The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 789: 789. She is Awake?

"This fellow really doesn’t know how to stay quiet."

Elder Vance looked at the paper crane in his hand and let out another helpless sigh.

Only a few days ago, Tyler had promised to suspend the production of Dragon Boats for an entire year so that the flying boat market could recover. At that time, Vance had honestly believed the young man would spend the next year quietly cultivating.

Instead...

Tyler had merely changed products.

The Dragon Boats had stopped entering the market, but a completely new flying artifact had appeared almost immediately.

Although the White Paper Crane couldn’t compare with a genuine flying boat in terms of durability or travel distance, it possessed an advantage that no flying boat could ever compete with.

It was cheap, just Three spirit stones.

Even a newly accepted outer disciple could afford one after saving spirit stones for a short period of time.

For the first time, ordinary Qi Refining cultivators could personally experience flying without borrowing a flying sword or relying on someone else’s flying boat.

Vance had already tested one himself.

The speed wasn’t remarkable. The paper wasn’t durable. The carrying capacity was limited. Even so, he had to admit that it was an excellent invention.

If Tyler had simply invented another flying artifact, Vance wouldn’t have been so surprised.

The real problem was...

Tyler seemed incapable of creating ordinary products. Every invention he released overturned an entire market.

First, it was alchemy. Then formations. After that came transportation.

Who knew what industry would suffer next?

If Vance had known that paper cranes were nothing more than ordinary toys folded by children in Tyler’s previous world, he would probably have doubted his entire life.

While thinking about this, Vance’s gaze shifted toward a young disciple standing nearby.

The young man was carefully sorting bundles of paper cranes into wooden boxes before sealing them with the emblem of the Dark Forest Society.

His movements were careful and efficient.

This disciple was named Kiri.

He was also the young man whom Suzuka had fallen in love with.

Vance looked at him for a long moment before quietly shaking his head.

In his eyes... Kiri was an excellent disciple. His talent in formations wasn’t bad.

Unfortunately...

When compared to Tyler White, the gap between the two became painfully obvious.

Tyler possessed terrifying talent, endless wealth, extraordinary status, and a future that almost everyone within the Dark Forest Society believed would shake the cultivation world.

Vance couldn’t help wondering.

If his granddaughter seduces Tyler.. How wonderful would that be? Unfortunately, matters like that couldn’t be forced.

After thinking for a while, he simply sighed.

There was no point dwelling on something that couldn’t be changed.

"Kiri."

The young disciple immediately stopped working and respectfully cupped his fists.

"Elder Vance."

Vance handed him several neatly packed boxes along with a sealed letter.

"Take these to the Task Hall. The Sect Master has already approved their distribution."

Kiri respectfully accepted everything.

"I understand."

Vance added another reminder.

"Remind them. The White Paper Cranes are currently exclusive to disciples of the Dark Forest Society. No one is allowed to sell them outside the sect. If anyone violates this order... The punishment will be severe."

Kiri nodded seriously.

"I’ll personally inform the Task Hall elders."

Watching the young disciple leave, Vance slowly stroked his beard.

He had a feeling these paper cranes would soon become one of the most popular items among the younger generation.

Even elders like him found them interesting.

Naturally, the younger disciples would become even more excited.

...

Meanwhile...

Inside the White Dragon Tower...

Suzuka stood quietly inside Tyler’s workshop.

Over the past few days, she had witnessed Tyler assembling countless strange components she had never seen before.

Metal frames. Spirit crystal plates. Formation discs. Wooden rollers. Countless gears.

By themselves, none of the individual parts seemed particularly special.

Yet after Tyler finished assembling everything together... A completely unfamiliar machine appeared before her.

She couldn’t even guess its purpose.

Tyler carefully adjusted several formation nodes before nodding with satisfaction.

"It should work now."

He opened one compartment of the machine and inserted a stack of blank spirit paper.

Afterward, he opened another slot and placed a specially prepared beast blood ink cartridge inside.

Finally...

He gently pressed a single button. The machine immediately began operating. Several formation arrays lit up one after another. The blank spirit paper slowly moved through the machine.

Countless tiny formation needles rapidly engraved the required formation onto the paper with astonishing precision.

