Chapter 154 – A Strange Cultivation Experience – II
Glenn’s cultivation journey was far from ordinary. It had been seven days since he left the hospital and, with the help of books and his maids, located the Valley of the Floating Waterfalls. Seven days since the last comfortable cup of tea, and the deadline for the Tournament of Protection was tightening like a rope about to snap.
It was nighttime.
And what a strange night it was.
The sky in the demon territory wasn’t made of ordinary constellations, but of moving ones—as if the stars were incandescent birds migrating across a liquid sky. The wind was cool, but it whispered with voices that only fell silent when ignored.
Glenn, for his part, was calm, rested, with enough energy to run to the valley if necessary. But he couldn’t.
"Old bones deserve respect, my boy. Set up the tent, my leg’s been tingling since midday."
The words had been spoken by Silas, who now swung like a cursed child in a hammock strung between two gnarled trees, an absurdly satisfied expression on his face.
The hammock looked old, made of vines and lianas, but it surprisingly supported the old demon’s cracked white body, who kept smoking his long cigarette as if it were all part of some grander plan.
The fire crackled softly, sending sparks dancing upward before they vanished into the night air.
Glenn, sitting on a makeshift log, stared at him with a mix of suspicion and resignation.
"You said you were excited to see how I cultivated... and now you want to stop because of your joints?"
Silas grinned, his white teeth contrasting against the fire-darkened skin of his face.