Mystic Cultivator Rise of the Superworld

The Divine-Demon Ledger

Watching the black sedan speed away without even attempting to hide itself, Celestian let out a soft laugh and turned back into the herbal shop.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was not a stranger to him. He had sensed their presence more than once, though they had never confronted him directly. In the past, being exposed so openly before them would have made him cautious. But with Bruce Banner showing up today, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s attention on him was inevitable.

Still, with Iron Man about to make his debut, S.H.I.E.L.D. would soon be far too busy to waste manpower on him.

Back inside, Celestian lowered the steel shutter again. A flash of light flickered and died as he locked the door and headed upstairs.

The entire three-story building was covered with sensory formations. No one could step foot inside without triggering his awareness. He had too many secrets; a single careless intrusion could trigger consequences beyond imagination.

On the second floor, Gan Jing was sitting anxiously on the couch. The moment Celestian came up, she stood, worry etched on her face.

“Celestian, are you alright? Nothing happened, right?”

“I’m fine. What could possibly happen?” He walked over and gently pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry. Just an ordinary patient. Nothing serious.”

“Go rest. I need to cultivate. If things go well, I might break through to the Fusion Stage tomorrow. And when that happens… I won’t let you off as easily as before.”

Her cheeks flushed instantly. Gan Jing had lived with him for years. Expecting a man and woman to share a home this long without crossing the final line was almost absurd—especially in Hollywood of all places. Yet that was their reality. Because of Celestian’s cultivation method, he had to maintain a pure body to advance quickly.

Having a beauty like Gan Jing within arm’s reach yet forbidden to touch—Celestian had endured years of that torment. They had done everything except the last step.

When Gan Jing returned to her room, he exhaled heavily, grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge, drained it, watched TV for a few minutes, then headed to the third floor.

After securing the triple reinforced doors, he clapped his hands lightly and examined the dozens of rare herb planters arranged on the floor. He checked each one, ensuring the foreign environment had not affected them.

Looking up at the reinforced skylight, Celestian flipped his palm. Lines of light crisscrossed across the glass. A heartbeat later, moonlight poured down in torrents—brilliant, concentrated—and yet trapped neatly within the room, without a trace leaking outside.

The moonlight seeped gently into the herbs. Under the glow of the Lunar Essence, each plant looked vibrant, swaying softly as though humming in delight.

Celestian turned toward the east wall, where the statues of the Three Pure Ones stood. He lit three incense sticks, bowed three times, then sat cross-legged before the altar.

With a twist of his hand, the moonlight in the room surged toward the yellow cloth behind the statues—a sheet two feet wide and one foot tall. It behaved like a void, swallowing every drop of lunar energy.

In an instant, the cloth blazed with golden radiance. Along its border, faint patterns appeared—immortals, divine beasts, celestial birds. At the top, three ancient characters glowed:

The Divine-Demon Ledger.

It was the very reason Celestian had arrived in this world—and the golden finger that allowed him to survive here. The Divine-Demon Ledger housed four complete cultivation systems: Daoist, Buddhist, Demonic, and Celestial.

He had no interest whatsoever in Buddhist cultivation; a freedom-loving man like him had no desire to bind himself in ascetic doctrine.

The Demonic system was fast and powerful, but its hidden dangers were immense. Advancing from Post-natal to Pre-natal realms carried a very real risk of Heart-Devil corruption.

As for the Celestial system, the Ledger recommended it most strongly—easy to learn, rapid to progress, and boundlessly powerful. But Celestian had no intention of becoming a pawn in some cosmic scheme. He had heard enough tales of heavenly “rewards” that came with shackles. In the end, he chose the Daoist system—the one with the least restrictions.

Once selected, a stream of azure light shot from the Ledger into his mind, embedding an entire cultivation method: the Primordial Void Scripture. It contained Daoist arts, sword techniques, body refinement, spiritual secrets, medical divination, astral observation—an entire integrated system.

Its realms were divided into six stages: Qi Accumulation, Heart Resonance, Fusion, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul. The first three were Post-natal; the latter three, Pre-natal. Celestian’s current cultivation was based on the Windborne Heart Method, a technique within the Scripture aligned with his innate wind-attribute spiritual root.

Post-natal defies Pre-natal; Pre-natal forges the path to immortality. That was the cultivation arc of the Primordial Void Scripture.

Since he had chosen the Daoist path, spiritual energy became essential. The Post-natal stages were manageable—food, electricity, sunlight, moonlight all contained energy he could refine, provided he had the methods to tame them.

But when he attempted to break into the Pre-natal realm in the future, he would need a place rich in spiritual qi—something nearly impossible to find in the qi-depleted American continent. Fortunately, he had alternatives.

He placed the five diamonds Bruce Banner had given him before the Divine-Demon Ledger. Celestian’s expression turned solemn.

The yellow cloth flared. The diamonds rose weightlessly, drifted forward, and dissolved into the Ledger’s glow—consumed completely.

Not even a speck remained.

Celestian’s Ledger was damaged—whether originally incomplete or harmed during his passage through space-time, he had no way of knowing. It had slept for over a decade after his arrival, only awakening a few years ago—along with memories of his previous life. He had believed he transmigrated instantly, but the truth was harsher: he had lived in this world for over twenty years.

And the Ledger required repairs. It absorbed the purest earthly energy sources—high-grade mineral crystals like flawless diamonds or superior agate. Ordinary materials were useless.

The ten-thousand-dollar diamonds were enough to mend only a trace of a border pattern—just a trace. But even that trace drastically boosted the Ledger’s ability to convert Lunar Essence into spiritual qi, filling the room with dense energy.

Celestian wasted no time. He sat upright and began his breathing technique.

His cultivation had reached the peak of Heart Resonance; just one more step and he would break through to the Fusion Stage—the final stage of the Post-natal realm.

Once he entered Fusion, the Windborne Heart Method would transform. More advanced techniques would become usable, and his sword arts would grow significantly stronger. Only then would he possess the faintest measure of true self-preservation in this world.