Novel & Cerita Novel Dual Cultivation

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

“Hey, that’s very natural. You will have one malignant power inside your body, either you inherited from your father or mother, and another weaker one inside.” “Huh?” Having two powers at the same time is natural? But the novel says it was a taboo to have two different powers. Are things that different now? But that can’t. If something changed, then that would only be events concerning the main characters because of my inevitable appearance. What is happening now?

“I didn’t ask for a critique!” [Host, the Alpha is correct. Your current Divine Cultivation is at the Crescent Initiate - Phase 1. You are essentially a magical battery with 2% charge. Attempting the banquet plan in this state would result in instant burnout and probable death.] “Great. Thanks for the optimism,” she grumbled, leaning back against the plush seat as the mooncarriage lifted into the air. “So, this Resonance Cultivation he talked about… is it legit?” [Affirmative. It is a high-risk, high-reward method known as Dual Harmonization. Usually performed by bonded mates to synchronize their cores.]

"Flower garden" . it is a normal romance novel , the reason why I hate this novel , because it is a cringey novel with cringey dialogues and the worst case scenario is , I didn't complete the novel , because it annoyed me . But however its a beautiful place where magic exist , it's limited though and in this world they have 2 moons ; one emits golden rays and the other blue rays . As you know ,the title of novel based on the flowers where everyone worship flowers as a symbol of peace and glory of their Kingdom. Here if you don't have a flower garden or maintain it properly , people will considered as you ill- mannered person . They also have church and prophets .

My eyes went in the direction of the room where she was. “Not only that. She did the impossible. Again. Her womb holds your twins. Congratulations, Alpha.” Note: Thank you, Heather Alderman, for your comment. It made it easy to write this chapter. Thanks to everyone following up despite my inconsistency. Would love to see ur support. Please share my book to ur friends🤭

Memory slides into place like a blade finding its sheath and I let them see them. “It feeds on prophecy,” I whisper in my mind and the twins can hear me. “On bloodlines. It doesn’t rule, it cultivates. Moves people where it needs them. Waits generations if it has to. It has been waiting to rule the world.” Frynn exhales slowly. “And now?” “Now it wants me. I'm strong enough to hold its powers without rotting.” Silence. Then Brynn says, fiercely, “It doesn’t get to want you.”

I was well aware of what Agnes had left unsaid. Lyra was currently basking in Rowan's favoritism, just as I did in my past life. She looked glamorous and enviable, but she was nothing more than a caged canary. Meanwhile, here I was, washing herbs with jagged thorns until my hands were bloodied and raw. Once, catching sight of the bloody tint in the basin where I was washing the medicinal herbs, Cyrus fell silent for a moment before inquiring, "Do you want to take a break?"

His expression dropped all its usual defenses; he probably didn’t realize she could see how open he looked—almost hungry for something he was scared to want. “What did you feel?” he asked. “Like I’ve always been on fire,” she said. “And I finally stopped pretending I wasn’t.” He turned his face away, silent for a few heartbeats. “There’s a cultivation path,” he said, gentle and careful. “Primordial Void Cultivation. It doesn’t use a spiritual root the way most do—it uses the heart, almost literally. All your feelings—grief, love, rage—fuel it. People stopped practicing it. Too dangerous, too unstable. Most cultivators care more about power than about feeling human.”

Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one. I wonder how old the book is, I sniff the treasure I just stumbled upon, it has to be decades old, maybe even centuries. How long has Zayne had this book? I wonder as my eyes travel back to the page. She was a normal child, cheerful and quick to laugh, our mother named her Lou, light. For that was what she was, it glowed from inside her. This seems more interesting reading material that ‘Art of war’ at the moment. Sorry, Sun Tzu.

Two kinds of Qi produced a change so rare that it was beyond words. Neither of them had expected such change, but it was too late to separate because no one could predict what would happen if they stopped in the middle of the process. Ximen Qianxue suddenly turned red as blood, because the spiritual bonding of yin and yang was more arousing and intimate than an actual intercourse. In essence, this was probably something akin to dual cultivation in martial arts. Ding Hao was in an even deeper dilemma. He had not intended to take advantage of Ximen Qianxue, but they were indeed having physical intimacy with dual cultivation, however accidental it had been. Would Ximen Qianxue misunderstand?