My Naija Guy In the Cultivation World

Chapter 19: Enlightenment Amidst Chaos

Kayode stood amidst the wreckage of the grove, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He glanced at the ground where the leader of the Coiled Serpent Sect had fallen. There, among the shattered pride and arrogance, lay a storage bag adorned with intricate serpent patterns.

Oba leapt from Kayode's shoulder, landing gracefully on the ground. His golden eyes gleamed as he sniffed the bag. "Looks like he left you a parting gift. You might as well take it."

Kayode hesitated for a moment, then reached down to pick it up. As he infused it with a sliver of his Qi, the storage bag opened, revealing its contents. Inside were a variety of items: a small stack of spirit stones, a vial of healing pills, a cultivation manual, and an old jade slip glowing faintly with a mysterious aura.

"A cultivation technique," Kayode murmured, holding the jade slip between his fingers.

Oba smirked. "Seems like it's your lucky day. Or perhaps the beginning of more trouble. Either way, use it wisely."

Kayode sat cross-legged on the forest floor, his staff resting beside him. He activated the jade slip, allowing its knowledge to flow into his mind. The technique within was profound, detailing complex movements and Qi manipulations that harmonized with nature itself.

For hours, he immersed himself in cultivation, the surrounding world fading into silence. The grove seemed to breathe with him, each inhale and exhale synchronizing with his Qi. Slowly, the barriers in his mind dissolved, and he entered a state of enlightenment.

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Chaos in the City

Meanwhile, back in the city, panic had spread like wildfire. The streets were filled with whispers and hurried movements as news of the Coiled Serpent Sect's arrival reached every corner.

The sect leader, a man shrouded in an ominous aura, stood at the city gates. Behind him were 100 sect disciples, each one radiating the power of the Golden Core realm or higher. Beside him stood five elders, their presence suffocating. These were Nascent Soul cultivators, their cold gazes piercing through the city like blades.

The sect leader's voice boomed, shaking the air. "We know the one responsible for our humiliation is here. Hand him over, or this city will suffer the consequences!"

Terrified, the city's residents scattered, some fleeing into their homes, others running to find refuge outside the city walls. The sect's disciples began their search, tearing through the streets with ruthless efficiency.

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The Sect Leader Finds Kayode

After hours of searching, they found him. In the grove outside the city, Kayode sat in his state of enlightenment, his aura calm and serene. The jade slip floated before him, its light dimming as he absorbed its teachings.

The sect leader sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "So this is the boy who dared to humiliate my disciples? Pathetic. He's sitting there like he's untouchable."

One of the elders chuckled. "A fool. He doesn't even realize the storm about to descend upon him."

"Enough talk," the sect leader snapped. "End him."

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The Ambush

The air grew heavy as 100 Golden Core disciples charged forward, their combined aura creating a storm of Qi that shook the grove. Kayode's eyes snapped open, his enlightenment interrupted by the overwhelming force descending upon him.

Grabbing his staff, he leapt to his feet, his body still resonating with the profound insights he had gained. "You couldn't wait until I was done?" he muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Oba, now nowhere to be seen, left Kayode alone to face the incoming assault.

The first wave of disciples struck, their attacks coordinated and relentless. Kayode moved with newfound precision, his staff glowing with the essence of his bloodline. Phantom slaps from Mama Tao manifested, sending several disciples flying, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed him.

The sect leader and the Nascent Soul elders watched with cold amusement as Kayode fought valiantly. "He's strong," one elder admitted. "But strength means nothing against overwhelming force."

Kayode's body bore the brunt of countless attacks. His Golden Core pulsed with strain as he unleashed technique after technique. Blood dripped from his wounds, and his movements grew slower.

Finally, the sect leader stepped forward, his Qi swirling around him like a storm. "Enough. Let me show you the difference between a Golden Core cultivator and someone who has touched the Nascent Soul realm."

Kayode barely had time to react before a powerful strike shattered his defenses. His Golden Core cracked, and pain unlike anything he had ever felt coursed through his body. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

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Desperation

As he knelt, Kayode's thoughts turned to the system. "System, I need help. Summon someone, anyone! I can't die here!"

But the system was silent.

Oba's presence was gone, and there was no sign of assistance.

The sect leader laughed cruelly, standing over him. "You thought you could challenge us? Look at you now. Broken. Powerless. This is the fate of those who oppose the Coiled Serpent Sect."

Kayode's vision blurred as the world around him dimmed. His Golden Core shattered completely, and his body slumped forward.

But even as he lay there, something deep within him stirred—a spark of resilience that refused to fade.

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To Be Continued...