The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 336. Adventure of Girls Group

"This wine comes from overseas," said the woman clad in flowing red garments, her voice soft but laced with authority. "It is called Cleansing Spirit Wine, crafted over a thousand years using the finest Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Its primary function is not to enhance cultivation but to soothe inner injuries and weaken the Heart Demon."

She gracefully poured three cups of the radiant amber wine, the aroma instantly filling the ornate chamber. Though she carried herself with elegance and command, her demeanor was humble and respectful before the three masked guests seated before her.

Her subordinates stood behind her in silence, observing everything. They noted how deferential their mistress was acting toward the three visitors, and while a few found it surprising, they dared not show any discontent. If their lady showed respect, so would they.

One of the three masked women immediately reached forward, lifting her cup without a word. With a single tilt of her wrist, she downed the wine in one gulp.

The red-clad woman’s subordinates flinched internally. Such behavior would typically be considered rude in such a refined setting—no toast, no formal acceptance—but again, their mistress said nothing. Instead, her eyes remained fixed on the young woman, watching carefully for her reaction.

A soft, satisfied hum escaped the drinker’s lips.

"Mana likes this... Mana wants more," she said simply, licking a bit of the wine from her lips.

The red-clad woman let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. A subtle smile played across her lips. She took Mana’s casual approval as the highest form of praise. Her efforts hadn’t gone to waste.

Seated beside Mana were the other two guests—Mathilda and Astrid. All three women wore traditional cultivator robes of fine silk, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer subtly under the light. Although they wore masks, their natural beauty still shone through, leaving no doubt that they were beings of high status and extraordinary cultivation.

Unlike Mana, Mathilda’s gaze hadn’t been on the wine—it had been on the woman in red.

The red-clad woman noticed it. She could feel the heat in Mathilda’s eyes, that confident, unapologetic stare that sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t used to being observed like that—not appraised, but desired.

And though she had never once looked at a woman that way before, she found herself strangely drawn to Mathilda.

’Is she just looking, or does she want me?’ the red-clad woman wondered, cheeks flushing.

She tried to maintain her composure, speaking politely to Astrid and Mana, but her thoughts kept drifting to Mathilda’s gaze, to the way she smiled so faintly but knowingly. And when Mathilda finally spoke, her voice smooth and playful, it was like a spell.

That night, the woman in red awoke to find herself wrapped in warm silk sheets, her body bare, her skin still tingling from what had transpired. Beside her, Mathilda lay half-covered, breathing softly in sleep, her arm draped casually over her waist.

The red-clad woman—Lady Yuehua—stared at the ceiling in silence, her heart pounding with confusion and contentment. She had never imagined this would happen. And yet... she didn’t regret it.

Mathilda stirred and smiled lazily. "So this world is called Xuan World, huh?"

Yuehua nodded softly, brushing a strand of hair from Mathilda’s cheek. "Yes. Our highest cultivation level is the Golden Core Realm. Only a few achieve it in a lifetime."

Mathilda chuckled and stretched. "Golden Core... That’s about equal to the Master Level in our world. Well not really the pinnacle."

Her words left Yuehua stunned. So casually spoken—yet it confirmed what she already suspected. These women were from another realm entirely, a place far beyond her imagination.

"But it doesn’t really matter," Mathilda said with a yawn. "I’ll be leaving this world once my boss finishes his seclusion."

A flicker of sadness passed through Yuehua’s eyes. She turned her face away slightly, hiding the emotion behind her long lashes.

Mathilda noticed. She leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips "Hey... don’t look so gloomy."

Yuehua sucked her lips with passion and said "I just... I didn’t expect you’d be gone so soon."

Mathilda smiled softly and took her hand. "I’ll leave you some pills and potions. Cultivation resources too. When you break through your current realm, try to ascend to the Boundless World."

"Boundless World..." Yuehua whispered, as if the name itself carried weight and wonder.

"If fate allows, you’ll find me there," Mathilda said. "Who knows—maybe we’ll share another drink... or another night."

A blush crept onto Yuehua’s cheeks again, Mathilda’s fiendish claw extended towards Yuehua’s breast.

That night continued with passion, warmth, and whispered promises under the moonlit sky.

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The next day, Mathilda met Astrid at the palace gates. Dressed in elegant travel robes, both women looked radiant under the morning sun. With Lady Yuehua accompanying them, the trio embarked on a journey to explore the vast lands of the Xuan World.

