The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 370 - 369. Masha.

The girl standing at the edge of the shoreline looked thin, almost fragile. Her skin was pale, her build delicate, and she wore a simple dress made from coarse fabric, likely woven by hand. She had the appearance of a village maiden—someone who had grown up far away from bustling cities or grand sects. But there was something in her eyes, a playful glint, a mischievous spark that said she was anything but ordinary. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Tyler lay on his back, body aching and barely able to move. He had drifted to this island after being injured during the Abyss Breakout and had only now regained enough strength to open one eye. He blinked against the sunlight and saw the girl looming over him with her hands on her hips and a wide grin spreading across her face. She looked at him like he was a rare treasure that had washed ashore just for her.

"You’re alive. Good," she said cheerfully. "I prefer my husbands breathing."

Tyler’s eye twitched. "Wait... what?"

The girl tilted her head, still smiling. "You washed up on my island," she stated plainly, as though reciting an ancient law. "That makes you my property. And I’ve decided—I need a husband."

Tyler let out a long, defeated sigh and turned his gaze back to the sky. "Why me...?" he muttered under his breath, questioning the heavens for what felt like the thousandth time since this journey began.

Admittedly, the girl wasn’t bad-looking. She had a youthful charm, and her energy was infectious. But Tyler had absolutely no intention of getting married—especially not while he was half-dead and stranded on a mysterious island.

Still lying on the ground, he subtly activated his divine sense and activated the bead in his pocket.

In the next moment, a shimmer of light pulsed in the air, and a woman appeared beside him, her long silver hair fluttering like silk in the ocean breeze. Three elegant fox tails swayed behind her, catching the wind. Around her neck, a high-tech collar flickered faintly with light, a reminder of her peculiar circumstances.

It was Su Fei.

The island girl blinked, clearly surprised by the sudden appearance, but to her credit, she didn’t flinch or panic.

Su Fei looked down at Tyler, who was still sprawled pathetically on the sand. "What are you staring at?" she said in a calm, slightly irritated voice.

"Pick me up," Tyler ordered weakly.

Su Fei sighed, knelt down, and lifted him in a princess carry. Despite everything, even Tyler’s thick skin couldn’t stop the faint blush that crept across his face. His head rested near her chest, and her warm, soft fragrance filled his senses. He shamelessly took in a deep breath, savoring it.

"Little Master... behave yourself," Su Fei said, voice sultry but teasing.

"I need Aura. Just inject me with some," Tyler muttered, trying to refocus.

Rolling her eyes, Su Fei placed a finger against his chest and transmitted a wave of gentle Aura into his meridians. Tyler’s body trembled slightly as the energy revitalized him. He could stand now—barely—but it was clear he still had a long way to go before he’d fully recover.

"I have dignity, you know. I don’t want to be carried around like a princess," Tyler mumbled, stepping down from Su Fei’s arms.

Then he turned toward the strange island girl, who was still watching them with amusement.

Before Tyler could speak, Su Fei narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "This girl is suspicious. Her soul is incomplete."

The girl’s smile didn’t falter, but her body stiffened slightly. Su Fei’s gaze was piercing.

Tyler raised a brow and immediately took a step back—right into Su Fei’s arms again, shamelessly throwing himself into the princess carry position once more.

The girl chuckled. "Relax. I’m not possessed or cursed," she said with a grin. "I’m just a clone. My main body separated a fragment of its soul and embedded it into this one. That’s how I can be here."

Su Fei remained silent, clearly analyzing her deeper.

"I’m just surprised this big sister noticed at a glance," the girl added, nodding with respect. "Even a Beginner Immortal would have trouble detecting that."

Tyler remained cautious. "Who are you, exactly?"

"Name’s Masha," she replied, tapping her chest with one finger. "I’m on a mission, though I can’t say more than that. And as for the husband thing... I was joking. Mostly." She winked. "You’re cute when you panic."

