My Naija Guy In the Cultivation World

Chapter 17: The Rumor of a Rising Star

The city of Qingyang was abuzz with rumors. Whispers carried from one tavern to the next, spilling into the streets and alleys, growing more extravagant with each retelling.

"Did you hear? A rogue cultivator single-handedly wiped out a group of Coiled Serpent Sect disciples in an alley!"

"They say he fought like a demon, shattering their serpent Qi and breaking their weapons with nothing but a staff!"

"A mortal cultivator dared to challenge the Coiled Serpent Sect? He must have some kind of treasure, or maybe a hidden bloodline!"

Mortals and cultivators alike were entranced by the tale. To some, it was a story of inspiration—someone standing against the oppressive might of a sect. To others, it was a cautionary tale of recklessness.

In the depths of the Coiled Serpent Sect's mountain stronghold, the sect leader's face darkened as he listened to the reports. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of his ornate chair.

"A mere rogue dares to challenge us?" His voice was cold, venomous. "Send word to our disciples in Qingyang. I want this fool brought to me alive. If he has a treasure, it shall be mine. If not, he will serve as an example to those who think the Coiled Serpent Sect can be trifled with."

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Kayode, unaware of the growing storm his actions had unleashed, sat cross-legged in a quiet grove outside the city. The fresh air and gentle rustling of leaves calmed his mind as he focused inward.

Oba lounged on a low branch above him, watching with lazy interest. "You've caused quite a stir in the city, Kayode. Mortals and cultivators alike are singing your praises—or cursing your name."

Kayode opened one eye, smirking. "Let them talk. Their words don't concern me."

The system's voice chimed in, calm and measured. "Kayode, your recent victories have stirred your bloodline and pushed your cultivation to its limit. You are on the verge of a breakthrough. Do you wish to proceed?"

Kayode's smirk faded, replaced by a look of determination. "Yes. Guide me."

"Very well. Center your focus and channel the energy of your bloodline. Feel it coursing through your veins, reshaping your body and soul. The Foundation Establishment stage is nearing completion. Prepare to ascend to Core Formation."

Kayode closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as he followed the system's instructions. His bloodline surged within him, a primal force awakening and expanding. The energy of his Qi condensed in his dantian, swirling like a storm.

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The world around him seemed to fade as Kayode delved deeper into his cultivation. His body trembled as his Qi compressed into a glowing, golden core. A sharp pain shot through him, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through, his resolve unwavering.

Minutes turned to hours, and finally, the pressure in his chest subsided. A wave of warmth spread through his body as his core solidified, its light radiating from within.

"Congratulations, Kayode. You have entered the Core Formation stage. Your strength has increased significantly, and your bloodline has been further awakened."

Kayode exhaled deeply, opening his eyes. His aura was sharper, more refined, and the faint glow of his bloodline lingered in his gaze.

Oba leapt down from the branch, landing gracefully beside him. "Impressive. You're finally starting to look like someone who can handle the chaos you've created."

Kayode chuckled, stretching his arms. "It feels...different. Like I've stepped into a new realm of power."

The system added, "Your enemies will also feel the difference. Be cautious—your actions have painted a target on your back. The Coiled Serpent Sect and others will not remain idle."

Kayode stood, his resolve hardening. "Let them come. I'll face them head-on."

Oba flicked his tail, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Good. Because from what I've heard, they're already on their way."

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As night fell over Qingyang, the city buzzed with tension. Groups of Coiled Serpent Sect disciples scoured the streets, their faces grim and their weapons ready.

In the shadows, mortals whispered to one another, their eyes wide with fear and curiosity.

"Do you think that rogue cultivator will strike again?"

"Who knows? But if he does, I hope he takes down more of those Coiled Serpent snakes."

High above the city, Kayode stood atop a hill, gazing at the distant lights. His staff rested against his shoulder, and Oba sat at his feet, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

"They're coming for me," Kayode murmured, his voice steady.

Oba yawned, unbothered. "Let them. This is your world now, Kayode. Show them why they should fear the name of the man with the staff."

Kayode's lips curled into a confident smile. "I will. Let's see what they're made of."