The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 779: 779. Waiting for Someone to

The next morning, golden sunlight filtered lazily through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets.

Tyler stirred awake with a heavy, contented groan, feeling deliciously suffocated in the most intoxicating way possible.

Azula lay curled against his left side, her soft, full breasts pressed firmly against his cheek. On his right, Shyla had claimed the other half of his chest, her warm curves molding perfectly to him.

His face was buried deep in the valley between both women’s breasts, enveloped in their combined scent, sweet and herbs from two alchemist girls bodies.

He inhaled deeply one last time, savoring the moment, before yawning widely and carefully extracting himself from their embrace. The mattress shifted as he slid out of bed. The sudden absence of his body heat made both girls murmur in protest.

Azula and Shyla instinctively turned toward each other, seeking warmth. Their naked bodies pressed together in a slow, sleepy tangle, smooth thighs sliding against one another, breasts brushing softly, nipples grazing in the cool morning air. They hugged tightly, sharing body heat, their skin still flushed from the night before.

With their eyes still half-closed in drowsy contentment, they moved even closer. Their breaths mingled, warm and sweet. Azula’s lips found Shyla’s first, a gentle, exploratory kiss that quickly deepened as sleep faded into something more playful and hungry. Their tongues met, slow and sensual, exploring with growing curiosity.

Shyla pulled back just enough to whisper, her voice husky with lingering sleep, "Why does your mouth taste like your lower half, Boss?"

Azula blinked, then let out a soft, surprised laugh against her lips. "That’s *my* question..."

Both girls’ eyes fluttered open at the same moment. They stared at each other, realizing they were still locked in a deep kiss. A beat of startled silence passed before they both awkwardly take their lips away as Saliva of bridge formed between them.

From the edge of the bed, Tyler stood watching them with a lazy, satisfied smirk. He popped another handful of roasted pumpkin seeds into his mouth, crunching noisily as he enjoyed the show. The seeds were perfectly salted, a satisfying contrast to the sweet scene unfolding before him.

"Please," Tyler said with a teasing smile, casually gesturing with the handful of seeds in his hand. "Don’t mind me. Continue."

The next moment—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Several pillows flew straight at his face.

Tyler laughed, caught one of them, and quickly slipped out of the room before they found something heavier to throw.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Maximus, Lee, and Louch standing there. The three looked at him as though they were staring at some legendary figure.

Tyler blinked.

"What?"

Lee was the first to recover. He cleared his throat and said, "Boss, there’s a problem. A lot of people are hiding outside the city. They’re waiting for you to appear. If you leave now, chaos will definitely break out."

Maximus nodded in agreement.

"There are also many people waiting outside the inn. We’ve stopped them from coming in, but they’re still refusing to leave."

Tyler wasn’t surprised at all.

"Yeah, I expected this."

He smiled calmly.

"Don’t worry. Someone will escort us back safely."

"Huh?" the three asked at the same time.

"Our bodyguard will be here soon."

They looked at each other, completely confused.

Just then, a servant hurried into the hall.

"Boss, Elder Vance from the Dark Forest Society has arrived."

Tyler grinned.

"See? I told you."

A few moments later, an angry roar echoed throughout the entire inn.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?"

Everyone instinctively covered their ears.

Elder Vance stormed into the hall, glaring at Tyler.

"You created such an abomination and didn’t even report it to the Formation Hall!"

Tyler helplessly spread his hands.

"I tried, Elder."

"You didn’t listen."

Vance paused for a second.

"...That’s true."

He coughed awkwardly before immediately changing the subject.

"Forget that. Show it to me."

Tyler tapped his storage bag, and the Pill Maker appeared on the table.

He patiently demonstrated the entire process once more, from loading the herbs to selecting the pill type. Everyone watched quietly until several pills rolled out of the machine.

Vance picked one up and examined it carefully.

Then another.

Finally, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Fascinating."

He looked at Tyler before glancing at the Pill Maker again.

"With this thing around, quite a few low-level alchemists are probably going to curse your name."

Tyler couldn’t tell whether the elder was praising him or making fun of him.

Vance suddenly waved his hand.

"Enough. Pack everything."

"Huh?"

"We’re returning to the sect immediately."

He pointed at Tyler, then at the Pill Maker.

"And bring your entire Aspirant Team."

Maximus and the others straightened their backs.

Tyler looked at Vance in confusion.

"Why?"

Vance looked at him as if the answer were obvious.

"Because the Sect Master wants to see you."

Tyler was genuinely surprised.

"...I’m meeting the Sect Master?"

Vance nodded.

