All Chapters of Cultivation with a System in the Modern World: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Master Eamon, Leonard, Kuro, Maria, Pavan, and Danial had agreed to meet near the academy, where a sleek, black bus stood waiting. Master Eamon was on a call, his voice low and serious, while Pavan, Maria, and Leonard were engaged in a conversation nearby. Despite the group's overall camaraderie, Maria seemed somewhat distant from Leonard, maintaining a subtle but noticeable gap between them. Kuro, meanwhile, was leaning against the bus, lost in thought.As Danial approached Kuro, he called out, "Hello, Kuro. Earth to Kuro?"Kuro snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, Danial. You finally made it."Danial scratched his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I was stuck in traffic."Kuro nodded. "Well, come on. Everyone is waiting for us."Before Kuro could move, Danial noticed the tension in his friend's expression. "You're afraid, aren't you?" he said softly.Kuro froze, a stunned look crossing his face. "Is it something related to your family?" Danial as

Oliver Brown stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding immediate attention. His gaze swept over the assembled students like a cold wind, penetrating deep into their souls, making them feel as if their darkest secrets were being laid bare. The remaining students felt that they couldn't hide anything from Oliver no matter what they did.Each time his eyes landed on an individual, they felt their vision darken and blur, an overwhelming testament to the immense power he wielded. Although these moments were brief, they were enough to instill a sense of awe and fear among the students, a clear indication of Oliver's unmatched prowess.When his gaze landed on Kuro, Oliver's eyes widened slightly in recognition. He recalled the boy's lineage and the formidable reputation of his family. It was rare for Oliver to be caught off guard, but the sight of Kuro sparked a memory. Kuro, too, felt the intensity of the scrutiny, but his expression remained composed. He knew that his identity would

Danial took a deep breath and assumed a fighting posture, his eyes locked on Elysia. Up above and across the hall, behind the large, ornate windows, Grandmaster Quintan observed the sparring sessions with keen interest. His disappointment was evident as he watched the performance of the cultivators."They are not ready," Quintan muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration. "Their journey into the Ancient Ruins will be fraught with peril if this is the best they can offer."Behind him, a shadowy figure shifted slightly, stepping forward into the dim light. Ottoman, Quintan's trusted advisor and master of espionage spoke with a calm, measured tone. "Grandmaster, they are still young. Most of them come from the branch families of the great Houses, and they are considered weak even within their own families. The circumstances have forced us to make this decision."Quintan nodded, acknowledging the Ottoman's point. "I know, Ottoman. But that doesn't make their lack of readiness

Arriving at the training hall, Danial found a quiet corner to begin his practice. The hall was filled with the sound of students training, the clatter of weapons, and the grunts of exertion. He sat down, placing both the Fire Shield and Hellfire books in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he began to study the intricate details of each technique.The Fire Shield technique required the user to channel their inner fire, forming a protective barrier of flames. It was a defensive maneuver, meant to protect the user from attacks and create a temporary safe zone. On the other hand, Hellfire was a destructive force, harnessing the most intense and uncontrollable flames.Danial thought, "What I need to do is just swap out the fire from the Fire Shield into Hellfire. To do that I will have to start with learning the Hellfire technique first." He put the Fire Shield scroll aside and opened the Hellfire technique book. He started reading carefully, understanding the human diagram that was portr

The group was so frightened by Danial's appearance that they started to intensely sweat. The one who had demanded everyone kneel before the queen was trembling in fright, but with trembling lips, he still managed to say, "W-why are you not kneeling before the queen?" Danial, concentrating on calming his internal energy, hadn't even heard them enter. When he finally registered the noise and turned his head, he saw the group and a girl in an elegant black skirt leading them. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you and what do you want?" Danial was incredibly tired, having exhausted his internal energy, and needed time to recuperate. The caller, incredibly frightened, was about to speak when the girl raised her hand to silence him. In a voice as sweet as it was commanding, she said, "Hello Danial, I have heard great things about you." Danial couldn’t muster the energy to respond. He slumped from his previously straight posture, and the steam slowly began to subside. His fatigue was ev