All Chapters of My Cultivation System Runs on Karma: Chapter 171
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CHAPTER 171: Locked Inside The Dark Vault
His withered brow furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly toward me. "A cold draft," he murmured to his companion, his voice echoing softly in the damp cavern. "The mountain breathes heavily tonight." "Pay it no mind," the elder on the right replied, his eyes remaining closed. "Focus on the seal." Three seconds. The gap between the heavy bronze doors was shrinking rapidly. It was barely wide enough for a grown man to fit through sideways. I turned my torso, grinding my collapsed ribcage. I stepped onto the smooth brass threshold. The crushing weight of the bronze doors was closing in on both sides, threatening to crush my skull if I hesitated for a fraction of a second. I pulled my dead left arm and my right shoulder through the gap. The bronze doors clamped shut directly behind my back. The sound vibrated through my entire skeleton. Co
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CHAPTER 172: Hidden Behind The Eagle Crest
The absolute darkness of the Inner Archives was heavy. It pressed against my skin, completely suffocating the space around me. The air was bone-dry, carrying the ancient, settled scent of cracked parchment, aged ink, and the sharp tang of beeswax used to seal important scrolls. It smelled like secrets. It smelled like a tomb. "Just a little longer," I rasped quietly to myself, my voice barely a dry scrape against the silence. I stood in the center of the first floor, listening to the erratic, wet rhythm of my own breathing. My body was completely breaking down. Forcing the Void State had severely damaged the capillaries in my lungs. Every time I inhaled, it felt like I was breathing in crushed glass. The cracked rib on my left side throbbed with a dull, sickening heat, and my raw, bleeding right palm stung in the dry air. I blinked, forcing my single working eye to adjust to the pitch black.&
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CHAPTER 173: Caught By The Sect Elder
I traced the neat, meticulous columns written in the quartermaster's hand, reading the words in a hollow breath. "Fourth Moon, Seventh Day. Withdrawal: Forty thousand silver taels. Destination: Shadow Assassination Hall, Southern Branch. Target: Clan Leader Song of the Iron River Valley." "Nam Gyu-Jin," I hissed, staring at the small, red thumbprint next to the entry. The seal of authorization. I turned the page, the dry paper scraping loudly in the quiet room. "Fifth Moon, Second Day. Production: Three hundred hooked scimitars, dark steel. Leather wrapping: Red. Destination: Mercenary Camp, Western Ridge. Purpose: Staging false Demonic Cult raid on the merchant caravans." "You're not just funding them," I choked out, hot, furious tears blurring my vision. "You're arming the slaughter." Another red thumbprint. This one was larger, more complex. It belonged to the Sect Leader hims
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CHAPTER 174: Fighting Without Making A Sound
The sharp, metallic hiss of the longsword leaving its scabbard completely shattered the silence of the third floor. The sound was deafening. It echoed off the vaulted ironwood ceiling, ricocheting down the dark, narrow aisles of the archives. I remained pressed flat against the side of the bookshelf, my breathing entirely stopped. The heavy, dark leather of the Black Ledger was a freezing weight against my chest, tucked securely beneath my dirty hemp tunic. The high-ranking Sect Elder didn't step into the darkness immediately. He stood at the edge of the aisle, holding his oil lantern high. The flickering yellow light cast deep, monstrous shadows across his wrinkled, aristocratic face. His pristine white hair was pulled tight, and his deep grey robes barely rustled as he shifted his weight. "You are a very quiet rat," the Elder whispered. His voice was calm, dripping with the absolute, arrogant certa
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CHAPTER 175: Crushed By The Giant Bookshelf
The Elder wrenched his blade free, sending a shower of wood splinters raining down on my head. "You are fast for a beggar," he hissed, his eyes narrowing in pure concentration. He unleashed a relentless, terrifying flurry of strikes. The narrow aisle became an absolute meat grinder. I couldn't use the Phantom Step properly without my Qi to absorb the kinetic shock. Every time I ducked, dodged, or pivoted, my cracked rib ground mercilessly against my surrounding muscles. Hot, fresh blood welled up in my mouth. I weaved through the blinding flashes of silver steel. I grabbed a heavy, leather-bound book from the shelf beside me and hurled it directly at his face. The Elder didn't even flinch. He slashed his sword upward, completely bisecting the heavy tome in mid-air. A massive cloud of ancient, dry paper, torn leather, and yellowed parchment exploded between us. The dust filled the
