Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Seth’s voice dropped lower, tinged with fascination.
“I noticed a student. At first, he seemed like another bright-eyed fool. But then I felt it—the turbulence in his core. His internal energy was… unstable. Like oil and water refusing to mix. Odd, dangerous, fascinating. Yet what truly caught my attention…” Seth’s twisted grin sharpened. “…was the faintest trace of divine energy nestled deep inside him. minuscule, almost invisible to the untrained eye. But enough… enough to make my fingers twitch with curiosity. I’ve fought priests, zealots, and even warriors carrying divine blessings before. But I’ve never had the chance to play with one. To break them. To bend them under a curse of my own