All Chapters of My Cultivation System Runs on Karma: Chapter 111
- Chapter 120
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CHAPTER 111: She Is Not Breathing
The thick, luminescent green sap of the Heavenly Cleansing Herb dripped from between my bruised knuckles.The heavy droplet hit the dry dirt floor of the shack. In the suffocating, absolute silence of the room, the sound was as loud as a war drum.I remained on my knees, my breath locked in my throat. The dust motes swirling in the thin shafts of afternoon sunlight seemed to freeze. I stared at the little girl lying on the filthy straw mat. Her chest was completely, terrifyingly still. The torn grey blanket draped over her fragile frame didn't rise. It didn't fall.[System Scanning...]The blue text hovered in the center of my vision, casting a pale, cold light over the squalor of the slum shack.No, I thought, the word a frantic, desperate echo in the hollow cavern of my skull. Not after all of that. Not after the arena. Not after the blast.I tried to stand, to rush the final three feet between us, but my body violently rejected the command. The adrenaline that had carried me throug
CHAPTER 112: Forcing Her Mouth Open
It felt like someone had driven a rusted iron spike directly through my chest and set the metal on fire. I let out a guttural, raw roar, my entire body convulsing. Black spots violently swarmed my vision. Tears—hot and completely involuntary—streamed down my face, cutting clean tracks through the thick layer of ash and dirt caked on my cheeks.But my fingers twitched.I forced my left hand upward, fighting through a wall of absolute agony that threatened to rip my consciousness away completely. Every millimeter of movement tore the surrounding muscles.I dragged my left hand onto her cold cheek. My bloody, shaking fingers found the edge of her jaw.I pressed down, forcing my thumb between her teeth.The jaw was locked tight. The resistance was terrifyingly stiff. I pressed harder, using the last dregs of my physical strength. The sharp edges of her small teeth bit directly into the pads of my thumb, drawing fresh blood, but I didn't stop.With a wet, popping sound, her jaw finally yie
CHAPTER 113: Puking Up Black Sludge
My right hand, pressed flat against the little girl’s fragile sternum, burned with a blinding, golden intensity. But the rest of my body was freezing. The Karma System was forcibly converting my own life force, draining the heat from my blood and the marrow from my bones to sustain the Healing Palm.My heart stuttered. It skipped a heavy beat, sending a hollow, agonizing flutter up my throat.Push, I commanded my failing meridians.I leaned my weight forward, driving the concentrated energy directly into her chest. The golden Qi acted as a physical ram. It bypassed her skin and ribs, slamming into her paralyzed esophagus. It forced the pooled, luminescent green sap of the Heavenly Cleansing Herb down her throat, pushing it straight into her stagnant bloodstream.The silence in the rotting shack was deafening. The only sound was the harsh, ragged rasp of my own failing breath.My vision narrowed to a pinprick. The dust motes floating in the thin shafts of afternoon sunlight vanished. T
CHAPTER 114: Bones Snapping Back Together
The horrific, blistered burns covering my back—the scorched flesh left behind by Nam Gyu-Jin's explosive array—instantly cooled. The weeping sores dried, scabbed over, and began to flake away, leaving behind a layer of thick, pale scar tissue. The deep lacerations on my arms from Cheon Do-Hyun's hook-swords closed themselves, sealing tight without leaving a single drop of fresh blood.But the healing was only the beginning.The massive influx of positive Karma slammed into my Foundation Establishment realm. For weeks, my foundation had been unstable, constantly fighting against the dark, necrotic shadow Qi of my past life as Assassin Number Seven. The two energies had warred in my veins, threatening to tear my core apart every time I drew a sword.The golden waterfall completely completely submerged the shadow.It didn't erase my past. It didn't make me forget the people I had killed. But it purified the intent. It stripped away the cold, biological urge to murder and replaced it with
CHAPTER 115: A Target On My Back
The chanting rolled over the uneven, rotting rooftops of the Beggar District like the low, heavy rumble of an approaching thunderstorm.It was distant, echoing down from the affluent, stone-paved rings of the capital, but the sheer volume of tens of thousands of voices unified in a single, frenzied rhythm allowed it to bleed through the cracked wooden walls of the slum shack.“Merciful Blade. Merciful Blade.”I sat on the hard, dry dirt floor, my back resting against a termite-eaten support beam. The sun was beginning to set, casting long, bruised shadows across the room. The little girl lay on the filthy straw mat a few feet away. The horrifying, translucent grey hue of her skin was gone, replaced by the soft, warm flush of returning life. Her chest rose and fell in a steady, rhythmic, beautiful cadence.She was safe.My body, however, felt entirely alien to me. The massive influx of pure Karma had forcibly knit my shattered collarbone back together, but the new bone felt unnaturally