Despite its seemingly ancient atmosphere, the Xuan World had developed certain advancements in spiritual transportation. Flying boats powered by spirit stones glided through the skies, offering a serene and majestic mode of travel across vast continents.

Mathilda stepped onto the wooden deck of one such flying vessel, her eyes surveying the intricate runes carved along its surface.

"Where is Mana?" she asked casually.

Astrid chuckled softly. "She went back to Tyler. It’s time for a refill again."

Far away, deep within a lush forest shrouded in mist, stood the majestic palace Tyler had summoned near the riverbank. The tranquil surroundings belied the intense energy churning inside the cultivation chamber at its core.

A sudden ripple of space appeared just outside the palace gates. Mana, gracefully stepping through a shimmering portal. The Grandmasters stationed outside noticed her arrival and immediately offered respectful nods.

One of them greeted, bowing slightly.

She nodded back politely and walked past them without delay. As she entered the grand cultivation chamber, a wave of powerful mix of Aura and Prana energies greeted her. The air was thick with the scent of rare herbs, dragon essence, and elemental energy.

The room was unlike any ordinary training space. Numerous boxes were neatly stacked around the formation circle, filled with rare ingredients—dragon flesh, aura stones, prana stones—all marked with glowing inscriptions and sealed with protective talismans.

At the center of the chamber was a massive, intricate formation etched into the floor and walls, revolving with a low hum. A glowing vortex hovered in the air above, pulsating in rhythm with the swirling currents of Aura and Prana energies.

In the eye of the vortex sat Tyler, cross-legged and completely still. His entire body radiated a subtle golden hue, his aura blending with the formation as if he were one with it.

Mana didn’t disturb him. Instead, she moved quickly and efficiently, pulling out Tyler’s copper. She began replenishing the depleted boxes—replacing spent aura stones with fresh ones, pouring new dragon blood essence into the absorption pool, and inserting fresh prana stones into the auxiliary inscriptions.

Despite the complexity of the system, she moved with practiced ease. Within minutes, everything was refilled and calibrated, ensuring the cultivation cycle would continue uninterrupted.

"Done," she whispered, glancing at Tyler one last time.

Then she left the palace and activated the portable waypoint terminal. A glowing circle formed before her, and in a blink, she vanished again.

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Back on the flying boat, Mathilda was sipping tea while Astrid and Yuehua admired the passing clouds. The moment Mana reappeared beside them, Yuehua’s eyes widened in awe.

"That device... Was that teleportation?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Mana gave a small nod and raised her wrist, showing the sleek teleportation watch strapped to it.

"This is a portable waypoint terminal. It uses spatial coordinates and advanced tech to jump between preset locations."

Yuehua’s eyes sparkled. "Such precise and instant teleportation... I’ve never seen anything like it."

"Hehe, if you want more advanced tech," Mathilda said with a grin, "I can give you some. Mana here has our boss’s storage device. It has almost everything."

Yuehua stared at the two women in amazement. "Is your boss... very wealthy?"

Mathilda laughed, sipping her tea again. "Super-rich. Like, he can buy your whole world if he wants."

Yuehua blinked. "That’s... beyond comprehension."

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Far far far away from the girls,

Atop a grand platform carved into a mountain peak, an emperor stood with a terrifying aura radiating from his body. He was a powerhouse at the Nascent Soul Realm, his presence enough to shake the heavens. Before him stood an army of 10,000 cultivators, each clad in battle armor. The weakest among them had already reached the Qi Refining Realm (Novice Level), while the strongest stood proudly at the Golden Core Realm (Master Level).

The emperor raised his hand, his voice echoing across the vast battlefield. "Cultivators are chosen by the heavens—blessed with the ability to refine Qi and ascend to immortality. Mortals, those unable to cultivate, were never meant to exist in this world. They are a burden to the heavenly path. Today, we will purge them. Let us wipe out all mortals from existence! The world shall belong only to the worthy—FOR THE HEAVENS!"

"FOR THE HEAVENS!" the soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the mountain.

Without delay, they mounted their spirit beasts—ferocious creatures bred for war—and began their march. Thunderous footsteps and wingbeats filled the air, as a crusade against mortals had begun under the emperor’s command.