The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 375 - 374. Life Potion

The silhouette of a man appeared in the doorway.

"So shall we begin our requiem? HAAHAHAHAHAHA"

He was tall and rail-thin, dressed in a garish multicolored suit with oversized shoes and white gloves. His face was caked in paint—blue tears beneath crimson eyes, and a bright red smile stretched from ear to ear, painted so thick it cracked when he grinned.

He stepped into the room, arms outstretched.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he exclaimed, spinning on one heel. "Welcome once again... to Fun Streak Island! Where your smiles are my delight!"

He snapped his fingers.

A group of masked assistants, dressed in checkered uniforms, rolled in metal carts covered with red cloths. One by one, the cloths were pulled off—revealing rows of syringes, branding irons, and some weird strange tools.

They moved the Captives on a wooden Horse device.

The captives squirmed in terror.

"Now now, don’t look so glum!" the clown said, walking between the bound prisoners. "You’re about to become stars in my next performance."

He paused before a tall elf woman with golden hair matted by blood and grime. His painted grin widened.

"You... I think you’ll be my Plaything Today."

Suddenly, a whistle blew from above.

One of the assistants ran up to the clown and whispered something in his ear.

The clown nodded and shoo-ed him away impatiently.

He turned towards the elf whose legs are spread naked in the wooden horse.

"HAHAHAHA..." Seeing her like that the clown laughed.

He decided to bring her back to his bedroom and have some fun.

Suddenly the Clown felt intense pain in his head, he saw a scene of the Naked Elf Girl who got violated by him is trying to strangle him to death in the bedroom.

"Tsk Tsk.... You can’t... That’s wrong..." The Clown who just saw the vision said to the Elf Girl.

The Elf Girl was confused, but she was quickly stabbed by a knife in her neck. Even till her death, she doesn’t understand why the Clown killed her.

"HA... HA... This ability to see future is annoying." The Clown scratched his head and then he left.

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The White Pearl sailed smoothly through the wide expanse of the ocean, its sleek hull gliding across the glimmering waves.

The sun cast a warm golden hue on the deck, and a group of dolphin-like creatures swam playfully ahead of the ship, dancing in and out of the water as if escorting them toward their destination.

Su Fei sat near the edge of the deck, legs folded neatly beneath her, gazing quietly at the tranquil sea. The breeze ruffled her snowy-white hair, and her three fox tails swayed lazily behind her.

The peaceful atmosphere was only interrupted when she suddenly shuddered. Her tails stiffened with instinctual alarm.

She turned her head sharply—there, a short distance away, stood Mathilda beside Tyler, waving with a mischievous smile. The sight was enough.

Without hesitation, Su Fei turned her head and leapt gracefully into the ocean.

"You just made a poor fox dive into the sea to unalive herself because of your Pervertedness," Tyler said flatly, looking at Mathilda.

"Tsk. Like hell this ocean could kill her," Mathilda scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, when are you going to eat her?"

"You’re a pervert," Tyler muttered.

"As if you aren’t," Mathilda shot back, crossing her arms, "So when are you going to..."

Mathilda made an ’O’ in her right hand and inserted her left hand index finger in that ’O’.

"...Soon," Tyler finally replied, after a moment of silent.

Standing silently behind them was a young man—one of the survivors from the attack at Level 3 Fishery. He had been taken aboard the White Pearl and had barely spoken a word since. But from the moment he had seen Mathilda, his heart had been pierced by love—or perhaps foolish infatuation. Either way, it didn’t go unnoticed.

After he boarded the ship, With a sly glint in her eyes, Mathilda approached him and asked him to be her volunteer.

Poor young man blinked, then nodded eagerly. He is now Lab Rat for Mathilda.

Mathilda handed the young man a potion. Tyler accepted it first to examine it—and his eyes widened as a wave of vibrant energy pulsed from the vial.

The potion shimmered in a gorgeous greenish-white hue, patterns like veins weaving through it like leaf blades. It was unlike anything he’d seen.

"The Venation looks Gorgeous." Tyler said.

"This was created using the Life Orbs we recovered from the Labyrinth," Mathilda explained proudly. "Let’s just call it a Life Potion."

"What does it do?" Tyler asked.