CHAPTER 116: Walking Back To The Inn
Jin-Woo carefully knelt in the dirt. He didn't care about the grime or the lingering, sour smell of the purged poison. He gently scooped the small girl into his arms, wrapping the torn grey blanket securely around her fragile shoulders. She didn't wake, her head lulling softly against his chest.He stood up, adjusting his grip. He looked toward the open door, then back at me."What about you?" Jin-Woo asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern. "You look like you’re going to collapse. You need a healer. Come with us to Eun-Ha’s clinic.""I just need sleep," I replied, pushing myself off the dirt floor. My legs trembled slightly, but the stabilized Qi in my veins held my weight. "I’m going back to my room at the Black Crane Inn. It’s quiet. No one knows I’m staying there.""The Black Crane is deep in the lower neutral ring," Jin-Woo noted, calculating the distance in his head. "It’s out of the way, but you need to be careful walking there. The independent clans are already drinking
CHAPTER 117: Washing Off The Blood
The damp, heavy fog rolling off the eastern canals smelled of rotting cabbage and stale rice wine, but tonight, it was the sweetest thing I had ever breathed.I kept my chin tucked down, letting the frayed, blood-crusted collar of my ruined grey robes hide my face. The cobblestones of the lower neutral ring were slick with evening dew and discarded ale, catching the faint, flickering amber light of the paper lanterns strung outside the cheap taverns.I dragged my straw sandals through the shadows, moving with the instinctual, predatory silence I had spent a lifetime perfecting.In the affluent upper rings of the capital, the sky was still bleeding with the bright, explosive colors of the Murim Alliance’s celebratory fireworks. The distant, rhythmic thumping of war drums and the muffled, unified chanting of ten thousand drunken voices echoed down the narrow alleyways. They were still screaming my title. They were raising gourds of expensive liquor to the "Merciful Blade," toasting the
CHAPTER 118: A Ghost In The Dark
Just a month ago, that debt had been a literal mountain actively crushing the breath out of my lungs. It had been over a hundred thousand points of pure, concentrated sin carried over from my past life. I had spent the last four weeks agonizing over scraps of Karma—enduring beatings, holding back my true strength, terrified that a single, instinctual lethal strike would trigger the system's existence erasure protocol and turn me to ash.But today, I had purged the terminal poison from that little girl. I had earned fifteen thousand points in a single, massive burst of absolute, unselfish virtue.I slowly clenched my right fist.The golden Foundation Establishment Qi instantly responded, rushing to my knuckles with a heavy, absolute solidity. It was no longer fighting a desperate, chaotic war against the dark, necrotic shadow of Assassin Number Seven. The golden waterfall of Karma had purified my intent, anchoring my soul to the physical world with an unbreakable chain."Eighty-four th
CHAPTER 119: Fighting In The Dark Room
The sweet, heavy scent of black tobacco hung in the stagnant air of the inn room. It was a smell I had known for fifteen years in my past life. It meant the planning phase was over. It meant the blood was about to flow.I stood half-naked in the dark, my bare feet planted on the uneven wooden floorboards. My blunt iron sword lay exactly three feet away from my right foot. I didn't look down at it. I kept my eyes locked on the glowing red cherry of the pipe hovering in the corner of the room."Playing the hero, Mu-Kang?" Jang Mu-Rak whispered softly, the smoke curling around his hidden face. "Or should I still call you Number Seven?"He didn't wait for me to answer.The red cherry of the pipe suddenly dropped, falling toward the floor. Before it even hit the wood, the darkness in the corner violently expanded.Mu-Rak didn't step forward; he blurred. He used the Phantom Step, the highest-tier movement art of the Shadow Hall. It was designed to erase the physical sound of a footfall by s
CHAPTER 120: Thrown Out The Broken Window
"A dog doesn't stop eating meat just because someone put a new collar on its neck," he sneered. He reached behind his back, drawing a second, identical blackened dagger from his silk sash. "You think holding back makes you better than me? It just makes you slow."He launched himself off the bed.The mattress tore open from the force of his leap, sending a thick cloud of dry dust and straw flying into the air. The dust choked my lungs, blinding me for a split second.I felt the displacement of air before I saw the blade.I threw myself sideways, diving across the rough floorboards. The poisoned dagger sliced through the air exactly where my neck had been. I hit the floor hard, rolling over my bruised shoulder, and scrambled to my knees.Fighting an elite assassin was difficult. Fighting an elite assassin without using lethal force was a nightmare.Every time I blocked, I had to expend double the energy to ensure my counterattack wouldn't accidentally sever a major vein. I had to calcul