I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 100: Xuan Qing’s Party

Victor raised his hand and gently pushed his palm against the stone. Then he applied a bit of strength.

Crack.

The surface gave in. Crumbles of dust fell, followed by the dull sound of air slicing in.

His eyes widened.

With a grunt, he drove his palm harder—and the wall caved in entirely.

Behind it… was a passage.

An old one. Narrow. Dusted with centuries of sediment and cobwebs. A faint breeze brushed his face, carrying with it the scent of open air.

Victor stared with a look of shock.

"There's been a damn tunnel here this whole time?"

It was almost ridiculous. He'd been on the brink of death for days, and salvation had been right behind him. An ancient, forgotten exit.

He moved forward and stepped into the dark corridor and spat a small burning flame onto his palm to illuminate the way.

The walls were carved in rough strokes, barely more than a crawlspace in some places, but the slope was upward.

And it was leading away from the ridge.

He smiled.

"Talk about divine luck…"

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But then—he paused.

His foot halted mid-step.

He was leaving. He could escape this place in just a few hours.

But…

His gaze flicked back to the gap in the stone wall he'd spent days staring through. And beyond it—he remembered the hole in the far distance where the mythical Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent had emerged from.

That serpent. The whole reason he came here.

He had observed the exact hole it always used. Knew the pattern it emerged under.

And now, he had full qi reserves. He was healthy again. Strong.

The rational part of him said leave. Get out. Forget about the reward.

But another voice in his head whispered…

You're already here. You know the serpent's routine. You've recovered your strength. This could be your last chance.

He stood still in the middle of the passage.

The red zone was still immensely dangerous. But his Frost Bloom Palm had proven useful. If he could get to it again and—strike it at the right moment—maybe he could capture it this time without interference.

No cultivator would still be here this late. Not after failing for days.

And the city lord's daughter party had already started for sure.

If he succeeded now, he could still make it.

Victor turned around slowly, facing the sealed gap once more. His eyes narrowed.

"Alright…" he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let's try this one last time."

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The sun soared high over Blueflame City, casting its golden glow across the vast palace nestled at the city's center.

From the high towers to the meticulously carved statues, everything gleamed with a brilliance reserved only for the wealthiest and most powerful.

On this day, however, the grandeur was taken to even higher heights. Massive glowing banners floated in the sky, each adorned with characters in gold: Celebration of the 200th Birthday of the City Lord's Daughter – Xuan Qing.

Flying boats hovered around the skies above the palace, dropping off important cultivators from across distant empires and noble clans. Several sect elders had already arrived with their disciples, while high-ranking princes, princesses, merchants, and dignitaries descended with luxurious entourages.

Outside the main event hall, security was tight. Only cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm and above were permitted entry. Those below that level were considered too weak to mingle with such high-class cultivators and were restricted to the outer plaza, where minor festivities occurred.

Inside the throne hall of the palace, everything glittered. Gleaming jade flooring, floating lanterns that never went out, and an altar with the names of the Xuan lineage carved in the finest spirit stone.

Guards stood like statues, perfectly still in their silver-engraved armor.

The sound of laughter suddenly rang through the hallway as the grand doors parted—Xuan Qing, the star of the day, glided in like a comet.

Despite it being her 200th birthday, she didn't look a day over eighteen.

Her flawless fair skin, long jet-black hair tied with intricate phoenix clasps, and crimson imperial robe slit high up her thighs commanded attention.

Even her shoes sparkled with tiny fragments of spirit crystals. But no matter how divine her appearance, the mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her childish nature.

"Faaatheerrr!" she chimed while prancing into the throne room where City Lord Xuan Wenzhou stood with several advisors finalizing protocols for the evening. "Is everything ready? Are they bringing me my Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent? You promised!"

Xuan Wenzhou who was clad iin a long golden robe with patterns of azure flames dancing across it, chuckled lightly. "Qing'er, everything is in place. Cultivators from across the land are here. Someone will surely bring it."

Xuan Qing pouted dramatically. "But what if they don't? You promised! You said—if no one brings it, I get to go hunt it myself!"

Wenzhou's expression changed immediately. "Absolutely not."

"Why not!?" she protested while stomping her foot. "I'm strong enough now! I can handle a few spirit snakes! I'll take the guards!"

"No means no," his voice boomed as he said sternly. "The Bloodshade Hunting Grounds are filled with not just beasts but rogue cultivators. It's not safe for you."

Xuan Qing folded her arms with a huff and spun on her heels. "I hate you, Father!" she barked before storming off with her flowing robes trailing behind her.

City Lord Wenzhou immediately turned toward the guest and apologised and yelled for the celebration to continue.

He gestured toward one of the guards to go after his daughter and bring her back.

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Later that Day…

The palace courtyard had transformed into a vibrant sea of celebration. Performers danced with glowing fire fans, mystical beasts tamed for entertainment pranced through the air, and mythical music echoed from floating spirit instruments.

The scent of rare fruits, wine, and roasted spirit beast meat filled the air.

At the center of it all, seated on a raised golden lotus platform, was Xuan Qing herself—looking more spoiled and impatient by the second.

An elderly man with long eyebrows and a bell-like voice, stood beside her announcing the gifts being presented.

"This next gift is a sculpture carved from one thousand-year-old mystic jade, brought from the Frozen Lotus Peaks!"

"Trash," Xuan Qing declared without hesitation.