The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 339. Summoning the Ancient Devil

The once-proud cities of Reverse Fate Country was reduced to smoldering ruins.

Buildings stood half-collapsed, streets were painted red with the blood of innocent lives, and the cries of the wounded echoed through the night.

Women clutched their children, shielding them with their bodies. The elderly, unable to flee, knelt and prayed to the heavens, even though the heavens had long abandoned them.

A young boy, no older than seven, stood amidst the bodies of his family, his small hands trembling as he reached for his mother’s cold face.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he whispered, "Mom... wake up... please... wake up..."

Yet no warmth remained in her once-loving embrace.

In another corner of the city, a cultivator stood over a group of civilians. His blade dripped with fresh blood as he raised it again.

"P-Please... spare my son...!" a father begged, shielding his child.

The cultivator sneered, "The heavens have no use for weaklings."

With a swift motion, he brought his sword down.

SPLAT.

Before the blade could reach its target, the cultivator froze, his body suddenly convulsing violently.

Dark veins bulged across his skin as his breathing turned ragged. His sword fell from his grip.

He stumbled forward, blood gushing from his mouth.

"W-What... is this?" he gasped, clawing at his own throat.

A second later, he collapsed, lifeless.

The father, still cradling his son, opened his eyes in shock.

"W-What just happened...?"

"Who... who’s there?! Who dares use cowardly poison?" the commander bellowed, his voice laced with fear spread throughout the country.

That’s when Mathilda appeared.

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"This array was given to me by Tyler," Mathilda murmured, watching the emperor’s relentless slashes. "Like hell he can break through it."

"Mysterious rich boss..." Yuehua muttered under her breath.

The other girls turned to look at her with amusement. Realizing she had spoken out loud, Yuehua’s face flushed red.

"How the heck does he ’rizz’ girls even when he’s not here?" Mathilda sighed, shaking her head.

"Money can make the universe go Big Bang," Astrid added, arms crossed.

As the emperor continued his barrage of sword strikes, the girls stood on the red flying boat, completely unbothered. The barrier surrounding them flickered slightly with each attack but remained unscathed.

After an hour of continuous slashing, Mathilda finally let out a yawn. The emperor, drenched in sweat, panted as his spiritual energy was beginning to deplete. The once-proud cultivator who stood at the Nascent Soul Realm looked at them in disbelief.

"How... is this possible?" Emperor Chang Shengzun muttered, his voice laced with frustration. For the first time in his conquest, fear crept into his heart.

Mathilda smirked. "You done? I was hoping you’d at least crack it a little so this wouldn’t feel like bullying."

The emperor’s eyes blazed with fury. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Thou dost conceal thyself as a turtle dost! Let me see if thou can save these mortals while cowering behind thy shell!"

With a wave of his hand, he commanded his army of cultivators to continue the slaughter.

The soldiers, still standing at a distance, immediately dashed toward the city to resume their massacre. However, the moment they crossed a certain point, their bodies stiffened, their eyes widened in horror, and—one by one—they collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.

The streets, once echoing with screams of terror, now fell into an eerie silence.

A gust of wind carried the faint scent of something sweet yet deadly.

"Oh... I forgot to mention," Mathilda whispered, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "My poisons are still lingering in the air. Be careful."

Yet despite her hushed tone, her voice carried throughout the entire city, reaching the ears of both cultivators and mortals alike.

The soldiers still alive staggered backward in horror.

"Poison... she’s a demon!" one of them shrieked before vomiting blood and collapsing.

The civilians, initially on the verge of despair, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

Their executioners, who had once towered over them with divine arrogance, now lay rotting in the streets like vermin.

In the air, the emperor’s face twisted with uncontrollable rage. He clenched his sword so tightly that the veins on his arm bulged.

"Despicable wench...!" he spat through gritted teeth. But then, controlling himself, he straightened his posture and narrowed his eyes at the girls.

"What dost thou truly desire?" He forced himself to ask.

Mathilda placed a hand on her chin, as if deep in thought. Then, with a sly grin, she answered, "Give me thy 300 wives and 3000 concubines." Her voice was righteous, yet the corner of her lips were visibly drooling.

A sharp bonk landed on her head.

"Ouch!" Mathilda yelped, rubbing the sore spot.

Astrid, the culprit, gave her a deadpan look.

"Be serious," Mana retorted, arms crossed.

"Alright, alright..." Mathilda sighed, straightening her back.

