I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 96: The Mythical Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent

These serpentine beasts came in varying sizes and terrifying forms, some with horned crowns, others with plated golden scales, and a few with crystalline eyes that glinted like polished gems.

But Victor wasn't here for them.

His eyes suddenly locked onto the highest cliff in the hollow where he noticed a strange movement.

From his position, he could see the faintest shimmer of silver and violet trailing through the air like ink swirling in water.

The moment he saw it, his breath paused.

"Isn't that... the mythical Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent?" Victor seemed to recognise it from the descriptions.

Its scales were a cascading gradient of midnight indigo and moonlit silver. Each one glittered faintly with a mystical glow.

Twin horns spiraled back from its head, and its long body curved with unnatural smoothness as it ascended slowly onto a protruding ledge high above the other serpents.

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Victor narrowed his eyes.

The serpent coiled on the ledge, gazing upward into the open sky with its silver eyes glowing faintly. Then, as if in response to the moon's presence, it began a slow, rhythmic motion—its body moving in a ritualistic sway. Pale lights floated upward from its scales, dissolving into the moonlight. It was performing some kind of moon-absorbing technique.

'That's my chance,' Victor thought.

He couldn't fight it directly down in the hollow. If he alerted the others, he'd be overwhelmed and torn apart in seconds. The only way to capture this serpent was to lure it away from the horde.

Victor quickly retrieved several talismans he had purchased earlier in the city—Qi Talismans specifically for emitting mystical tunes that lured only serpentine like creature to its sound.

It had a short range so Victor didn't have to care about the others in the ridge getting attracted by it since the Mythical Shadow-Eyed Moon was the closest to the top.

Not the strongest in his arsenal, but definitely useful.

He activated them one by one, carefully sticking them across the ridge path that spiraled away from the hollow and led up toward a more open plateau not too far away. Once the setup was done, he activated a faint burst of his Qi to trigger the trail.

The glow from the talismans slowly filled the air with a sweet hum. The serpent below flicked its tongue while halting its ritual. Its head slowly turned in Victor's direction. The silver glow in its eyes flickered, and its lithe body began to rise.

Victor tensed.

Come on… come on…

The Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent slithered higher, away from the ledge, drawn toward the cascading trail of Qi tunes that sounded like a strange tone.

Victor had already shifted further up the plateau, hiding himself behind a tall crooked tree with frost marks across its trunk.

As the serpent rose fully out of the hollow and began following the trail across the spiraling path, Victor launched into action. He charged forward as his palm glowed with faint crystalline mist.

"Frost Bloom Palm!"

His strike landed squarely against the serpent's shimmering hide. The chill surged through its body, and Victor immediately noticed a ripple in its movement. The beast's once-fluid motion stuttered. Its eyes narrowed in pain. The frosty bloom had already begun slowing the flow of Qi within its body.

"Now!" Victor muttered while activating Gale Strike and ramming a burst of concentrated wind onto the head of the beast.

His aim was to hit it enough time while it was partially incapacitated so as to make it pass out and then wrap it up with a chain he got from the market earlier.

Just as it seem like he was succeeding, a crashing sound echoed through the plateau.

"That's it! The Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent!"

Voices followed by footsteps.

Dozens of cultivators burst into the clearing, all charging with their own talismans, chains, and techniques flaring.

"No—damn it!" Victor gritted his teeth.

A commotion erupted and Victor had to face them, ignoring the serpent.

The creature's whose eyes had partially dimmed regained a bit of clarity after being left alone for a couple of seconds.

Spooked by the abrupt commotion, it screeched with a high-pitched hiss.

Despite the slowed Qi flow, its body surged with primal instinct. It whipped its massive tail around, sending two cultivators flying off the ridge, then launched itself skyward.

Victor turned around and tried to hold it down with the chains he had partially wrapped around it but several attacks struck the area at once—flames, nets, ice spears—causing the chain to snap.

Victor fell over while the serpent jumped back into the ridge.

"Who the hell ruined it?!" one of the cultivators shouted.

"You scared it off!"

"That beast was mine!"

"No, I saw it first!"

The plateau dissolved into chaos.

Victor exhaled slowly before slipping away from the squabble. This wasn't what he had in mind...

He had spent hours getting here. The lure had worked. The timing had been perfect. But the serpent had slipped through his fingers thanks to the interference of others.

Victor clenched his fists.

Next time, he wouldn't let anyone get in the way.

One of the dozens of cultivators that were arguing stepped towards him.

"Guess you couldn't hold it down after all. Thanks for softening it up though," he sneered.

Victor's nostrils flared and he headed further away from the commotion.

And soon fights began. Different techniques were activated as the cultivators came at each other.

This was especially what Victor was trying to avoid getting pulled into. There was no way they wouldn't see each other as competition.

A broad-shouldered cultivator with a thick scar running across his brow, followed him with an arrogant swagger.

He was at the Nascent Soul Realm—a full cultivation rank above Victor—and his presence radiated confidence and cruelty.

"You looked real proud trying to tame that beast earlier," he drawled. "But now that it's gone, maybe you and I should dance a little. It's getting too crowded here anyway."

Victor narrowed his gaze while slowly turning around. "So that's your plan… Thin the herd, is it?"

The man cracked his knuckles. "Better odds if I don't have you getting in my way next time it shows up."

Victor was still seething from losing the serpent. He didn't have the patience for this.

"Wrong day," Victor muttered coldly.

In an instant, he pulled out Phantom's Dusk gifted to him by Lady Li. The obsidian glittered as its edge ghosted between material and immaterial, like a wraith barely held in place.

Victor's eyes glinted. "You shouldn't have gotten in my way."

Qi flooded his arm as he dashed forward and unleashed his strongest sword technique—Shadow Crescent Strike.