My Naija Guy In the Cultivation World

Chapter 11: Cruel Realities of the Cultivation World

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest. Kayode's steps were steady as he moved deeper into the wilderness, the weight of his growing power and purpose pressing on his shoulders. Oba, ever observant, perched lazily on his shoulder, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings with an air of indifference.

"Kayode," Oba muttered, his tail flicking. "I smell blood ahead. Fresh blood. Be cautious."

Kayode frowned, gripping his staff tightly. "What do you mean? Is someone hurt?"

Oba yawned, as though bored. "Oh, someone's definitely hurt. The real question is whether they deserve it. Let's go see, shall we?"

As they approached a clearing, the sight that met Kayode's eyes froze him in place. A young boy, no older than twelve, knelt trembling in the dirt. His face was streaked with tears, and his small hands clutched a simple wooden flute as though it were his lifeline. Surrounding him were three men clad in dark robes, their eyes cold and filled with cruelty.

"Please!" the boy cried, his voice breaking. "This flute is all I have left! You've already taken everything else!"

One of the men stepped forward and slapped the boy to the ground. "And now we'll take that too," he sneered. "Consider it a mercy—we're leaving you with your life."

The boy tried to crawl backward, but his trembling limbs refused to cooperate.

Kayode felt a spark of rage ignite in his chest. He stepped into the clearing, his voice firm and unyielding. "Enough."

The cultivators turned to him, their sneers deepening. "Another one? What, do you want to die too?"

Kayode's grip on his staff tightened, his bloodline thrumming within him. "I don't care who you are or what you want. Leave the boy alone."

The lead cultivator barked a harsh laugh. "Do you have any idea who you're speaking to? This is the cultivation world, boy. Mercy has no place here—only power. And you've just made the mistake of challenging ours."

The three men advanced on Kayode, their weapons drawn and glowing faintly with Qi. The leader pointed his blade at him. "Since you're so eager to die, we'll grant your wish."

Kayode stepped forward, his presence calm but commanding. The power of his bloodline surged through him like a roaring river. "You're the ones who should be worried."

The first attacker lunged, his blade aimed for Kayode's chest. In one swift motion, Kayode sidestepped the strike and brought his staff down on the man's arm. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the clearing, followed by a howl of pain as the man crumpled to the ground.

The remaining two cultivators hesitated, their confidence faltering.

"What kind of power is that?" one of them hissed. "He's just a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Kayode didn't give them time to recover. With a burst of speed, he closed the gap between himself and the second attacker. His staff swung with precision, striking the man's chest and sending him flying into a nearby tree. The impact shattered the bark, and the cultivator slumped to the ground, motionless.

The leader snarled, his Qi flaring violently. "You'll pay for that!" He unleashed a flurry of strikes, his blade moving like a viper. But Kayode's movements were fluid and calculated, his bloodline-enhanced reflexes allowing him to dodge and counter with ease.

Oba watched from the sidelines, his expression unreadable. "You're finally showing your worth, Kayode," he murmured. "But don't hold back. Finish it."

Kayode parried a final desperate strike from the leader, disarming him with a powerful blow to the wrist. The cultivator staggered, his eyes wide with fear as Kayode's staff pointed at his throat.

"Wait!" the man gasped, dropping to his knees. "Spare me! I can—"

Kayode didn't let him finish. With a decisive strike, he ended the man's life.

The clearing fell silent. Kayode turned to the boy, who was still clutching his flute, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe.

"It's over," Kayode said, his voice softer now. "You're safe."

The boy nodded shakily, his tears falling freely. "Thank you, sir. Thank you…"

Oba leapt onto Kayode's shoulder, his golden eyes glowing faintly. "Now you've seen it, haven't you? The cruelty of this world."

Kayode's expression hardened. "Yes. And I won't let it consume me. I'll become stronger—not just for myself, but to protect those who can't protect themselves."

Oba purred softly, a rare sign of approval. "Good. Then you've taken your first real step in the cultivation world."

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The Path of Cultivation

As they walked away from the clearing, the system's voice echoed in Kayode's mind, calm and instructive.

"Kayode, it's time you understand the framework of this world. The cultivation ranks define not just power, but your place in this brutal hierarchy. Master them, and you may stand above all."

The system laid out the path:

1. Body Tempering – The first step, where one strengthens their physical form to withstand the burden of Qi.

2. Qi refining - This is the stage that comes after your body has been refined and can contain qi.

3. Foundation Establishment – The cultivation of a foundation to channel and manipulate Qi.

4. Core Formation – The stage of condensing one's Qi into a solid core, greatly amplifying power.

5. Nascent Soul – The creation of a spiritual soul that grants immense strength and spiritual abilities.

6. Soul Transformation – A stage of merging body and soul, transcending physical limitations.

7. Divine Ascension – The step into the divine, wielding powers that can alter the very fabric of reality.

8. Immortal Sovereign – Near-immortality, ruling over realms with unparalleled strength.

9. True Eternal – The pinnacle of existence, where one's being becomes infinite and eternal in the mortal world.

"This is the path you must walk," the system concluded. "And every step will demand more from you than the last."

Kayode nodded, determination etched into his features. "Then I'll walk it. No matter how steep the

path is"

Oba smirked, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Let's hope you're ready for the storms ahead, Kayode. The higher you climb, the fiercer the winds will be. But hey, at least you've got me to keep you company."

Kayode chuckled despite himself, his grip on the staff tightening. "And a shameless system too."

Oba yawned, stretching lazily. "Exactly. Between us, you'll either conquer this world or die in glorious chaos. Either way, it'll be entertaining."

The duo continued walking, leaving the blood-soaked clearing behind. But Kayode's mind was far from quiet. The cruelty he had witnessed—and the lives he had taken—served as a harsh reminder of the cultivation world's reality.

In this world, strength wasn't just a tool; it was survival. And to survive, he would need to rise beyond his limits.

"I'll grow stronger," he vowed to himself, his voice a low whisper. "Stronger than anyone who dares to stand in my way."

The path stretched endlessly before him, a journey paved with trials, blood, and the promise of power. Kayode pressed forward, his resolve as unshakable as the earth beneath his feet. The cultivation world was cruel, but he was determined to carve his place within it. One step, one battle, one victory at a time.