The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 368 - 367. Tyler vs Immortal

Feng Feiyan’s eyes snapped open. The still sea before him rippled ever so slightly as his gaze pierced the horizon.

There — a glint of white clothing cutting through the sky.

A lone figure was flying toward him atop a sword, leaving a faint trail of light in his wake. Feng Feiyan’s expression shifted. His pupils narrowed.

He immediately released his Immortal Divine Sense, scanning the entire stretch of sea and sky. His awareness swept across countless kilometers, piercing the depths of the ocean and the clouds above, yet he found no other presence — only the one rapidly approaching.

That figure... he would never forget it.

It was Tyler White.

Tyler had arrived alone to confront the Immortal.

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Some time earlier — aboard the White Pearl.

"There’s an Immortal waiting for you. What are you going to do? Are we... escaping?" Lily asked, her tone unusually serious. Her expression held no trace of her usual playful demeanor.

Tyler stood on the deck, wind tugging at his coat. He looked out at the endless sea before replying.

"The best way to escape from a problem... is to solve it. Or at least try to solve it," he said quietly, then turned to face her. "I’m going to put a temporary solution in place, at the very least."

He paused, then gave a small, firm nod to her.

"Vice Captain, wait for me at Gaze Island. If anything happens — if there’s even a hint of a threat beyond our ability to handle — don’t hesitate. Activate the Shadow Mode of the ship."

Lily’s brows furrowed. "Got it," she said after a moment.

Tyler took out a gleaming flying sword from his storage ring. It shimmered with faint blue runes.

Lily blinked. "Wait—since when do you fly on a sword? You’ve never used one before."

Tyler chuckled. "Well, I’m about to confront an Immortal. Doing it on a flying sword might look cool."

He gave her a wink, then rose into the air.

"Sometimes style matters," he said with a grin, before shooting off into the sky, his figure quickly shrinking into a distant star.

"Yeah... Dying in Styles." Lily muttered.

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Back to the present.

A tense silence hung in the air as Tyler and Feng Feiyan stood across from each other — one floating calmly on a flying sword, the other seated cross-legged on the still ocean, radiating terrifying pressure.

"Tyler White," Feng Feiyan called out, his voice cold as ice.

"Immortal Feng," Tyler replied evenly.

They regarded each other for a long moment. Though separated by a vast gulf in Realms, Tyler’s gaze held no fear.

Feng Feiyan narrowed his eyes. "I don’t understand. You came here alone. Do you truly think you have something that can help you stand against me?"

Tyler shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll get what you came for. But before that, I’d like to know something." He narrowed his eyes. "Why does the Feng Family want me dead so badly?"

Feng Feiyan was silent for a moment. Then he let out a cold laugh. "Hah... I forgot. You really don’t know, do you? Well, I suppose I can tell you a little. You’re going to die anyway."

He reclined slightly, as if to show how little he regarded Tyler as a threat. The humiliation he once suffered under Tyler’s foot seemed almost distant now — irrelevant in the face of his absolute power.

"Our home — the Feng Grotto Heaven — is a divine world created by my ancestor, the Saint Heavenly Phoenix. We, the Heavenly Feng Family, are his proud descendants."

Feng Feiyan’s voice carried pride, anger, and ancient grief.

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, our world collided with another — we could not stop the convergence. But instead of being destroyed, the two realms merged. The dominant family in that world was the Bai Family. Alongside them stood another house."

He paused, then said slowly, "A lot happened after that. War. Battles. Love. Betrayal. Bloodshed. And eventually... both of those families were erased."

Tyler’s eyes sharpened, but he said nothing.

Feng Feiyan’s lips curled into a sneer. "The last living descendant of those two lineages is standing in front of me. You, Tyler White. The son of the very people our family destroyed."

Tyler frowned, clearly unsettled. "I didn’t even know that. I’ve lived my whole life not knowing a thing about my birthplace. Why would you kill someone who’s ignorant of everything you just said?"

Feng Feiyan’s eyes burned. "Because you started cultivating."

