Campus Cultivation Master Novels & Stories

If he successfully became a cultivator, then no longer would he need to rely on Gerald for protection… Smiling at Rey’s response, Gerald then replied, “Of course you can! Miss Zorn and I can definitely teach you the ropes!” “I… then, yes! I wish to become a cultivator, Mr. Crawford!” declared the excited Rey. “Very well, then. From today onward, I’ll be your master and I’ll teach you the ways of becoming a cultivator!” replied Gerald, officially making Rey his disciple. “Thank you for taking me under your wing, master!” shouted Rey, immediately changing how he addressed Gerald as he knelt to the ground.

But the catch was, the cultivation process was an extremely agonizing one. Three minutes later, more popping and crackling sounds rang out. This time, the bones in Cassian's arms began mending themselves. Just like that, Cassian was stuck in a cycle of self-destruction and regeneration. He kept cultivating for the next three hours. During this process, the golden light covering his body started becoming brighter. Cassian finally stopped cultivating at 2:00 am. The moment he opened his eyes, a trace of golden light swirled in his pupils. But it soon disappeared into the depths of his eyes.

one person. This conversion camp happens twice a year for five months each. I've done this for a year now and supposedly "converted" two gay people which, obviously, isn't true. They're going away out of town anyway, so nobody will know that they didn't actually turn straight. Anyone who doesn't "convert" spends another five months here with the next batch. That will definitely happen to Mr. Drama Queen over here. I'll still get paid for my work, but it won't be as much as when I "convert" someone.

“Hmmm… Isn’t it impossible to kill Golden Shifters too?” “It is but we can trap them.” My eyebrows knitted together. What did he mean by trapping the Golden Shifters? “I will demonstrate it later. First, we need to do something about these corpses. We can’t just leave them lying here.” Master said dragging me out of the gate. He closed his eyes and chanted something. A sudden blast of energy set the entire college campus on fire. My legs turned into jelly as I watched the scene unfold before me. Just like that, the campus was consumed by the blazing inferno.

Faron asked. Orin nodded. "That's exactly right. Regardless of the time and age we live in, only cultivators can truly be on top of the world and forge a limitless future for generations to come. Where I am right now has very well cost the last of the Campbells' fortune, and I'm still going to die at the end of the day. When that happens, it's going to be nearly impossible for you to get to where I am. Without cultivation, the Campbells will only continue to decay." Faron let out a long breath, falling silent for a while before saying, "Only the presence of cultivators will guarantee the Campbells' legacy."

Alba joked. “Miss Fellowes, you’re hilarious. What could happen to us now that we’re at this stage? I was just cultivating in the past few days. My master said cultivation is like rowing a boat upstream, if you stop moving forward, you’ll fall backward. Thus, I have to seize every available moment. My master said he’ll show up randomly to check on me. If I don’t meet his standards, I’ll be punished.” “Your master will be coming? When?” Alba asked immediately.

The intensity in his amber eyes was so sharp it made the air around him seem to vibrate. "A key?" he asked, his voice low and controlled once more. "A key to what?" The Elder took a deep breath, as if about to tell a forbidden, sacred secret. His gaze became distant, looking past the stone walls of the base, toward the dawn of time itself. "This is the oldest legend in the world of cultivation," he said, his voice now holding the reverent tone of a historian. "The legend of the first Primordial cultivator. Not merely the strongest, but an existence who created the very laws of cultivation itself. Every technique we use, every understanding we have of the Dantian and meridians, it all origina

Let's go" Paul said. "Which Faculty?" Felix asked. "Computing" I replied. "Computer science?" Stephen asked. "Yeah" I replied. I was a bit surprised to see Paul interact with his friends. They seem to have known each other for a long time. I soon noticed that Stephen was the quietest out of the four. He only laughed between periods and butted in only a few times. "Where is Kola?" Paul asked. Mayo and David burst into laughter "CSC president made him register new intakes" David replied.

I had pass graduation even though I was homeschooled but I at least know how to read. Rules For Valerie. It was printed on the note and there were few papers on which rules were printed. I gulped before opening the first paper. Rule No.1: Wake up Master at sharp 6 am. Make his breakfast and served it at sharp 7:30 am. Rule No.2: Don't eat anything before Master. Make only what he instructed the submissive. Rule No.3: Don't deny Master's any morning kiss or touch. Rule No.4: Before going to Master, shower and be fresh. Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed.

While I was searching for someone who could be my friend , I found his picture while scrolling the phone viewing the members of our official group. He was so damn handsome! After that I totally forgot about him as the classes started and I found friends. After they re-opened the college , I developed a crush on him. The way he's robotic , attracted me towards him. Being a huge fan of online stories , I always loved men who are robotic because of their past and how their feelings change after the entry of female protagonist. I love those types of steamy stories. When I found , it's because of his past my attraction towards him grew into a crush.