All Chapters of A God Cultivator Reborn in the Modern Age: Chapter 71
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Alex’s palm closed tightly around Vargos’ fist. The air around them trembled violently, as if two currents of power were colliding within a single narrow point.Kraak!The ground beneath Alex’s feet cracked, yet his body did not shift even half a step.Vargos’ eyes widened for a split second.“What?!”Alex tightened his grip.The gray Qi wrapped around Vargos’ fist trembled wildly, then began to be forced back. Not deflected. Not redirected. Suppressed outright.“You rely too much on brute strength,” Alex said quietly.“And you underestimate me.”Bang!Alex merely twisted his wrist slightly.That small motion felt like a giant hammer to Vargos. His body lifted and was flung aside, crashing hard into the ground and creating a shallow crater.Dust billowed up instantly. The veteran assassins swallowed hard in unison.“He… broke Vargos’ momentum with one hand?”Vargos rolled swiftly, stamping his foot to stabilize himself. His face hardened, veins bulging along his neck.“Interesting…” h
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Rey swallowed hard. His eyes shifted between the two energy stones in his hands and the remaining pile Alex had taken out.“B-Body–Qi Integration… That’s a realm even veteran fighters from Block One can’t easily reach…” he muttered.Alex simply sat cross-legged in the center of the cell, his expression calm.“Because they rely on the wrong methods,” he replied briefly.“Be quiet now. I’m going to cultivate.”Nights in Dragon Prison were always silent—but that night felt different.Alex arranged ten energy stones in a small circle around his body. The moment he closed his eyes, his breathing slowed, steady and rhythmic, like air circulating naturally in the atmosphere.KRAAACK!The first energy stone cracked—not because it was slowly squeezed dry, but because it was drained completely by Alex.Pure Qi flowed out like thin mist, then poured rapidly into the pores of his skin. Rey, watching from the corner of the cell, widened his eyes.“So fast…?”Before he could fully process it—Krak!
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The Head Warden let out a long breath. His gaze hardened, yet there was a flicker of interest behind it.“A new inmate has already changed Block Seven… and now the Han family is looking for him,” he murmured.“Fine. Bring him out. But keep a close watch. I want to see for myself what kind of person he is.”The guard behind him immediately bowed.“Yes, sir!”—Inside Block Seven.The sound of iron boots echoed through the narrow corridor. The usually noisy inmates fell silent at once. A tense aura spread slowly, like poison in the air.Alex’s cell lock rattled.Clank!The iron door swung open. A tall guard stared inside with a cold expression.“Who is Alex? The Head Warden is calling for him.”Rey, who had been cultivating, opened his eyes in shock.“S-Sir… be careful. If the Head Warden himself is involved, this is no small matter…”Alex opened his eyes slowly. His face remained calm.“Relax,” he replied casually as he stood.He stepped out of the cell without hesitation. Two guards p
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The atmosphere instantly turned silent.Several guards exchanged glances. The name Investor AX that had just been mentioned caused subtle changes in some of their expressions. Even Harlan, who was usually calm, narrowed his eyes slightly—though he said nothing.'Isn’t AX possibly short for Alex? That smile on his lips… Harlan speculated inwardly, yet kept his thoughts to himself.'Alex himself continued standing casually. A faint smile lingered on his lips before he slowly shook his head.“I’ll gladly be waiting.”Rey, standing behind him, swallowed hard. He didn’t know whether that sentence was meant for Han Yi—or for whatever powerful inmate Han Yi would surely pay next.Harlan finally raised a hand, signaling.“That’s enough. Take him back to his cell.”“Yes, Sir!”Two guards immediately stepped forward toward Alex. One gestured toward the exit of the hall.Alex turned without protest. Rey followed a few steps behind him.The sound of iron boots echoed once more through the long co
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The inmates of Block Seven who had wanted to welcome Alex immediately stepped back, not daring to argue.Harlan stood right in front of Alex’s cell. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture upright like an unmoving mountain.For a few seconds, he simply stood there, staring at Alex, who sat calmly on the bed.“I rarely come down to the inmate blocks myself,” he finally said.Alex slowly opened his eyes.“And yet the Warden personally escorted me back to my own cell. I assume there’s a reason?”Several guards stiffened at his tone, but Harlan merely smirked faintly.“You’re quite bold.”Alex did not respond. Harlan briefly swept his gaze across the entire block, making sure no one was approaching, before looking back at Alex.“I’m not here to threaten you,” he said flatly.Rey lifted his head, clearly surprised.“There’s something I want to ask.”Alex gave a small nod.“Go ahead.”Harlan crossed his arms over his chest.“Six months from now… Dragon Prison will hold the Domin
