The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 372 - 371. Su Fei Seduces Mathilda?

"Wow... that’s a lot of fish," Mathilda said, her voice a mix of amusement and awe as she walked down the corridor.

In one arm, she carried a box full of suspicious flasks with handwritten labels like "Vibration Pills," "One Drop Coming," and "Tyler’s Yogurt." The bottles sloshed and clinked against each other, emanating strange glows and occasional puffs of vapor. She paused mid-step, blinking in surprise at the sight before her.

Floating in the hallway was a perfect sphere of water. Inside the sphere were dozens of live fish—silver-scaled, gold-finned, and some with tiny magical sparks flickering on their tails. The ball of water drifted behind Su Fei, who stood at its center, holding it in place with a casual flick of her fingers and a subtle breeze of wind magic.

She glanced at Mathilda with mild curiosity.

The moment their eyes met, something clicked.

For a brief second, Mathilda’s irises turned a soft pink, and her expression slackened into one of dreamy admiration. Her footsteps slowed. Her grip on the flasks loosened, though she didn’t drop them. She stared at Su Fei as the most beautiful being she had ever seen.

Without a word, Mathilda leaned forward.

Su Fei used her Charm Ability.

It had been decades—no, centuries—since she last used her Charm Ability, a power born from her pure and noble Fox bloodline. She had meant only to cast a harmless flicker of it as a joke, to test if the allure still worked after many Decades.

Apparently, it did.

She instinctively stepped back and dismissed the charm ability.

But then something unexpected happened.

Mathilda didn’t snap out of it.

Instead, she closed the remaining distance—and kissed her.

Their lips met softly at first, then firmly.

Then Mathilda’s tongue pried into Su Fei’s mouth.

Su Fei’s eyes widened in pure shock. For a moment, her mind went blank. The ball of water behind her lost cohesion and exploded into a splash of fish, drenching the deck and releasing a chaotic flapping of scales and fins across the corridor.

She pulled back, stunned, staring at Mathilda who licked her lips and little bit of Su Fei’s salvia that is sticking on her lips with satisfaction.

"Did... did my charm still have an effect?" Su Fei murmured to herself in disbelief, watching Mathilda’s gaze filled with lustful obsession.

"Nope," Mathilda said, smiling as she adjusted the flasks in her arm like nothing had happened. "I just wanted to kiss you, darling. When you tried that enticement trick on me, I figured—why not go with the flow? And now, you can’t run off to Tyler like those slave girls inside the pocket dimension and complaint that I sexually harassed you."

She leaned closer and whispered in Su Fei’s ear, "Come to my room tonight... if you’re free."

She then touched Su Fei tails.

Su Fei blinked, at a loss for words.

With that, Mathilda turned on her heel and walked away, her box of questionable alchemical flasks bouncing against her hip as she disappeared down the corridor, humming a tune.

Su Fei stood still, expression unreadable.

"Weirdo," she muttered under her breath. A slight blush crept into her cheeks.

Her gaze dropped to the soaked floor, where dozens of fish flopped in confusion. Some tried to wriggle toward her boot, others blinked glowing eyes as they gasped for water.

With a wave of her hand, a delicate ripple spread through the air. Time reversed. The water droplets suspended midair, rising like raindrops in reverse. The fish, once scattered, gathered themselves and swam backward into the forming orb of water. The puddles vanished, leaving the corridor dry and untouched.

Within seconds, everything had returned to its original state. The sphere of water floated once more, serene and sparkling, filled with lively, blinking fish.

Su Fei stared at it, then looked down the hall where Mathilda had disappeared. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"I’ve lived centuries, mastered wind and time... and yet, I never seen a pervert like this."

She sighed and resumed walking, the sphere trailing obediently behind her.

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Tyler was sent flying across the grassy training ground inside the ship’s pocket dimension, a sharp crack echoing in the air. Lily’s lightning whip had struck him square in the chest, and his body tumbled before hitting the barrier wall with a dull thud. His face was bruised, and his robes slightly scorched.

Groaning, Tyler sat up and uncorked a bottle of enchanted water, splashing it onto his face. The cool liquid shimmered as it touched his skin, healing his bruises. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up with a sigh.

