The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 783: 783. One Year Later...

Back inside his study, Tyler took out a thick manuscript from his storage ring and carefully placed it on the polished wooden desk. The room was quiet except for the faint crackling of a spirit lamp burning in the corner. Shelves filled with books lined the walls, while several formation diagrams and blueprints were spread across another table.

He gently brushed a hand across the cover before reading the title once again.

Introduction to Encryption and Decryption

By Tyler White

A faint smile appeared on his face.

He slowly flipped through the pages, skimming over the countless diagrams, examples, and explanations that he had spent months compiling. Every Chapter introduced methods that no formation master in this world had ever imagined. Instead of relying purely on complicated symbols and hidden arrays, he had introduced the concept of layered encryption, unique keys, sequential activation patterns, and logical verification.

To Tyler, these ideas were nothing more than simplified versions of knowledge from Boundless World.

To this world...

They were revolutionary.

The Pill Maker Machine had already thrown the Pill Dao into complete chaos.

Countless alchemists had spent days arguing, researching, and trying to imitate his invention or defame it. Some praised him as a genius while others accused him of destroying centuries of tradition. Either way, nobody could ignore the impact it had created.

Now...

It was time for the Formation Dao to suffer the same fate.

This time, Tyler didn’t even bother hiding his identity.

There was no anonymous author, Nor mysterious senior, nor fake title.

His real name was written boldly on the cover.

Master Yin had personally approved its publication, making it clear that the Dark Forest Society would stand behind him. If anyone wanted to challenge Tyler White...

They were more than welcome to come.

The only problem was...

Tyler had no intention of leaving this heavily protected place anytime soon.

By the time anyone reached him, they would probably regret the decision.

A satisfied grin spread across his face before he closed the manuscript.

"Let’s see how long it takes before the old monsters lose their minds."

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A year later...

Tyler slowly opened his eyes as the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of his luxurious bedroom.

His spiritual sense swept through his body before he nodded with satisfaction.

Eighth Level of the Qi Refining Realm.

His cultivation had advanced steadily over the past year, far exceeding what ordinary disciples could achieve. The vast amount of cultivation resources, coupled with his unique techniques, had allowed him to improve at an unbelievable pace.

His gaze shifted toward the enormous bed behind him.

Several beautiful naked young women were still asleep beneath silk blankets, exhausted after another long night. They were members of Tyler’s Aspirant Project, personally selected by Shyla from talented outer sect disciples. A few promising inner disciples had also joined after passing strict evaluations.

Every one of them possessed exceptional potential.

With Tyler providing pills, spirit stones, cultivation techniques, and various opportunities, their cultivation had increased far faster than their peers.

Tyler quietly slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake anyone.

After getting dressed, he circulated his spiritual energy.

His aura instantly dropped.

From the Eighth Level...

Down to the Fourth Level of the Qi Refining Realm.

Concealing his true cultivation had become second nature. There was little benefit in revealing everything he possessed, especially while he was still quietly building his foundation.

Although Tyler had begun enjoying the luxurious lifestyle this world offered, he had never forgotten his true objective.

The Orion Cube.

That Chaos Treasure remained his highest priority.

Everything he was doing— earning wealth, building influence, recruiting talented people, and creating new inventions— was ultimately preparing him for the day he finally found it before it gets destroyed.

As for the desires of lust he had restrained throughout his previous life...

Those restraints had gradually disappeared after arriving in this world.

With power, wealth, and willing companions surrounding him, Tyler no longer saw any reason to suppress that side of himself. It was simply another part of who he was, and he accepted it without much thought.

Leaving his bedroom, Tyler walked down a hidden corridor before stopping in front of a massive stone platform.

A formation activated beneath his feet.

The stone slab slowly descended like an enormous elevator, carrying him deep beneath the mansion.

Moments later, it arrived inside an enormous underground facility.

The cavern was so large that it resembled a small city.

Dozens of craftsmen, blacksmiths, engineers, and formation masters moved busily between workshops. Sparks flew through the air as molten metals were shaped into intricate components. Formation arrays glowed across unfinished hulls while workers carefully engraved countless runes onto polished surfaces.