But the emperor was beyond livid. His body trembled in rage.

"Thou dare mock me?!"

Emperor Chang Shengzun roared furiously.

His patience had run out. The humiliation of being unable to break through the barrier, the deaths of his soldiers, and the girls’ nonchalant attitude—all of it pushed him beyond his limits. He had no choice but to use his trump card.

High above the battlefield, a massive formation began to take shape, its glowing inscriptions spinning rapidly. Ancient symbols flickered in the sky, filling the air with an ominous hum.

"With all the flesh, bones, blood, and souls thy hath collected," the emperor chanted, his voice echoing, "I summon the Ancient Devil!"

The sky turned red.

The world shook.

A suffocating pressure descended upon the city, causing even the strongest cultivators to stumble.

A voice—deep, arrogant, and filled with contempt—rumbled across the heavens.

"Useless! Canst thou not even sacrifice an entire world properly? Thou hast not even cleared 15% of the mortal population, yet thou summoneth me? Pathetic!"

The voice carried a sinister aura, making every soul tremble in instinctual fear. frёeωebɳovel.com

The red clouds twisted and churned as a monstrous figure emerged from the swirling energy.

It had a humanoid appearance, yet its mehendi-colored skin shimmered unnaturally. Six piercing eyes glowed like molten lava. Sharp teeth protruded from the corners of its unnaturally wide mouth. It had four muscular arms, a long lizard-like tail, and massive bat-like wings stretching into the crimson sky.

The Ancient Devil had arrived.

"I will dissipate in few hours. With pitiful amount of blood and souls you can only summon my soul not revive me." He glared at Emperor.

Mathilda tilted her head. "Ancient Devil?"

Yuehua paled. "How could this be? He was a calamity that appeared 100,000 years ago. How can he be revived?"

Mana folded her arms. "Could it be that this ’Ancient Devil’ is an idiot?"

"Eh?" Yuehua blinked.

"Probably." Astrid nodded in agreement.

Mana smirked. "He just explained his own situation like a fool. He admitted that he’s only been summoned and not fully revived. He even told us how long he can last in this form. What kind of idiot tells the enemy their time limit?"

Mathilda nodded sagely. "Yeah, not the smartest devil out there."

Yuehua’s mouth twitched. These three girls were joking—even before a legendary calamity!

Meanwhile, Emperor Chang Shengzun bowed deeply to the towering Ancient Devil.

"Please forgive me, Master. Help me kill them," he pleaded.

The Ancient Devil snorted and turned his six glowing eyes toward the girls.

"I cannot sense spiritual qi from you," he murmured, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Instead, I sense another type of energy... You are not from this world."

Mathilda yawned. "He said he had only limited time, right?"

Mana nodded. "Yes."

"Then why is he wasting his time speaking nonsense?" Mathilda asked lazily.

The Ancient Devil’s eyes twitched.

Unlike the emperor, the devil did not get enraged by their insults. Instead, he watched them with vigilance.

Then, a sinister smile spread across his monstrous face.

"If this is all you have," he said coldly, "then you can die."

With a clap of his hands, the sky ignited. A storm of fire and wind surged toward the flying boat like a cataclysmic wave. The sheer force sent tremors through the city, and the barrier around the boat shook violently.

Emperor Chang Shengzun grinned with delight.

The Ancient Devil smirked. "Hmph... It was able to block one attack. Not bad."

Without hesitation, he attacked again, his four arms conjuring destruction. Flames roared. Dark lightning crackled. The city below trembled as the sheer force of his power distorted space itself.

The mortals watching from below fell to their knees. Their faces were pale, their hearts filled with despair.

Even cultivators who had once held hope trembled in fear.

Could they really survive this calamity?

Would this be the end of Reverse Fate Country?

As the next attack crashed down, the sky was filled with smoke.

The devil laughed.

But when the smoke dissipated—his laughter stopped.

The emperor froze.

The flying boat remained untouched.

A new barrier had appeared. The girls stood unharmed.

The Ancient Devil’s expression darkened.

The emperor’s eyes were filled with horror.

"Let’s see how many formations you have!" The devil snarled, his six eyes burning with rage.

He attacked again.

His four arms moved simultaneously, conjuring devastating spells and ancient curses—each strong enough to wipe out nations.

Yet, each time his attacks connected, a new barrier emerged.

Mathilda smirked. " Quantity is never a problem for us."