The Rich Cultivator

Suzuka’s eyelids twitched as faint moans drifted out from Tyler’s bedroom.

"So the rumors were true..." she muttered with a helpless sigh.

As Tyler’s temporary guard, she was supposed to remain nearby. Then she remembered what he had said before entering the room.

"You can leave if you want. Just come back tomorrow."

Suzuka glanced at the tightly shut door again.

"Couldn’t he at least put up a sound isolation array?"

She rubbed her forehead.

"We were supposed to continue looking for a storage ring too..."

Everything had been delayed because of those three vixens Yun Feng had left behind.

Letting out another sigh, Suzuka turned around.

Hazel was still sitting at the table, quietly eating plate after plate of food as though nothing else in the world mattered.

Suzuka walked over and sat beside her.

Watching Hazel finish another dish, she hesitated for a moment before asking,

"Hazel... with how much you’ve been eating... have you ever... gone to the toilet?"

Hazel blinked in confusion and tilted her head.

Suzuka immediately regretted asking.

"...Never mind."

She gently grabbed Hazel’s hand before collecting several bags of spirit stones from the table.

"Hazel, can you take me back to the sect?"

Hazel nodded without hesitation.

Tyler had already instructed her to help Suzuka whenever she asked.

Suzuka looked Hazel up and down.

"If we’re returning like this... people will definitely ask questions."

After thinking for a while, she returned to Tyler’s room (other one ofcourse) and borrowed one of his spare outer disciple uniforms. A few moments later, Hazel had changed into it.

The loose uniform covered most of her figure, making her look less like a noble young lady and more like an ordinary disciple.

Suzuka nodded in satisfaction.

"Much better."

Tyler’s identity token was still attached to the uniform, and Hazel also carried Tyler’s aura. Even if someone checked, they would simply assume she was accompanying him.

"Let’s go."

Hazel held Suzuka’s hand.

The mysterious pendant flashed faintly.

The two disappeared from the inn.

...

When they reappeared, they were already outside the Dark Forest Society’s mountain gate.

Suzuka looked around before letting out a breath of relief.

"We’re back."

She looked at Hazel.

"Can you teleport again?"

Hazel shook her head before patting her stomach.

"You’ve exhausted your energy?"

Hazel nodded.

"You need more spirit stones."

Suzuka immediately understood.

Holding Hazel’s hand, she entered the sect without attracting much attention.

Her first destination was the Outer Court Formation Hall.

Unfortunately, the person she wanted to see wasn’t there.

"Senior Brother Kaito hasn’t come today?"

One of the disciples shook his head.

Suzuka thanked him before hurrying towards the Inner Court.

She went straight to Kaito’s residence, but once again found the room empty.

A trace of disappointment flashed across her face.

Without disturbing anyone, she rented a secure storage locker, placed the bags of spirit stones inside, and left the key together with a note at Kaito’s residence.

"At least he’ll receive them."

Only then did she head back towards her own courtyard with Hazel following behind.

Since Inner Court disciples each had their own residence, the path was much quieter than the Outer Court.

However, just as they approached Suzuka’s house, several female disciples spotted them from a distance.

"Isn’t that Senior Sister Suzuka?"

One of them rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"She... she’s dragging an Outer Court disciple into her room?"

Another girl’s eyes immediately lit up.

"No way! Doesn’t she already have Senior Brother Kaito?"

From where they stood, they could only see Hazel’s short hair and the outer disciple uniform. None of them recognized who it really was.

Within moments, whispers began spreading among the nearby disciples.

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Back in Tyler’s bedroom, a few minutes before Suzuka departed...

The three women Yun Feng had left behind quietly removed their veils.

Tyler was momentarily surprised.

"They’re triplets..."

The three sisters looked almost identical. Each possessed delicate features, petite figures, and graceful curves. Their matching appearances made it difficult to tell them apart at first glance. More importantly, Tyler could sense that all three had already reached the Ninth Stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

Without waiting for instructions, two sisters sat beside Tyler while the third boldly settled onto his lap.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a playful smile.

"Young Master Tyler..." she whispered. "Why are you looking at us like that?"

Tyler smiled faintly.

"I was just curious."

"Curious about what?"

"You three..." Tyler looked at them one by one. "What kind of relationship do you have with Yun Feng?"

The girl on his lap leaned a little closer, a teasing smile appearing on her lips.

"Is Young Master Tyler... jealous?"

Tyler chuckled.

"Jealous?"

He lowered his voice slightly.

"I simply find it hard to believe any man could keep three beauties like you around and never become interested."

The words made the girl’s ears turn slightly red.

The two sisters beside him exchanged glances before quietly moving a little closer.

After a brief silence, the eldest sister finally spoke.

"We weren’t born into the Yun Family."

She lowered her gaze.

"The three of us were purchased by Young Master Yun from a brothel in a mortal city."

The sister on Tyler’s right continued the story.

"Ever since then, we’ve simply followed him everywhere. To outsiders, we’re little more than ornaments that accompany him."

"He has never touched us," the third sister added softly. "Because of his cultivation method, he cannot indulge in worldly desires before reaching the next realm."

A trace of loneliness flashed across all three of their faces.

Tyler rubbed his chin.

"So... he’s actually a decent person?"

The three sisters exchanged bitter smiles.

"Not exactly."

The girl on Tyler’s lap shook her head.

"To him, we’re still possessions."

"If he meets someone he considers worthy of befriending, he’ll gift people like us away."

She sighed softly.

"It isn’t just us. Over the years, he’s bought many boys and girls from mortal cities and given them away as servants or attendants."

Tyler blinked.

"So... he’s a good guy... but also a bad guy?"

None of the three answered.

Instead, the atmosphere in the room gradually turned quieter.

The sister sitting on Tyler’s right broke the silence with a gentle smile.

"Well... enough talking."

She looked at Tyler expectantly.

"Young Master Tyler, shall we begin?"

Tyler smiled back, though his expression remained calm.

"Before that... answer one question for me."

The three sisters looked at him curiously.

"Who is the person Yun Feng has been searching for?"

The girl on his lap giggled.

"You’re asking something our Young Master considers a secret."

She lightly brushed a kiss against his lips before looking into his eyes with a playful smile.

"If Young Master Tyler can defeat the three of us..." she whispered, "perhaps we’ll tell you everything."