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Several weeks passed since that day.Dragon Prison looked the same on the surface—cold, harsh, filled with hidden violence. But for Block Seven, the atmosphere had changed drastically. There were no more petty territorial disputes. No more cheap provocations. Alex’s name had become an unspoken boundary line.And Alex himself?He was rarely seen fighting.Yet that was precisely what made him even more feared.Every morning, a subtle aura of Qi enveloped his cell. Every night, a faint pressure spread throughout Block Seven, unconsciously forcing the other inmates to lower their voices.Rey cultivated like a man possessed. Under Alex’s guidance, his Qi pathways improved dramatically. Even some other inmates secretly began imitating the breathing patterns they observed from afar—though none of them truly understood the essence of it.Alex let them all wait.*One afternoon.The iron door of the VIP hall—the same room where Alex had met Han Yi—opened once more.Kriiieeek…This time, the at
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The black-haired girl stepped half a pace forward. She bowed deeper, her palms clenched lightly as if trying to hold back trembling.“W-we beg for your protection.”Alex stood up slowly. His gaze swept over them one by one—calm, sharp, without excess emotion.The young brown-haired girl quickly spoke next, her voice soft but rushed.“Madam Liora gave us a choice. Stay in Block Seven and serve you every day… or be sent somewhere far worse.”The silver-haired girl gave a bitter smile this time, without any playful expression.“And believe it or not, Dragon Prison has many ‘ways’ to make people regret refusing.”Block Seven fell even quieter. Some prisoners held their breath. Rey, standing in the distance, frowned—clearly displeased with the direction of the conversation.“Serve?” Alex asked flatly.Lin Fei, the black-haired girl, nodded quickly. Her voice quivered slightly, but remained controlled.“I-I mean… we will take care of your daily needs, Master. Provide clothing, food, clean y
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Alex slowly lifted his head.His gaze pierced the distance between the stone floor of Block Two and the iron balcony where Madam Liora stood. There was no excessive emotion on his face—no visible anger, no explicit disgust—yet the pressure emanating from his eyes made several guards unconsciously hold their breath.“Satisfied?” Alex repeated softly.That single word fell coldly. He stepped forward once more. The atmosphere turned silent in an instant.“I did not touch them.”Madam Liora’s smile did not fade immediately. Instead, she let out a soft, graceful laugh, as though she had heard an amusing joke.“Ah… you truly are interesting. Not many men can refuse beauty, especially in a place like this.” She raised one hand, gesturing toward the surrounding cells.“Look at them. Hungry. Pressured. Desperate,” she continued calmly.“In Dragon Prison, beauty is currency. A beautiful woman always has value.”Madam Liora leaned slightly forward, her gaze sharp yet calculating.“And in the dec
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Alex let his final words hang in the air like a verdict not yet delivered. No one dared to move.The narrow corridor was filled with held breaths, cold sweat, and gazes that had finally lost their fire. The scar-faced man clenched his fist, then slowly loosened it. The iron chain in his hand fell to the floor with a sharp sound.Clang.One by one, the inmates of Block One stepped back. There were no heroic shouts. No follow-up attacks. Only the bitter realization that they had just stood before something on an entirely different level.Alex did not pursue them. He did not punish them further. He simply turned around and continued walking.The days after that passed in silence.There were no more open provocations. No more foolish challenges. Even Madam Liora held herself back, merely observing from a distance with a smile now filled with calculation.Alex went on with his routine.In the morning, Qi breathing training in the quietest corner of his cell. At noon, strengthening his body
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Alex did not immediately move toward the arena.He stopped at the edge of the iron circle, then slightly turned his head toward the upper tribune—not toward the other participants, but toward the row of luxurious seats where the elite families sat leisurely, weighing profit and loss.“Wait,” Alex said flatly.His voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to make Juana turn his head, and several whispers in the tribune faded.Juana raised a thin brow. “You object?”“No,” Alex replied calmly. “A condition.”That single word immediately stirred a ripple.The burly man from Block Three sneered. “Are you afraid?”Alex glanced at him—just a glance, yet it was enough to make the man’s grin stiffen.Alex turned back toward the tribune. “If this fight is going to be entertainment,” he said quietly, “then I want to play by the audience’s rules.”Juana narrowed his eyes. “You mean… betting?”Alex nodded.“I’ll bet on myself.”The arena fell silent for a split second.“Ten billion dollars.”An