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The Rich Cultivator

In the face of absolute strength, every scheme proves futile. Yet, acquiring such strength demands substantial resources. Resources? Wealth? 'Money is the last thing I care about,' – Tyler White. “Fellow Daoist, what are your superpowers again?” “I am rich.” (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ 

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21. Traveling

On the west of the Domain under Profound Blossom Sect in Dark Grassland was a stretch of 'The Great Rift' that was covered by fog across the entire year. Within it was an indistinct, spooky village and beside it was a place like utopia.

The cultivators who came and went in the sect were either covered by formation or talisman or mounting an extraordinary beast. Every time they entered or left the palace, they would feel a chilling sense of the fog covering it. It was supposed to be spring now but due to the fog in the Dark Grassland, chills always ran down people's spine. One can feel the coldness of this Qi when nearing the village.

One White coloured Flying boat is travelling towards the Dark Grassland. It is Tyler's flying boat. Inside the Flying Boat Priscilla is driving while Tyler, Chen Xi and another disciple called Chi were talking about strategy and other stuff.