even of all his friends and family.

“After disappearing without a trace for ten years, I suppose Mom and Dad must have thought I was dead, right?”

“And little Alyssa... When I left, she was only nine years old. I don't even know if she's in university now!”

“The old man claimed that the path to immortality lies in cultivation and requires one to sever all earthly ties. But if that means cutting off those dearest to us, what then is the purpose of cultivation?”

Finneas let out a long sigh, steadying his chaotic emotions.

Wasn't this the moment he had been waiting for all these years?

At that moment, a cry of fear suddenly echoed from within the single-story house.

“I was wrong! I don't want the relocation compensation anymore! I was wrong, I understand my mistake now!”

“Please... No... No!”

Smack! “Behave yourself!”

Upon hearing this, Finneas' expression changed abruptly.

Is that Lyssie? Is she being assaulted?

“D*mn it!”

Finneas' expression was bone-chillingly cold.

His body seemed to teleport as he rushed toward the single-story house's gates!