The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 781: 781. My breast accidentally bumped into Junior Brother’s Palm.

Master Yin looked at the Pill Maker for a long while before finally putting it down.

"Good." He nodded several times. "It’s simple... but at the same time, it’s not simple at all."

He looked at Tyler with a smile.

"I like it."

Tyler cupped his hands. "Sect Master..."

Master Yin waved his hand.

"Don’t call me Sect Master all the time. Just call me Master Yin.".He tapped the Pill Maker lightly. "I don’t understand formations..I don’t even know how this thing works. But I understand the result. I am impressed."

He looked at Tyler and continued,

"People nowadays only know how to study ancient formations. Every day they dig through ruins, searching for inheritances left behind by their ancestors."

"They treat those old things like treasures."

"But if everyone only copies the past, who will create the future?"

Tyler nodded.

"I think the same, Master Yin."

"Hahaha! Good!"

Master Yin laughed happily. He reached into his sleeve, took out a black token and casually tossed it over.

Tyler caught it.

The token felt cold in his hand. There were strange formation patterns carved onto it, and on the back was the symbol of the Dark Forest Society.

"This is my personal communication token. If you need anything, send me a message directly. Funding, materials, contribution points... as long as your project is reasonable, I’ll approve it. But don’t send me messages every other day. I don’t have that much free time."

Tyler was slightly surprised.

Such treatment was far beyond what an Outer Disciple should receive. He quickly cupped his hands "Thank you, Master Yin."

Behind him, Elder Vance had just climbed back onto the island after being thrown into the sea.

When he heard those words, his eyes widened. Even he didn’t have a token that could directly contact the Sect Master.

Master Yin acted as though nothing had happened, "Oh, one more thing."

He pointed at the Pill Maker. "Make a few of these for the Pill Hall. You can take whatever materials you need from the sect."

Tyler smiled.

"I’ll deliver them as soon as they’re finished. As for the cost..." He shook his head, " The sect doesn’t need to pay."

Master Yin laughed again, "Hahaha! Good! I wasn’t wrong about you."

He waved his hand, "Alright, you can leave now."

Tyler bowed once before following Elder Vance out of the island.

After the two disappeared into the distance, the smile on Master Yin’s face slowly faded.

He looked at Elder Vance.

"Keep an eye on that boy. If he runs into trouble he can’t solve himself, help him before it’s too late."

Elder Vance nodded.

"Yes, Sect Master."

After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked,

"Sect Master... weren’t you planning to accept him as your personal disciple?"

Master Yin smiled faintly.

"I was."

"Then why didn’t you?"

"If I accept him now, everyone will say he only achieved all this because he became my disciple."

He shook his head.

"That won’t be good for him. I’ll wait until he becomes an Inner Disciple. By then, no one will question his ability anymore."

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Tyler put away the token and returned straight to his courtyard.

After entering his room, his eyes instinctively landed on the crystal coffin. The brown-skinned girl was still lying inside peacefully, exactly as before. Nothing had changed.

He took out a handful of spirit stones and placed them neatly on top of the coffin.

"You can keep eating."

With that, he walked into his workshop.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

The once-empty workshop had completely changed. Rows of Pill Maker Machines stood neatly side by side, almost filling the entire hall. Some were waiting to be tested, while others had already been packed and were ready to be delivered.

Tyler walked through the rows, occasionally tapping one of the machines.

"Not bad."

These machines had all been built using materials provided by the sect. Naturally, every sale required a share of the profits to be returned to the Dark Forest Society. Tyler had no objections to that. After all, he had only built the first machine with his own hands.

The rest...

He simply copied.

Thinking of his Copper Pot, Tyler couldn’t help smiling.

He took out his identity token and glanced at it. The contribution points recorded inside had already reached an astonishing number.

Most of the project funding had been transferred into his account first before being used, making it much easier to manage everything.

Tyler put the token away and looked at everyone gathered in the workshop.

"Alright, listen carefully."

He pointed at several completed Pill Maker Machines.

"Deliver these to the Outer Pill Hall and the Inner Pill Hall."