Above them, Serena floated lazily in the air, one leg crossed over the other, as she monitored the sparring match with her signature analytical detachment. "Your cultivation has been suppressed to 1-star Grandmaster Level for training purposes," she noted. "Despite that, you can use both Prana and Aura. Theoretically, you should overpower Lily, who only uses Aura. But the results clearly say otherwise. According to my analysis, you lack structured combat technique and refined magical skill."

Tyler wiped the remaining water from his face and sighed. "Ouch. That was too accurate. Couldn’t you sugarcoat it just a little?"

Serena blinked. "Sugarcoating dilutes progress."

He groaned. "Right... Of course."

In truth, she wasn’t wrong. Tyler’s only structured combat move was the infamous Five Steps of Doom, which involved him channeling Aura into his body, taking five thunderous steps forward, boxing the enemy in with an ice wall, and delivering a final punch empowered with sheer brute force. His other technique was Brain Freeze, an advanced mental attack that bombarded the opponent’s mind with the sensation of a thousand icy needles—more of a disruption move than a finishing one.

Beyond that? Nothing. Sure, he could activate Mode: Dragon, gaining scales and boosted physical abilities. But even that came down to relying on sheer force rather than skill.

His weapons, like the Copper Ladle and the Spear of Abyss, were powerful artifacts. But truth be told, Tyler didn’t have any formal training with either. He just used one to take the things from far and uses another to attack the enemies from far.

"I mean, c’mon," Tyler muttered, "most of the time, When in trouble, I just spam charms and arrays. I called it Tyler’s Secret move - Battle Spendthrift."

Lily chuckled as she plopped down beside him. "At least you’re honest about it. But if you’re serious about getting better, I can teach you some basic combat techniques. Real ones. No more charm-spamming."

Tyler looked at her, a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You think I have potential?"

She gave him a side glance. "We’ll find out soon enough."

Five minutes later...

"Alright... I take that back," Tyler wheezed, flat on his back, arms spread out. "I’m a Grandmaster who specializes in both Prana and Aura, and I still can’t fight worth a damn."

Lily smirked. "Now you’re just being dramatic."

Even though Tyler was joking, he felt a twinge of frustration. His talents lay elsewhere— Arrays and business. When it came to actual fighting, he preferred to delegate. That’s why he had hired those Grandmaster-level bodyguards back during his journey through the Abyss. They were now stationed across continent and various southern islands, protecting his businesses. Their main job was to respond to distress calls, solve problems quietly, and rotate between islands to ensure order.

Meanwhile, Tyler just handled logistics, finances, and the occasional explosive trap or clever negotiation.

As Serena hovered above, she paused for a moment, tilting her head. "Captain. The Level 3 Fishery is within range."

"Oh? Already?" Tyler sat up. "I was half-expecting a pirate ambush before we got there."

Serena nodded slowly. "They did try. One pirate ship approached. It will not be getting a second chance in this life."

Tyler blinked. "Wait, what?"

Outside the pocket dimension, chaos unfolded in the dark sea beneath the soft glow of three moons.

A pirate vessel—large, rusted, and lined with crude cannons—was desperately attempting to flee. Their ship had activated every magical barrier and emergency sail, but it was too late.

From the bow of the White Pearl, Tyler’s flagship, a shimmering array flared to life. Runes pulsed as a magic circle formed, drawing water from the ocean and concentrating it into a high-pressure jet cannon.

With a deafening boom, the stream blasted forward like a liquid spear, slicing through the pirate ship’s defenses and splintering the hull like it was made of brittle glass. Within seconds, the ship was in ruins, sinking beneath the waves as most of pirates were torn into pieces.

Back inside the training field, Tyler closed the screen which was displaying what is happening outside, "Damn. Remind me not to piss off my own ship."

There is hint pride in his tone.

Lily just rolled her eyes.

Serena added, "We’ll arrive at the fishery in ten minutes. No further threats detected for now."

As the training session wrapped up, Tyler stretched and glanced at the sky, where constellations twinkled. They are not real, but it’s fun to watch.

He knew he had a lot to learn and lacks a lot in Combat.

Until then... he’d stick with his secret technique – "Battle Spendthrift."