He stood now, floating just above the ocean surface, his green robe flowing like a phantom’s.

"We stripped your cultivation roots. We thought that would be enough. But you clawed your way back. You rose again. You’re a hidden threat. A seed of revenge that should never have taken root."

He raised his hand, and the sea trembled.

"Your father cursed us. Because of that curse, we couldn’t lay a finger on you for years. But now that you’ve cultivated again, and stepped into the cultivation world... the curse has weakened."

He bared his teeth, his voice rising with fury.

"I don’t care if killing you triggers the backlash and kills me. I will still do it. I’ll erase you and the shame you brought me. I’ll wash away the humiliation of being stomped by a mortal."

A storm gathered in the distance, clouds roiling as if nature itself responded to the fury of the Immortal.

Tyler took a deep breath.

"I see... But you don’t understand something important," he said calmly, his voice steady even as the sea roared around him. "If you people never targeted me... I would’ve never known about any of this. You brought this upon yourselves."

Feng Feiyan’s expression darkened, his immortal eyes filled with contempt. "Once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you begin to see cause and effect. Karma. Destiny. Your ridiculous luck might have saved you before, but not this time."

He clenched his hand, and the sea trembled.

"This time... I don’t plan to cripple you."

The air twisted. Space distorted.

"JUST DIE ALREADY!!"

Feng Feiyan’s final shout echoed across the ocean like the roar of an ancient beast. His voice, infused with powerful immortal energy, blasted toward Tyler with a force that shattered the clouds and cracked the surface of the sea. Invisible soundwaves surged forward like a tempest, compressing the air and sending tidal waves crashing in all directions.

The sheer volume of that one phrase formed a sonic tsunami—an invisible, lethal force of nature. Waves hundreds of meters high rose up and curled over, ready to swallow everything in their path. The ocean itself seemed to scream.

And at the heart of it all, Tyler White stood motionless.

The moment the shout reached him, the water waves along with sound waves surged forward.

It reached Tyler.

Tyler’s whole body was blown into smithereens.

Feng Feiyan blinked. In that critical moment, he felt something—no, he didn’t feel something. His divine sense blanked out for a fraction of a second. A breath. A blink. A pause in time.

"Hmph. A trick? Talisman?" He sneered, "Didn’t work against an Immor—"

Then he froze.

Pain lanced through his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth. The taste of iron and bitterness filled his throat.

His hands trembled.

"Damn it... The curse..."

It was too late. His cultivation—his painstakingly refined 100,000 years of immortal cultivation—was unraveling. Like silk burned by fire, his essence was falling apart. His dantian was no longer stable. The divine energy within him, once like a raging sun, was now flickering, dimming, shrinking into embers.

His realm shattered.

"Beginner Immortal..." he whispered in horror.

He, who was at Half Celestial Immortal Level was reduced into , Beginner Immortal Realm.

A state he’d surpassed hundreds of thousands of years ago.

It was the curse. The one tied to Tyler White’s very existence.

Even though Feng Feiyan had found a way to bypass its full effects for just long enough to act, the backlash still arrived—and it was brutal. The curse had triggered as soon as Tyler’s life was truly in danger, and the universe itself had exacted a price.

"Damn that man... and his bloodline...!" Feng Feiyan hissed, wiping the blood from his lips. "Even death... his death... comes with a price..."

But even so, a twisted smile crept across his lips. "Still... the Princess’s mission... has been accomplished. Tyler White... is finally dead."

He turned to leave, his flying sword materializing beneath his feet. The once-mighty Immortal, now reduced to a weakened state, knew better than to linger. The sea had changed. He had fallen. Predators would be watching.

"I’ll recover," he muttered to himself. "Might take a hundred thousand years... but it’s worth it. The last of the Bai Bloodline and that family bloodline is no more."

With that, he disappeared into the clouds.

Silence returned to the ocean.

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Author here:

Tyler White is Dead? Bruh, he is the MC

Also small Note: ’Bai’ means ’White’

Tyler vs Immortal is a Clickbait Title. It’s Immortal Slaughters Tyler .... Lol