Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 3 - Cultivation Realm

Upon seeing the woman, Yohan gulped nervously as his heart began to race with increasing intensity.

Approaching Yohan's bed, the woman moved closer before settling herself down right next to him.

She gazed at Yohan and gave a melancholy smile. "I know you are upset with your father, my son, but his intentions aren't wrong; he simply wishes for you to become a leader capable of heading this clan." Alena inhaled deeply and pulled Yohan into a warm embrace.

The sudden contact from Alena startled Yohan, causing his heart to thud violently against his chest. However, he found a strange sense of peace within Alena's arms, and unexpectedly, tears began to stream down his face.

"Um... why am I weeping? Is this the warmth of a mother’s love?" he mused internally. With a tear-streaked face, he managed a smile and returned Alena’s hug, clinging to her tightly.

For a brief period, they remained locked in that emotional moment.

"Mother, I am just—" Yohan started to speak as he looked at Alena, but the rest of the words seemed to die in his throat.

Alena offered him a gentle smile. "It is alright, you don't need to explain. I am just relieved that you are safe. You must be famished, aren't you? I will go and prepare some food for you." She pressed a kiss to his forehead as she spoke.

A few moments later, Alena departed from the room, promising to arrange a meal for him.

Left alone, Yohan sat on the bed in a daze, contemplating his next move. Although his recollection was incomplete, fragments of memory were beginning to resurface in his mind.

"So, the previous Yohan was nothing but a despicable loser. He paraded his clan's status while pathetically pursuing the Senior Sister of the Divine Blossom Sect, constantly playing the fool in public," Yohan muttered, cursing the former inhabitant of his body.

"Sigh, what a piece of trash. Regardless, I need to understand my current situation first. I must examine the previous owner's memories to learn about this world," Yohan thought. Closing his eyes, he delved into the past. While some parts were blurred, he focused on piecing the rest together.

Shortly after, his complexion turned ghostly pale as he made a startling discovery.

"What on earth? How can this be? The Cultivation system of this world is identical to the cultivation game I played back on Earth. Even the realms are exactly the same. Is destiny playing some kind of cruel joke on me?" he whispered, reviewing the progression of Realms in this world.

>Body Awakening Realm

>Body Strengthening Realm

>Core Formation Soul Realm

>True Soul Realm

>Earth Soul Realm

>Heaven Soul Realm

>Nascent Soul Realm

>Semi-Divine Soul Realm

>Divine Soul Realm

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[Divine Stages]

>Divine Origin Semi-Lord Realm

>Divine Lord Realm

>Divine Monarch Realm

>Divine God Realm

"I am stuck at the mere first level of the Body Awakening Realm; anyone could end my life with ease. But that isn't my primary concern right now. There is something far more troubling.

"I have been reborn as a Dual Cultivator. What am I supposed to do? This is disastrous. In my past life, I cultivated through Qi and was on the verge of breaking through to the Heaven Soul Realm. But given my current state, I can only progress by practicing with a partner." Yohan’s face lost all color as he weighed the gravity of his circumstances.

From the absorbed memories, Yohan realized he was a disciple of the Divine Blossom Sect—an organization primarily focused on Dual Cultivation, where practitioners of opposite genders engage in intimate acts to advance their Cultivation. He was currently within the Phoenix Kingdom, in a place known as River Shore City, the home of the Lin Clan.

"Sigh, I have to find a method to advance my cultivation and repair my shattered reputation. I must gain strength quickly; this frail body won't survive any hidden threats," he thought, letting out a heavy breath.

Minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. Upon opening it, Yohan found a maid standing there, balancing a tray of food.

"Young Master, I have brought your meal as Lady Alena instructed," the maid said, eyeing him suspiciously as she stood before him.

"Sigh, just set the tray on the table. Thank you for bringing it," Yohan replied, offering her a small smile.

The maid was visibly bewildered by his words; she couldn't understand why the Young Master hadn't shouted at her this time. She nodded quickly, placed the tray on the table, and hurried out of the room without a single backward glance.

"That absolute bastard," Yohan muttered, once again cursing the man who previously owned his body.

"No matter. I am starving. I'll deal with these problems after I've eaten," Yohan sighed, beginning to consume the food.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the estate:

"Are you certain he didn't scream at you or try to pull any of his usual tricks?" one woman asked another, who was busy scrubbing dishes.

The second woman nodded fervently. "I was terrified to enter his room, but he didn't try anything at all this time," she answered her companion.

"I truly wonder what has come over him," the first woman remarked, looking at her friend.

"Who knows what's wrong with him? I'm just thankful I got out safely," the maid replied, swallowing hard.