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
“This humble girl is eighteen years old, standing five foot five. I am a wandering heroine dreaming of finding a fellow Cultivator to be my husband.”
“A mature female Cultivator, age thirty, perhaps past her prime, but seeking a stable male cultivator to share the rest of my years with.”
“A delicate female cultivator is here; I long to be under the protection of a dominant and powerful cultivator.”
“The rumors say cultivators possess incredible power. Being a traditional lady, I am determined to find a man I can stand behind.”
“Big brother cultivator, I have been in trade for many years and have amassed great family wealth. I pray for a marriage blessed with many children.”
These voices rang out in front of the Hundred Flowers Tower within Misty Cloud City.
Stationed upon the second floor, a crowd of beautiful women wore radiant smiles. They cast seductive glances at the passing cultivators, causing many who had just begun their journey of Cultivation to steal frequent, lingering looks.
This was a world belonging to cultivators.
Once you step into the realm of Cultivation, you are no longer a mere mortal but an immortal among men, capable of reaching the heavens in a single leap. Even a common cultivator can enjoy a lifespan of centuries and accumulate vast riches.
Becoming a cultivator essentially grants one the status to choose any partner, drawing mortal women to them like moths fluttering toward a flame.
“Hmph, these enchanting vixens... do they really think they can disrupt my spiritual focus?!”
“Do these ordinary mortal women actually believe they can climb so far above their station?”
“Exactly. We cultivators, blessed with sacred roots, must dedicate ourselves to the path of immortality. How could we waste time on such trivial matters?”
“With no woman to distract our hearts, the path of Cultivation becomes much smoother.”
Many passing male cultivators gritted their teeth, forcibly suppressing their racing hearts as they hurried away from the Hundred Flowers Tower. They feared falling into the traps of these femme fatales, which would surely ruin their progress on the Dao.
If they succumbed, they would undoubtedly end up under the thumbs of these women.
“So, this is the world of cultivation.”
Watching this scene from a short distance, an eighteen-year-old youth stared with a complex expression. Everything before his eyes felt incredibly foreign and new.
His name was Zhou Sui, and he was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he lived a comfortable, standard existence as a homebody with his own house and car. However, during a hiking excursion, he accidentally tumbled off a cliff.
Consequently, he found himself reborn into this Cultivation world, inhabiting the body of an eighteen-year-old boy who shared his name.
Tragically, the previous owner’s parents—both cultivators at the Late Qi Cultivation stage—had perished during an adventure, leaving the boy completely isolated in this world.
Furthermore, his talent was mediocre; he possessed only a Ninth Grade Spirit Root, and his current strength was stuck at the first layer of Qi Cultivation.
Surviving in Misty Cloud City, a sanctuary for Loose Cultivators, was no simple feat.
This was a lawless realm where the strong preyed on the weak. Without strength, one’s life could be snuffed out at any moment with no hope of rescue.
Fortunately, his parents had purchased a residence in Misty Cloud City before their passing, giving him a roof over his head. Without it, a cultivator of his low level would surely have been cast out of the city to face homelessness.
Thus, even while observing these alluring women, he lacked the luxury of their company, as he barely had enough food to fill his belly at home.
With these thoughts in mind, Zhou Sui increased his pace, quickly distancing himself from the Hundred Flowers Tower to head home.
“Ah, my dear nephew, you’ve returned. Have you considered the matter we spoke of? What do you think of my suggestion?”
A middle-aged man with sharp features approached Zhou Sui, wearing a wide grin.
“Uncle Liu, let it go. This house is my parents’ legacy, and I have no intention of selling it.”
Zhou Sui recognized him instantly. This was Liu Dong, a man who had been a longtime associate of his parents.
However, Liu Dong’s demeanor had shifted following the death of Zhou Sui’s parents. He had been trying to coerce Zhou Sui into selling the property, claiming he could use the proceeds to bribe a manager at the Immortal Mist Sect to accept Zhou as an outer disciple.
The Immortal Mist Sect was the absolute ruler of the surrounding ten thousand li, led by a powerful Golden Core Elder. If Zhou Sui truly became a member—even an outer disciple—his social standing would skyrocket.
But having lived two lives, Zhou Sui saw right through Liu Dong’s scheme. If joining the Immortal Mist Sect were truly that simple, Liu Dong would have secured a spot for himself long ago rather than offering it to Zhou Sui.
The man’s only goal was the house. Once sold, the Spirit Stones would likely end up in Liu Dong’s pocket.
By then, Zhou Sui’s life would be forfeit.
He refused to take the bait.
“Alas, nephew, you really should reconsider. If you miss this chance, it won't come again. Your uncle worked very hard to find this opening for you.”
Liu Dong continued his persistent persuasion. “With your Spirit Root aptitude, if you remain a Loose Cultivator, there is no hope of reaching Foundation Establishment in this life. But within the Immortal Mist Sect, there might be a small chance to truly walk the path of immortality.”
“No, thank you. I have no such grand illusions. I am the sole heir of the Zhou family line, and my duty is to continue our legacy. My parents only wished for me to live in peace. As for my Cultivation, I am happy to let nature take its course.”
Zhou Sui dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
He didn't waste any more words and walked straight into his house.
Truthfully, he wasn't worried about Liu Dong attacking him here. Misty Cloud City had been a bastion for Loose Cultivators for over a century, protected by a powerful Foundation Establishment expert.
The city was filled with cultivators who maintained order. Any violence within the city walls would be detected immediately, and the perpetrator would face certain death.
“You...!”
Liu Dong’s face twisted with uncertainty, but he ultimately refrained from acting. He could only watch with resentment as Zhou Sui shut the door.
“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 cultivator stepped out from the shadows. His face was sinister, radiating the aura of a man who had committed many murders. He was clearly a ruthless individual who killed without hesitation.
“Keep your mouth shut! Do you actually dare to strike inside Misty Cloud City?”
Liu Dong sneered at the suggestion.
“This...”
The murderous cultivator fell silent. In truth, he didn't have the courage to break the city's laws. He valued his own life and still held hope of reaching Foundation Establishment one day.
To throw his life away for the sake of a minor brat would be the height of stupidity.
“He's just a pathetic First Layer Qi Cultivation whelp; what can he possibly do? With a Ninth Grade Spirit Root, he’ll be lucky to reach the Sixth Layer by the time he’s fifty. He’s no threat to us.”
Liu Dong laughed coldly. “We have time. We’ll play the long game. That house is worth thousands of Spirit Stones. If we take it, I might finally break through to the Eighth or even Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation.”
A look of raw ambition flashed in his eyes.
“Hehe, I didn’t realize you were so cold-blooded. Weren't you close with his parents?”
The sinister man chuckled.
“Hmph, we were just acquaintances. Even if we were brothers, so what? On the path to immortality, men abandon their wives and children every day. Compared to that, what I’m doing is nothing.”
Liu Dong brushed the comment aside. “We can't touch him inside the city. We just need to find a way to lure the boy out. Once he’s in the wilderness, we can dispose of him quietly.”
With their plan set, the two men quickly vanished into the crowd.