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CHAPTER 176: Climbing Out Through The Roof
The deafening roar of thousands of pounds of splintering ironwood and cascading books was completely trapped inside the ten-foot golden radius of my Muffling Dome. The towering bookshelf didn't just fall; it disintegrated. The Elder’s Peak-stage Falling Peak technique had entirely severed the primary load-bearing pillar, turning the massive structure into a descending avalanche of jagged timber and heavy leather. The Elder realized his fatal mistake a fraction of a second too late. He tried to rip his longsword free from the shattered wood, but the blade was wedged entirely tight. He abandoned the weapon, throwing his arms up and flaring his grey defensive Qi to shield his head. The shelf slammed into him with the force of a falling boulder. The sheer kinetic weight of the impact drove the Elder straight into the dusty floorboards. The floor violently groaned, bowing under
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CHAPTER 177: Caught By The Righteous Sword
I wedged my back tightly against the cold, damp stone. I raised both of my legs, planting the flat soles of my wet straw sandals firmly against the heavy ironwood backing of the shelf. I began to chimney climb. I pushed with my quads, sliding my bloody back up the rough stone inch by agonizing inch. The friction tore at my tunic, scraping the skin off my spine. I clamped my jaw entirely shut, refusing to let a single groan escape my lips. The pain in my left shoulder was blinding. Every time my chest compressed to push against the wood, a wave of nausea washed over me. Ten feet. The air grew thinner, heavily saturated with the suffocating heat trapped near the ceiling. Sweat poured into my eyes, completely blinding me. Twenty feet. My legs began to violently tremble. The lactic acid burned in my thighs like liquid fire. My right sandal slipped on the smooth wood. Last Updated : 2026-07-24Read more
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CHAPTER 178: Mountain Locked In Fear
The freezing rain fell in heavy, relentless sheets, hissing violently against the drawn steel of Seo Kang-Hyun’s longsword. I knelt in the thick, wet pine needles of the western ravine, completely frozen. The Righteous Sword of the Orthodox Alliance stood exactly five feet away, blocking the only path down the mountain. The sharp, unyielding pressure of his peak-stage aura pressed directly against my windpipe, suffocating me. "I will not ask you twice," Kang-Hyun stated. His voice was a flat, cold edge that cut cleanly through the howling wind. "A beggar does not possess flawless kinetic balance. And a beggar does not crawl out of a sealed drainage pipe in the dead of night smelling of crushed ironwood and fresh blood. Stand up." My mind raced, frantically tearing through a dozen different survival scenarios. I was completely out of Qi. My left collarbone was shattered, leaving my arm hanging like a dead weight. My
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CHAPTER 179: Hiding The Truth Deep
The soil smelled strongly of decay and worms. I unbuttoned my soaked hemp tunic. I pulled the heavy, black leather ledger from against my chest. The book was entirely dry, having been protected by my body heat and the thick fabric. I grabbed a discarded, torn piece of oiled canvas used for hauling coal, wrapping the ledger tightly to protect the ink from the moisture. I placed it gently into the shallow hollow beneath the shed. I didn't have a shovel. I used my bare, bleeding right hand. I scooped the cold, wet soil over the canvas, packing the dirt down firmly. Every movement ground my cracked rib against my lung. Every twist of my torso sent fresh flares of pain shooting from my shattered collarbone. I flattened the dirt entirely, replacing the rotting floorboard and kicking it down until the rusted nails seated back into their original holes. I dragged my moldy straw mat back over the spot.Last Updated : 2026-07-24Read more
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CHAPTER 180: The Young Master's Plan
The heavy iron-scaled boots of the guard captain stopped inches from my face. I knelt in the freezing mud of the outer courtyard, the freezing rain mixing with the cold sweat pouring down my back. My torn hemp tunic was ripped open, completely exposing the massive, ugly purple bruising across my chest, the horrific swelling of my fractured left collarbone, and the raw, bleeding gash on my right palm. "Captain!" the young guard repeated, pointing his drawn sword at my shivering form. "Look at his shoulder. He looks like he was crushed under something heavy. The Elder said he collapsed a bookshelf on the demon." The captain stared down at me. His hand rested casually on the pommel of his blade. His eyes were entirely cold, calculating the worth of my life. It was a simple equation. I was a suspect. Executing me right here in the mud took less effort than interrogating me. The dark, lethal instinct of A
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