Tyler sighed again. Of course he had to wash up on an island with a crazy woman.

"I’m Tyler," he said, keeping his answer brief. "I was attacked by a sea monster and ended up drifting here."

Masha nodded. "Well, it’s a good thing you did. Not many people come to this island. Most sea creatures avoid it."

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Masha smiled, but this time, there was a hint of something darker behind her gaze. "Because this place isn’t exactly... normal. But don’t worry. You’ve got me here, and I don’t bite."

She paused and said, "We are in a normal island."

Tyler was confused, "Huh?"

"Yeah... there’s nothing on this island," Masha said, letting out a light laugh. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying herself. "I was joking again. Haha..."

Tyler groaned and rubbed his temples. "I really think this entire conversation is a waste of time."

"There’s nothing here," Masha repeated, this time with a smirk, "because I already took everything."

Su Fei narrowed her eyes and activated her divine sense, scanning the island thoroughly. After a few seconds, she nodded slightly.

"She’s right," Su Fei said. "There really is nothing left. No life, no energy signatures, no artifacts... But it seems like there used to be a village here."

She paused, her tone neutral. "And it looks like everyone vanished at once."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Vanished, or were wiped out?"

"Wiped out," Su Fei confirmed calmly.

Masha clapped her hands. "Wow, big sister is sharp! That’s right—I killed everyone in the village." She tilted her head playfully. "So? Are you going to avenge them?"

"Nah," Tyler answered before Su Fei could speak. He then walked out of Su Fei’s arm.

Masha blinked in surprise.

Avenge them? This girl clearly had no idea who Su Fei was. If Masha knew how many minor worlds Su Fei had looted or how many lives she had ended without batting an eye, she wouldn’t even bother asking. A single nameless village wasn’t even worth a second thought.

"If they were people I knew, maybe I’d consider it," Tyler added with a shrug. "But why should I care about strangers? Especially when I don’t know what happened here."

Masha frowned. "At least pretend to have a sense of justice."

Tyler crossed his arms. "Justice, huh? So, just because someone strong hurt someone weak, I should rush in and act like a hero?"

He scoffed. "This world is full of injustice. Right now, as we speak, people are being robbed, enslaved, and killed across the world. Do you expect me to fight every battle?"

He paused, his voice softening for a moment. "If I can help, I will. I’m not heartless. But I also know my limits, and I know not to jump into every mess without knowing the full story."

Tyler also recalled how he avenged the little girl from the shop. She turned into Ghost Spirit, right? He should check her later.

Masha grinned again. "You’re interesting. How about it? Are you interested in joining the Justice Bandits?"

Tyler’s brow twitched. "You’re one of them? And yet you killed an entire village? Where is Justice here?"

"Oh... those villagers were evil," Masha said, her tone turning serious. "The women were brainwashed from a young age, used solely for entertainment and breeding. They were never allowed to leave. It’s been going on for over fifty years."

"That’s why you wiped them out?" Tyler asked.

Masha nodded. "Justice, in its own way."

"And the women?" he continued.

"I gave them a painless death—a chance to reincarnate free from suffering. Sometimes, mercy lies in release. Death can be justice too."

There was no smugness in her voice now, only cold resolve. Her words carried weight, as if she had seen too much to believe in black and white morality.

Tyler could tell she wasn’t lying—her eyes reflected no pain not pride. It’s just the way of her thinking or it’s just how she was raised. Well he really didn’t care.

Just then, the charm around her neck flickered with a pulse of light.

She glanced at it and sighed. "Looks like my time’s up."

Turning to Tyler, she smiled faintly. "We’ll meet again, Tyler."

Without another word, she summoned a small flying boat, leaped aboard, and soared into the sky, leaving only a faint trail of wind in her wake.

Tyler watched her disappear over the horizon, thoughts swirling in his mind. Justice, huh? This world really didn’t follow any script. And neither did the people in it.