All Chapters of Cultivation with a System in the Modern World: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Danial stepped out of the Infirmary, his body still weary from the recent ordeal. Despite his fatigue, his mind raced with questions. As soon as he was outside, he pulled out his phone and called Pavan. The line connected quickly, and Pavan’s voice came through.“Pavan, where are you? And more importantly, where is Kuro? How is he?” Danial’s voice was sharp with concern.Pavan’s reply was calm, though tinged with reassurance. “Don’t worry about Kuro. He’s safe and currently resting at a hospital.”Danial’s brows furrowed. “Hospital? I gave you the address of the company. What happened?”Pavan sighed. “A lot happened, but he’s okay now. There are people keeping an eye on him. You don’t have to worry. Maria and I are heading back to the academy as soon as possible.”Danial nodded, though his concern didn’t fully dissipate. “Alright, but I want a full explanation when you’re here.”“You’ll have it,” Pavan assured him.Danial ended the call, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before

Zyler walked off the arena floor, his dark cloak trailing behind him as the audience's murmurs grew louder. Before he could disappear completely, a Beginner Stage Master stepped into his path, his face stern with authority.“Zyler,” the Master said, his voice laced with displeasure. “The rules of the tournament state that no killing of any kind is allowed.”Zyler stopped, tilting his head slightly. His response was cold and dismissive. “I left him alive. Where did I kill him?”The Master’s glare intensified, his patience wearing thin. “Zyler, stay within your limits. Do not test our patience.”Zyler turned his head slightly to meet the Master’s eyes, his indifference replaced with an edge of mockery. “And what if I don’t?”The Master, clearly angered, raised his hand to strike. But as he locked eyes with Zyler, his movements faltered. His arm froze mid-air, trembling as if an invisible weight had shackled it. His pupils dilated, and a sheen of cold sweat formed on his brow. For a brie

Danial sighed as he watched the excitement on Pavan's and Crystal's faces. He couldn’t help but wonder how long their enthusiasm would last. Turning his attention to the arena, his gaze settled on a bald figure clad in monk robes, with a necklace of beads adorning his neck. The monk was locked in combat against an opponent from Emsgate Academy. Something about the monk’s serene yet imposing aura tugged at Danial’s memory, but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen him before.The match progressed with flashes of light and powerful strikes exchanged between the two. Suddenly, the arena blazed with a brilliant burst of energy, and when the light subsided, the fighter from Emsgate lay sprawled on the ground, utterly defeated. The monk calmly approached his downed opponent, bowed with clasped hands, and solemnly intoned, "Amitabha."Danial blinked and glanced at the time. It was already past noon. He wondered how long the matches would continue—these fights seemed endless. Just as he w

Egbert vanished from his position, appearing instantly before Pavan like a crimson blur. His sword whistled through the air as he delivered a deceptively simple horizontal slash, its force enough to ripple the atmosphere around them.Pavan barely had time to process what was happening. Instinctively, he raised his sword to defend himself, the blade trembling in his grip.CLANG!The clash reverberated through the arena like a thunderclap. The sheer force of the impact sent Pavan skidding back, his boots carving deep grooves into the arena floor as he was pushed a full ten meters before managing to stop. His arms trembled uncontrollably as he looked down, his face pale.His fingers tightened around his blade, but the sight before him made his stomach drop—his sword, forged from the academy's renowned ore, now bore a jagged chip near the centre. How is this possible? He thought. These swords weren’t ordinary; they were designed to withstand the harshest of battles. And yet, a single stri

Danial and Crystal lingered in the infirmary for a while longer, chatting with Pavan, who continued to grumble about his forced diet while sneaking glances at the nurses, hoping one of them would take pity on him. When it became clear that none of them were willing to defy Abby’s orders, he slumped back onto the bed with a defeated sigh.“You guys better eat well while you still can,” Pavan muttered dramatically. “I might never taste good food again.”Danial rolled his eyes while Crystal smirked. “You’re acting like you’re being sent to prison,” she said. “It’s just a diet.”Pavan sat up and pointed at her with a solemn expression. “For a man like me, a diet is worse than prison.”Crystal laughed while Danial shook his head. “Just rest, Pavan. You’ll need your strength for the next rounds.”With that, Danial and Crystal left the infirmary, walking side by side through the long corridors. The scent of antiseptics and medicine slowly faded, replaced by the crisp air of the academy halls