I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 169: Meeting Amara

For two days in the game, Victor immersed himself in his cultivation. With Elder Mo's guidance etched into his mind and the sect's resources at his disposal, his progress was steady.

[Bloodline Integration: 48.7%]

When he finally opened his eyes, the room shimmered faintly with residual qi. He stretched, rubbed his neck and cracked his knuckles.

"Alright," he shifting his gaze toward Tarkos, who was now lying on his back and juggling spirit grapes with expert precision. "Let's talk about the Jade Serpent Sect. Spill everything you know."

Tarkos stopped juggling and sat up with a sigh. "Finally. You sure you're ready for this?"

"If I can survive you throwing me through boulders, I think I'll manage."

Tarkos chuckled. "Fair point. Okay then. The Jade Serpent Sect is... complicated. They're based in a completely different city. Far east of Blueflame. We're talking weeks of travel through dangerous terrain, rogue cultivator regions, and unaligned lands. They have at least four branches, but the main compound is deep in the Serpent Mountains."

Victor frowned. "So they're that big?"

"Bigger. Their reach goes beyond that city. They're involved in trade, politics, underground smuggling, and spiritual artifact trafficking. Taking down the whole sect? Practically suicide unless you start a Sect War. And unless the Violet Spring Sect openly backs you, you're on your own."

Victor exhaled and tossed a grape into his mouth. "Then what the hell is the point of this blood contract if we can't even get to them?"

Tarkos raised a hand calmly. "I didn't say we couldn't get to them. I said we can't take down the entire sect. But the ones who put the bounty on you? That's different. I did some digging. The bounty wasn't from the sect as a whole, but a faction within it. A group of inner circle cultivators who were there the day you absorbed the magical spit—er, Dragon Pond of Tears."

Victor's expression grew serious. "Hmm that makes sense."

"Exactly. You're practically a walking relic. You think they'll just let someone like you roam free? That healing saliva of yours is like holy elixir to the right buyer."

Victor sighed. "So what's the plan then?"

Tarkos grinned. "First, we identify who specifically in that faction is leading the charge. Then we isolate. Pick them off one by one. Quietly. If we play our cards right, we won't alert the whole sect. We make it look like accidents. Rogue beast attacks. Failed missions. You know... classic misfortune." ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Victor smirked. "You really are a professional psycho, aren't you?"

"Takes one to appreciate one," Tarkos bowed mockingly.

Victor spent one more day cultivating and refining his focus, pushing his integration closer to his short-term goal.

[Bloodline Integration: 48.9%]

Finally, he decided to take a break.

[ Logging Out... ]

He slowly returned to the real world. The clock showed it was just past noon on Saturday.

His muscles felt sore so he stretched and yawned upon getting out of his bed.

His stomach grumbled.

He needed something quick. He raided the fridge for a protein bar and a cold mana drink.

After chewing quickly, he headed toward the shower to freshen up.

Today wasn't for battle. It wasn't for strategy. It wasn't for cultivation.

It was for Amara.

He changed into something casual but sharp — white-collared shirt from his Vantablade shoot paired with clean slacks. His hair which now had more white strands than black was brushed back stylishly as a faint cologne clinged to his collar.

He checked his appearance once in the mirror.

"Not bad," he muttered.

As he exited the dorm, the artificial sunlight of the Academy's dome bathed the landscape in a serene golden hue. Birds chirped softly in programmed harmony, and the air smelled of fresh dew and blooming spirit flora.

Victor made his way to the garden area — one of the few places in the Academy that was deliberately untouched by technology. The place was filled with calming green foliage, winding pathways, and softly glowing stones that exuded mana.

The trees around here bloomed with petals that shimmered faintly like moonlight.

He arrived a few minutes early.

His heart pounded with the anticipation of what this meeting could mean. For weeks, he'd been dancing on the line between friendship and something more. Amara had kissed him before camp, then acted like it never happened. She was always kind. Always present. But there was distance too. An unspoken hesitation.

Victor sat on one of the carved stone benches and leaned back.

"Alright, Amara... let's see where this goes."

Minutes later, Victor could be seen pacing slightly near the edge of the garden clearing while adjusting the cuff of his shirt and then running a hand through his hair for the fifth time.

When Amara finally arrived, she did so quietly with hands tucked behind her back and a small smile on her lips.

She looked effortlessly beautiful in her simple outfit, a soft lilac top and fitted dark trousers. Her chestnut-colored hair flowed down her shoulders, and when she smiled, it felt like time slowed.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," Victor echoed while grinning. "Thought you might've stood me up."

Amara snorted lightly. "Please. You would've hunted me down with a sword just to make me feel guilty."

"Not untrue," Victor replied with a wink.

They began walking along the winding path that snaked through the garden.

The natural setting was a rare escape from the intense training routines and lectures of the academy.

They chatted about everything and nothing. Amara spoke about how intense her Summoner classes had been lately and how one of her summoned creatures kept trying to bite the instructor.

Victor chuckled. "To be fair, I'd also bite anyone trying to boss me around."

She laughed with a crackled and free tone.

Then her tone dipped. "My roommate is the worst. She's so pompous and... distant. Doesn't even speak. I tried to be nice and introduce myself and she just blew a gum bubble and turned away."

Victor raised a brow. "So like one of those rogue characters in a novel. Full edgy package."

"Exactly! I feel like she might actually be training to be a villain or something."