I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 93: Frost Bloom Palm

The old man slid a key across the counter without a word, and Victor took it before climbing the narrow wooden stairs up to the second floor.

His room was modest—just a bed, a bamboo table, a cultivation mat, and a spirit lantern hanging from the ceiling that cast a cool glow across the room.

He closed the door behind him and sat on the mat, crossed legged.

Now that he finally had a moment of peace, there was only one thing on his mind.

The White Dragon’s Legacy.

Victor inhaled deeply, then opened his system interface.

[Legacy Absorbed: White Dragon of the Northern Heavens]

Status: Locked – Initial Techniques Unavailable

Begin unlocking?

[YES] / [NO]

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Victor didn’t hesitate.

[YES]

The world blurred.

In an instant, his surroundings faded.

His physical body sat motionless on the mat, but his consciousness was pulled inward—into a sea of swirling frost and drifting flakes, a dreamscape sculpted from ancient memory.

He floated in the air, surrounded by massive glaciers and pale blue mountains that stretched endlessly. The air was filled with spiritual qi, but colder than anything he had ever felt. Ice coated the very sky, crackling with power.

And then, through the mists, it appeared.

A colossal white dragon with scales like sculpted pearl. It’s ancient eyes were impossibly deep as it glided through the sky with majesty unmatched. Its wings spread like clouds, sweeping snow across the endless frostfields below. With each breath, it released puffs of crystalized mist that turned everything they touched into shimmering ice.

Victor couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His consciousness was like a feather drifting behind the dragon’s memories.

Scenes unfolded before him.

Battles against shadowy beasts as large as mountains. Meditations beneath frozen waterfalls. The forging of frost into blades, shields, and chains that danced like living spirits. The dragon’s mastery of cold was not merely destructive—it was elegant, fluid, refined.

More time passed.

Victor didn’t know how long he was watching—hours? Days? The legacy held more knowledge than he could possibly absorb in a single sitting. But as he drifted through these fragments, his mind began to anchor to one—one specific memory.

The dragon landed on a lake that glittered like a mirror. As it folded its wings, its claws carved a sigil in the ice. Then, with a slow breath, it channeled qi into its palm—or claw?—and a technique bloomed into existence.

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<[ Frost Bloom Palm – Tier 1 Technique ]>

Channel the power of northern frost into your palm. Strike a target to release internal cold, temporarily freezing their limbs or slowing internal flow of qi. Effectiveness depends on cultivation rank and qi control.

Requirements: Core Formation Realm. Qi Control 14+.

Status: Learnable.

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Victor’s eyes widened.

This... was something else.

He mentally selected [Learn], and a rush of knowledge flooded him. He could feel the temperature around his real-world body shift ever so slightly, as if the room responded to his thoughts.

When his consciousness returned to the real world, he gasped.

The lantern above flickered, reacting to his qi. Thin frost had formed in patches around his cultivation mat. Even his breath came out in a slight mist.

Victor looked down at his hands and slowly brought one up, channeling the new knowledge and qi into his palm.

A soft frost-blue glow wrapped around it, and the skin tingled. Not cold—not exactly—but it felt dense and sharp, as though the air itself could cut.

He reached for a cup of water on the table and brushed the rim of it with his palm.

Instantly, ice crept along the glass, freezing the liquid solid.

"Holy..."

Victor exhaled before letting the technique fade.

This wasn’t just a weapon. It was control.

Control over a powerful elemental force that could affect both physical bodies and the internal flow of qi—perhaps even rendering some cultivators unable to fight if struck correctly.

And this was just the first technique.

There had been so many more in the dragon’s memories—ice spears that rained from the sky, glacial shields that repelled even blade qi, and domain-level skills that froze the very ground in an area. And these were just centered on frost. There still happened to be others that were even healing related.

He sat quietly on the mat with a look of ingrigue.

"Just what kind of monster were you...?" Victor whispered.

He brought up his system again and checked his stats, confirming that Frost Bloom Palm had been added under his techniques.

He had so much to learn. So much to unlock. But at least now he had direction.

Victor stepped out of the inn, shielding his eyes slightly as the bright morning sun cut across his vision. His body felt strangely refreshed, but as his gaze adjusted to the busy streets of Blueflame City, he froze.

A small blinking icon hovered on the left side of his interface.

[Six Moons Left Till The City Lord Daughter’s Party]

"It’s been four… days?" he murmured in disbelief.

He had been so deeply immersed in absorbing the first technique from the White Dragon’s Legacy that he had completely lost track of time.

The trance-like state had dragged him into visions of vast frozen landscapes, ancient dragon battles, and long-lost cultivation insights.

He had only managed to fully grasp the first technique—Frostbloom palm—Upon activation, the user’s palm channels a stream of icy Qi that targets the flow of spiritual energy within a cultivator’s body. When a strike connects, it sends a chilling pulse directly into the opponent’s meridians, momentarily slowing the circulation of their Qi. This temporary disruption weakens their ability to use techniques, reduces reaction time, and may even cause momentary stiffness or paralysis depending on the opponent’s cultivation realm.

Victor shook his head and stretched out his limbs, feeling the unfamiliar cold linger in his veins. He opened his interface again, and the blinking icon expanded into a message thread.

Several notifications from FrostWarden.

> "Hey, you still in the city?" "I’ve got a group heading to the Bloodshade Hunting Grounds." "Drop by the East Gate plaza. We’re heading out soon." "Hope you’re not ignoring me, man." "Alright… maybe next time."

Victor sighed as a feeling of guilt washed over him. The last message was dated two days ago.

"…Did I just air my first friend in Ascendant Realms?"