"You’ve caused enough of a commotion with the project he personally gave. It would be stranger if he didn’t want to meet you."

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Before leaving Schez Town, Tyler handed the management of the Sunflower Inn to Azula.

"It’s only temporary," Tyler said as he passed her the deed and a few keys. "Just keep the inn running until I come back. If there’s anything you can’t handle, write it down. I’ll deal with it later."

Azula nodded seriously.

"I won’t let you down."

Tyler smiled. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last business he bought. Knowing himself, he’d probably end up purchasing shops, inns, or even entire marketplaces whenever he traveled and found something interesting. Someone trustworthy had to manage them, and Azula seemed like a good choice.

Soon, Elder Vance led Tyler and the others to the outskirts of Schez Town. A large open field had been turned into a docking area, where several flying ships were anchored.

Maximus and the others looked around curiously before boarding.

Tyler examined the massive ship and asked, "Elder, why doesn’t the sect just store the flying ship inside a storage bag?"

Vance rolled his eyes.

"Who the hell has a storage bag that big?"

Tyler blinked.

Then his eyes slowly lit up.

"...I see."

Another idea quietly formed in his mind.

As the flying ship rose into the sky and disappeared into the clouds, Azula stood on the highest floor of the Sunflower Inn, silently watching it leave.

She let out a soft sigh.

She knew they belonged to different worlds. It wasn’t love—not yet, at least. But deep down, she felt that following Tyler’s path would change her life.

"I should work harder."

With that thought, she turned around and walked into her room.

Sitting quietly on the table was a Pill Maker.

Beside it lay a letter written by Tyler, explaining how to operate and maintain the machine.

A gentle smile appeared on Azula’s face as she carefully picked up the letter.

The flying ship sailed through the clouds at a steady pace, leaving Schez Town farther and farther behind.

Below them, forests, rivers, and mountains flashed past like a painted scroll.

Inside the cabin, Maximus leaned against the window with excitement. It was his first time riding a flying ship, and he couldn’t stop looking outside.

"So this is what the world looks like from the sky..."

Lee chuckled.

"Don’t stick your head out too far. If you fall, nobody is jumping after you."

"I wasn’t going to!"

Meanwhile, Tyler stood quietly near the railing, looking at the endless landscape beneath him. Elder Vance remained nearby with his arms folded, pretending to rest, though his spiritual sense continuously swept across the surroundings.

...

Far below, hidden inside a dense forest, several figures wearing black robes watched the flying ship disappear into the distance.

"Damn..."

"We’re too late."

Another person clenched his fist.

"All because that Elder from the Dark Forest Society showed up."

"So much for ambushing them outside the city."

The leader slowly lowered the spyglass in his hand.

"It doesn’t matter."

"They can’t stay inside the sect forever."

One by one, the hidden figures melted back into the shadows.

...

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, above a vast lake, another flying ship floated silently behind a layer of clouds.

A scar-faced man stood at the bow with a long saber resting on his shoulder.

He grinned after receiving a communication talisman.

"They’re coming."

The men behind him immediately became excited.

"Captain!"

"Is it really them?"

The scar-faced man laughed loudly.

"The flying ship from the Dark Forest Society."

He pointed toward the distant horizon.

"And the inventor of the Pill Maker is aboard."

Greedy expressions appeared on every pirate’s face.

One man licked his lips.

"If we capture him..."

"We’ll become richer than any cultivation family."

Another burst into laughter.

"Forget spirit stones."

"Every sect will pay a fortune for that machine."

The captain slowly raised his saber.

"Brothers..."

"Prepare to intercept."

The pirate ship suddenly accelerated.

Formation patterns beneath the hull burst into light as it shot through the clouds.

...

On the Dark Forest Society’s flying ship, Elder Vance suddenly opened his eyes.

His expression didn’t even change, "Prepare for impact," He calmly said.

Before anyone could react—

BOOM!

The entire flying ship shook violently. Maximus lost his balance and nearly fell over.

"What happened?" Another violent impact echoed across the sky.

The disciples rushed onto the deck.

Ahead of them, a black flying ship slowly emerged from the clouds, blocking the only route forward.

A skull flag fluttered proudly above its mast.

Dozens of cultivators stood along the deck, each holding weapons with arrogant smiles on their faces.

The scar-faced captain stepped forward and laughed so loudly that his voice echoed across the lake.

"Hahaha!"

"Elder Vance! We’re not interested in your flying ship. We’re only here for one person."

He slowly pointed his saber toward Tyler.

"Hand over the creator of the Pill Maker and we’ll let the rest of you leave alive."

Silence fell across both ships.