He paused before adding,

"And tell them this. If the machine develops any problem within one year under normal use, we’ll replace it with a brand-new one."

Maximus blinked.

"We’re giving them a replacement?"

"Of course."

Tyler nodded.

"If people trust our products, they’ll keep buying from us."

The others looked at each other. This was the first time they had heard of such a business method.

Tyler then took out another token and tossed it toward Louch.

"My old cave."

Louch hurriedly caught it.

"The Spirit Gathering Formation inside is still running. Since I won’t be using it anymore, the three of you can cultivate there whenever you have free time."

Lee and Maximus immediately became excited.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Louch also cupped his hands.

"We won’t waste your kindness."

Shyla, however, remained where she was.

She didn’t need the cave. Tyler’s courtyard had a much better Spirit Gathering Formation, and he had already allowed her to use one of the spare cultivation rooms.

She walked over to one of the machines and tapped its outer shell.

"Tyler."

"Hm?"

"You’re planning to sell these outside the sect too."

"That’s right."

"What if someone buys one, takes it apart, and copies it?"

Everyone immediately looked toward Tyler.

That was indeed a serious problem.

Tyler simply smiled.

"They’re a million years too early."

He knocked lightly on the machine.

"You can dismantle it if you want."

"But you won’t understand it."

Lee looked closer.

The inside of the machine was covered with strange formation lines. Mixed between them were symbols, numbers, and tiny characters that seemed completely unrelated.

"What are these?"

Tyler answered casually,

"Encryption Formations."

Everyone looked confused.

"Encryption?"

"Yes."

"The formations inside are hidden beneath another layer of formations. Unless someone knows how to decrypt them, they’ll never see the real structure."

Shyla frowned.

"I’ve never heard of such a formation."

"You haven’t."

Tyler grinned.

"Because I invented it."

"This is another product of the White Aspirants Project."

Everyone fell silent.

They had already accepted that their boss would occasionally create something nobody had ever seen before.

...

A week later, the entire Dark Forest Society was talking about only one thing.

The Pill Maker Machine.

The machines spread through the Outer Pill Hall first, then the Inner Pill Hall. Before long, news reached the outside world as well.

Many pill masters protested fiercely.

Some claimed the machines insulted the Pill Dao.

Others demanded they be destroyed before they ruined the future of alchemy.

On the other hand, formation masters were interested in something completely different.

The Encryption Formations.

They couldn’t understand them.

The more they studied, the more confused they became.

Meanwhile, large cultivation families and sects began placing orders one after another.

Some even requested custom-made Pill Maker Machines designed specifically for their own secret pill recipes.

Naturally, Tyler agreed.

The customers had to provide the original pill formula, pay the manufacturing fee in spirit stones, and agree to ongoing royalties for every pill produced.

Business became better than Tyler had expected.

The White Aspirants Project also expanded rapidly.

Several disciples applied to join the project, hoping to learn under Tyler.

Those who had mocked him in the beginning regretted it deeply.

Especially the senior disciple from the Formation Hall who had refused Tyler’s invitation on the first day.

Every time he saw the White Aspirants becoming more successful, he wanted to slap his past self.

Of course, success attracted more than admiration.

It also attracted greed. Some people wanted Tyler’s machines. Others wanted his knowledge. Some simply wanted Tyler himself.

One afternoon, another invitation arrived. It came from Manager Shangguan.

Tyler accepted and headed toward Shangguan’s manor.

As soon as he entered the residence, several outer and inner female disciples stepped forward to welcome him. They were dressed elegantly, with light silk robes instead of their usual sect uniforms.

Among them, Tyler spotted a familiar face.

It was the senior sister who had once sold him the mysterious corpse.

She noticed him immediately and smiled as though they were old acquaintances.

"Hello, Junior Brother. I didn’t know you would become this popular." The senior sister smiled.

Before Tyler could reply, she was pushed aside by the other girls as they swarmed around him.

"Welcome, Junior Brother!"

"Move aside, let me greet him first!"

"Ah... It’s too crowded!"

"Oops... My breast accidentally bumped into Junior Brother’s Palm."

The entire place quickly descended into chaos.