Moments later, another mechanism automatically folded the paper into the shape of a crane.

The finished paper crane then entered a final compartment where it was wrapped inside a thin transparent protective covering before being pushed out through the front opening.

The entire process required less than ten seconds.

Suzuka stood frozen.

She stared blankly at the completed paper crane lying on the table.

Tyler had done nothing except press a button.

The machine had completed every step by itself. Her lips unconsciously parted.

"You..."

She looked toward Tyler before looking back at the machine. "...you don’t even need to hire Formation Apprentice Masters to make this."

Previously, even though the White Paper Crane was inexpensive, each one still required apprentice formation masters to draw the fragmented formation before folding the paper manually.

Now...

Everything had become automated.

The production cost would decrease even further.

Tyler smiled.

"The world is changing."

"Cultivators are becoming stronger. Cities are becoming larger. Commerce is becoming faster. Technology is developing. If we don’t improve our methods as well... We’ll eventually be left behind."

Suzuka looked at him with a strange expression.

"...Young Master."

"Aren’t you the one making the world change this quickly?"

Tyler couldn’t help laughing. "I suppose that’s also true."

He gently patted the machine.

"This is only the first version. I’ll continue improving it."

Suzuka silently nodded.

She had gradually begun understanding why the Dark Forest Society valued Tyler so highly.

His cultivation talent was certainly impressive.

However...

His greatest strength wasn’t cultivation.

It was the terrifying number of ideas inside his mind.

After checking the machine one final time, Tyler looked toward Suzuka.

"I’m going to make several more of these. It’ll probably take an entire day or two. Please make sure nobody disturbs me."

He smiled before adding, "That includes you."

Suzuka respectfully cupped her fists. "I understand, Young Master."

Without another word, she quietly left the workshop. The moment the door closed behind her, Tyler activated several formation discs - Protective formations, Sound isolation formations, Detection prevention formations and Privacy formations.

Within moments, the entire workshop became completely sealed.

Even Golden Core cultivators outside would be unable to discover what was happening inside.

After confirming that every formation had activated properly, Tyler walked toward the center of the room.

He took out his familiar copper pot. Then he retrieved an empty storage bag.

Without hesitation, he stored the newly completed Paper Crane Machine inside the storage bag before placing the storage bag inside the copper pot.

A faint smile appeared on his face, "Hello Old Friend."

Moments later...

Tyler took out another storage bag. Inside it rested a perfectly identical machine. He repeated the process several more times.

One machine became two..Two became four.

Before long, several identical Paper Crane Machines were lined up neatly inside the workshop.

Looking at the finished products, Tyler stretched lazily.

"That saves quite a bit of work."

In the cultivation world, constructing a production workshop normally required countless craftsmen, formation masters, blacksmiths, and months of preparation.

For Tyler... It only required one completed prototype.

Afterward, his mysterious copper pot handled everything else.

He casually stored the duplicated machines into several storage bags.

"Now I only need to recruit one or two reliable people to oversee production."

He smiled to himself.

"Building a factory is actually much easier than I expected."

Of course... That statement only applied to Tyler.

For anyone else in the cultivation world, such a feat would have been nearly impossible.

After putting everything away, Tyler walked toward the hidden stone platform concealed behind a bookshelf.

The formation beneath his feet quietly activated.

The stone platform slowly rose upward like an elevator, carrying him from the workshop directly to the rooftop penthouse above.

Since the production issue had been settled, it was finally time for him to return to his room and Cultivate.

As soon as Tyler entered his bedroom, he frowned. The room, which was usually spotless, had been completely ransacked.

Plates of food were scattered across the floor, furniture had been knocked over, and many items lay broken or overturned.

No one should have been able to enter this place. Only Tyler had permission to access the room, and even the daily cleaning was handled by skeleton servants under his direct control.

He immediately checked the defensive formations, but they were completely intact.

When his gaze shifted toward the crystal coffin, his expression changed. The lid had been opened, and the mysterious female corpse had disappeared.

At that moment, the room suddenly grew cold.

The spirit lamps went out one after another.

Tyler felt a warm breath brush against the back of his neck. He slowly turned around and found the naked young woman standing silently behind him, staring at him with emotionless eyes.