At the center of the underground complex stood several sleek flying boats in different stages of construction.

Maximus hurried over as soon as he noticed Tyler.

After a year of cultivation, he had already reached the Second Level of the Qi Refining Realm.

"Boss, good morning!" he greeted enthusiastically. "We’ve finished the prototype you requested."

He proudly pointed toward a compact flying boat resting on a large platform.

Unlike the expensive luxury vessels sold throughout the cultivation world, this one was smaller, lighter, and designed for practicality rather than status.

Tyler walked around it, examining every detail.

"Oh?"

He ran a hand across the engraved formation lines.

"Did you install the formations according to my blueprints?"

"Yes, Boss," Maximus replied with a grin. "Your instructions were incredibly detailed. Even the apprentice formation masters managed to complete the installation without major problems."

He scratched his head awkwardly.

"Although... many of them have become curious. They all want to learn the formations you used."

Tyler chuckled.

"Tell them not to worry."

He nodded thoughtfully.

"I’ll teach them when the time is right."

After a brief pause, he looked around the workshop.

"Where are Lee and Louch?"

"They’re overseeing the final inspections," Maximus answered before his expression suddenly became excited.

"Oh, Boss... there’s something else."

"The book you published last year—Introduction to Encryption and Decryption—has completely shaken the Formation Dao."

Tyler raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Formation masters across several kingdoms are treating it like a sacred text. Some are even calling it the Holy Book of Formations."

Maximus’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

"And many have already started calling you the Formation Saint."

Tyler couldn’t help laughing.

"A saint?"

"I’ve barely shown them anything yet."

"I’m serious, Boss," Maximus insisted.

"You’ve introduced an entirely new philosophy. Before your book, everyone believed protecting a formation simply meant hiding it well enough. Now they’re designing encryption layers, authentication formations, rotating keys, and countless other defensive techniques based on your theories."

He shook his head in disbelief, "People finally have reliable ways to protect their formations from being copied. Now they are creating their own versions of encryptions."

Tyler smiled.

"That’s only the beginning."

His gaze returned to the flying boat.

"So... what’s the production cost?"

Maximus immediately handed over a jade slip containing the calculations.

"It’s even lower than we estimated. If we mass-produce these, we could sell them for less than half the market price and still make enormous profits."

His voice trembled with excitement.

"We’re going to completely disrupt the flying boat industry."

Tyler nodded thoughtfully.

"Good."

"But we’re not rushing."

He looked directly at Maximus.

"Conduct extensive flight tests."

"I want durability tests."

"Test them in mountains, forests, deserts, heavy rain, strong winds, and high altitudes."

"If anything fails, fix it."

He placed a hand on the boat’s smooth exterior.

"My goal isn’t to create another luxury product."

"I want ordinary cultivators to own one."

"I want a disciple who has just entered the Qi Refining Realm to dream of buying a flying boat— and actually be able to afford it."

Maximus immediately straightened his back.

"Understood, Boss!"

He knew exactly what Tyler’s vision meant.

Once these flying boats entered the market, countless traditional manufacturers would be forced to lower their prices or disappear entirely.

As Tyler continued inspecting the underground factory, the compact flying boat remained quietly on its platform.

Its polished hull bore a single word.

Aspirant.

Neither the workers nor the craftsmen fully realized it yet.

That small vessel was about to create a storm powerful enough to reshape an entire industry.

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Several days later...

Newspapers spread across the kingdoms at astonishing speed.

Extra! Extra!

The Aspirants Release Affordable Flying Boats!

Prices Less Than Half of Current Market Rates!

Inside the Sun Dial Sect, Elder Fan slowly lowered the newspaper in his hand.

His expression darkened.

As one of the country’s most respected Formation Masters, he also controlled one of the largest flying boat manufacturing companies in the kingdom. His family had dominated the industry for decades, earning unimaginable wealth through expensive flying vessels that only the wealthy could afford.

Now, someone had declared war on that entire business.

His fingers tightened around the newspaper until it crumpled.

"Aspirants..."

He narrowed his eyes.

"It’s that same so called Formation Saint...Tyler White."

The name lingered in the silent room like the calm before an approaching storm.