Novel Full Chapter 907 Decennial Storm
Chapter 907 Decennial Storm
While everyone was busy, Hana was relaxing in one of the hot springs, reading a book. It was a man who one day decided to leave his wife and family behind to go on a century-long adventure, or what he deemed as a ‘Death March’. As a mortal man who lived off of nothing but Frostworm Silk, jumping from village to village, place to place simply to survive, he was tired of being at the whims of the powerful.
So, he chose to spend 100 years wandering. Either he’d become powerful enough to hold his head up high, or he’d die trying.
The story showed his early struggles and how many times he almost died from trivial things. The man knew next to nothing about cultivation. He could barely qualify as someone in the Body Tempering Realm before he left.
Hana turned the page, her interest piqued by the man’s unwavering resolve and the stark honesty with which his journey was written. The book, titled “The Century Wanderer,” delved deep into the psyche of a man who, despite being average in every conceivable way, possessed an extraordinary determination to transcend his limitations.
As she read on, the story unfolded the myriad hardships the Wanderer faced. He encountered bandits, fierce beasts, and even the harshness of nature itself. Each challenge was a lesson, each failure a stepping stone. What the Wanderer lacked in knowledge and power, he compensated for with an unyielding will to persevere.
Hana was particularly moved by a chapter where the Wanderer, after nearly losing his life to a venomous serpent, was saved by a reclusive cultivator. This encounter was pivotal; it was his first real introduction to the world of cultivation beyond the superficial understanding he possessed.
The cultivator, seeing the Wanderer’s determination, offered him guidance, not in the form of techniques or spells, but in wisdom. “Cultivation is not just about finding some legendary technique,” he said, “but understanding the world around us and mastering ourselves.”
This piece of advice became the cornerstone of the Wanderer’s journey. He began to see his journey not just as a quest for power but as a path to self-discovery. He learned to listen to the wind, to speak to the rivers, and to dance with the flames. Nature became his teacher, and with each step, he grew, not just in strength but in spirit.
The most compelling part of the book, at least for Hana, was the Wanderer’s approach to cultivation. Without access to prestigious sects or powerful techniques, he cultivated by harmonizing with the elements, by understanding the essence of life. It was a slow process, fraught with trials and errors, but it was genuine.
Decades passed, and the man who once barely qualified as a Body Tempering Realm cultivator had now stepped into realms unheard of by ordinary cultivators. He had no sect, no designated path laid out by ancestors or masters, yet he carved his own way, creating a legacy that would inspire generations.
Towards the end of the book, the Wanderer completed his 100-year journey and returned to the place he once called home.
That is, until a fight between two powerhouses made its way over his village, killing him and everyone else as collateral damage.
“Huh? That’s it?” Hana exclaimed, flipping through the pages, searching for any more words, but that was the last page. “Seriously? That’s how the story ends? No wonder I never see anyone reading! What sort of trashy ending is this?!”
Tossing the book aside, Hana pouted. She understood that this was the nature of the world. Hell, she had seen Mira kill plenty of people merely because they were caught in the crossfire, but the least the author could do was embellish it a bit! Make it interesting!
Sinking down into the hot, bubbling water, she sighed. ‘…When will I get to go on my own hundred-year journey?’
Truthfully, she didn’t like staying with Mira. The woman was too commanding! She made enemies wherever she went! It seemed like they were always on the move!
lightsnοvεl To make things worse, she almost always needed a bodyguard. Was that because of Mira’s enemies? Partially, but it was really to protect her from the woman herself!
Just a fraction of Mira’s power was enough to reduce her to atoms. Who knows when she might just cease to exist?
‘I don’t want to be protected! I don’t want to be dragged around like baggage! I want to go out there and find my own opportunities! To see the world and all it has to offer!’ Her fists unconsciously clenched, only to loosen a moment later, realizing that such a dream was far away. ‘I just… don’t want to look like a kid for the next thousand years or whatever…’
That’s the only reason she hadn’t told Mira to drop her off on the outskirts of the Continent and let her mature for around a decade.
‘Well, that’s not the only reason.’ She thought with a shake of her head. ‘Despite how dangerous and crazy Mira is, she’s an opportunity in and of itself. I can see first-hand how to truly survive in this world. I can slowly train with her, see different techniques, and experience all kinds of things. Things aren’t all that bad.’
Though the negatives of staying with Mira and Dominique were abysmal, the positives were equally as great. There was also the fact that Mira saved her mom, something she’d always be grateful for.
However, she knew that the only reason Mira hadn’t kicked them to the curb was because she was Dominique’s only friend.
‘…I wish there were a way for me to grow up faster.’ She sighed once again before raising her head above the water and climbing out.
After drying off and putting on some clothes, she picked up the book and yelled, “Mom! I’m going to walk around a bit!”
“Okay! Be safe!” Linnea yelled from another part of the courtyard.
As Hana strolled through the resort, her mood began to lift slightly despite the disappointing end to her book. The resort was a peaceful place, with steam rising in gentle plumes from the hot springs, mingling with the fresh, crisp air of the mountains surrounding them. She passed by some of the staff, offering them a smile and a cheerful, “Good morning!” which they returned with equal warmth.
Stopping briefly at the library, Hana slid “The Century Wanderer” back into its rightful place on the shelf. She lingered for a moment, her fingers tracing the spines of other books, wondering if any of them contained stories with more satisfying endings.
Shaking her head, she decided against borrowing another book, at least for now.
As she meandered through the gardens, Hana admired the carefully maintained flora, noting the way the morning dew still clung to the petals of the blooming flowers and the leaves of the trees.
Her peace was short-lived, however, as a group of young cultivators entered the resort. They were hard to miss; eight men and six women, all wearing similar robes that marked them as belonging to a particular sect or group.
Their presence immediately filled the air with a subtle but undeniable tension. At a glance, even someone like Hana could feel the powerful auras they exuded. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy and curiosity. They were clearly young, looking like they were in their twenties but were probably a few decades older than that, yet they exuded confidence and strength she could only dream of.
She found herself inadvertently eavesdropping on their conversation, drawn in by their animated discussion about something called the “Decennial Storm.”
“…it’s supposed to be a massive event,” one of the men said, his eyes alight with excitement. “They say the storm this time will reshape the Northern Continent, uncovering ancient ruins and forbidden grounds.”
“Master said that even he’s thinking about trying his luck this year!” a woman added, her voice tinged with anticipation. “Just imagine, if he’s willing to fight through the storm, what kind of treasures and resources will be revealed? As long as we’re a little lucky, we’ll strike it rich!”
“Fuck! Really? Master’s going to join?! Looks like the competition this time won’t be light, then.”
“Hmph! Just a bunch of peasants looking to kill themselves. Nothing competitive about that.”
“…Right… Anyway, let’s just enjoy our time here as we wait for the storm to come.”
“Do you know when it’ll be here?”
“Nah, but within the next year for sure.”
Hana’s heart raced as she listened. The Decennial sounded like an adventure of epic proportions, the kind of thing she longed for.
But as quickly as her excitement came, it was brought down by the realization of her own limitations. She was no powerful cultivator; she was, as she often felt, little more than dead weight in the grand scheme of things.
Still, the thought lingered in her mind, sparking a flame of expectation. Maybe this was the opportunity she had been waiting for.