"Well... for starters, it grants a hundred years of lifespan with a single dose. Though the effects lessen with each additional use, the first time is... quite miraculous."

She nodded at the young man, who, without hesitation, pulled out a dagger and sliced one of his finger.

Mathilda handed him the potion. He drank it in one gulp. His body immediately reacted—his skin glowed faintly, sweat poured out, and black impurities oozed from his pores. His injuries vanished.

But most strikingly, the severed finger began to regrow, layer by layer, until it was fully restored.

Tyler’s eyes widened in amazement. "It really is a Life Potion... Can it heal internal damage too?"

"Yes, but depending on the level of the Immortal Practitioner, stronger doses may be needed," Mathilda replied.

"What about overdosing?" Tyler asked, curious.

"Hm... not much to worry about. But there’s a small risk—around one percent—of abnormal tissue growth or tumors. Still, any competent Immortal Practitioner can just burn it away and heal themselves," she said with a casual shrug.

Tyler nodded in understanding.

"Alright, let’s talk price. A million Lydia per vial," he suggested.

Mathilda wrinkled her nose. "Too low. This thing gives people an extra century of life. It’s exclusive to us. Minimum—five million Lydia."

"Fine," Tyler agreed. "You get 25% of the profit. The White Merchant Group takes 75%."

Mathilda beamed. "Aye aye, Captain!"

As she turned to leave, she shot the young man a wink. "Here. Take another vial. Go test it somewhere private. See if that other thing grows back after getting chopped."

The young man blushed, clutched the potion, and scurried away like a puppy chasing a dream.

Tyler watched with a flat expression. "You really enjoy toying with people, huh?"

Mathilda tossed her hair and smirked. "Oh? Is someone jealous just because I winked at another man?"

Before she could blink again, Tyler grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

"Oh?" she teased, voice sultry. "Is Captain getting possessive now?"

But Tyler didn’t say anything. He dragged her off toward his room, and Mathilda let him, grinning like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.

After they left, Su Fei’s head slowly appeared from the Deck.

"Soon .. huh?" She Muttered.

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"Where’s the Captain?" Lily asked, glancing around the deck with a slight frown.

Mana appeared out of thin air, floating gracefully beside her. "Mana can feel that Tyler is currently engaged in a fierce battle... most likely in his room, wrestling with some vixens."

Lily’s expression twitched. "Typical. I wonder which Vixen is now."

At that moment, Su Fei walked past them, her expression as cold and composed as ever. Her three fluffy tails swayed behind her.

She paused a little and looked at Mana and Lily.

Mana turned to her and quickly clarified, "Not you."

Su Fei simply tossed them a dismissive glance and continued walking. She just paused because she heard Vixens and thought they were gossiping about her.

Lily sighed. "Anyway, there’s something serious up ahead. We’ve spotted a Titan about a hundred miles from our current course. I’ve already ordered the ship to take a detour to avoid conflict."

Mana tilted her head thoughtfully. "Well, since you’re the vice-captain, you decide. Mana supports you."

Lily smirked slightly at the rare display of support. "Of course I do. I don’t need that lazy pervert to approve my decisions."

"Still," Mana added, crossing her arms, "Mana thinks we should inform the pervert Captain."

Lily scoffed and waved her hand. "Fine. Tell him yourself. I’ve got better things to do."

"Mana is going to his room anyway. Doesn’t Lily want to come too?" she asked innocently, floating a little closer.

Lily stopped in her tracks and turned back sharply, her face heating up just a little. "Hmph! I have my pride. If he wants my first time, he better come crawling to me."

With a dramatic toss of her hair, she turned and stormed off, her boots echoing on the wooden deck.

She vanished in a blink, leaving behind only a faint shimmer of Prana particles.

The wind picked up slightly as the White Pearl shifted its course, the sails adjusting in perfect sync with the commands given by the vice-captain. The crew moved with practiced ease, trusting Lily’s command without question.

Below deck, the atmosphere was starkly different from the calm above. The door to Tyler’s room creaked slightly, and muffled voices—along with the occasional thud—could be heard from within.

But for now, no one dared disturb the Captain’s "battle."

Soon Mana joined the battle, the Battle continued fiercely.