The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 381. Small Shopping in the Tent

In a dimly lit alley on Fun Streak Island, the laughter and music from the main streets faded into an eerie silence. A group of unsavory men with wicked grins slowly surrounded a lone girl at the alley’s dead end. She stood calmly, her long silver hair catching the faint glow of the streetlamp above. Delicate fox ears twitched atop her head, and three fluffy tails swayed gently behind her.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" one of the men sneered, licking his lips. "Did the festival send us a little treat?"

The girl’s golden eyes scanned them lazily, her expression blank—bored, even. She didn’t flinch as the men drew closer, each step filled with malice.

Moments later, the girl strolled out of the alley with the same indifferent expression, brushing dust off her outfit as if nothing had happened. Behind her, the once-lively alley was now a silent tomb. Lifeless bodies sprawled across the cobblestones, eyes wide with terror, as though they’d never even realized how close they were to death.

With a sigh, she flicked her wrist and her fox ears and tails faded into nothing, hidden by illusion magic. The disguise was necessary. Her appearance drew far too much attention on this island of vice and curiosity.

"No point in keeping them out. It’s just a bother," she muttered to herself.

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps before another group of thugs appeared from around a corner, faces flushed from alcohol and their minds drunk with desire.

"Hehe... Looks like we got a cutie wandering alone," one of them chuckled, elbowing his friend. "You lost, sweetheart?"

The girl—Su Fei—sighed again, visibly disappointed. "Is there really no end to this?"

Without a word, she turned and walked down another alley, this one narrower and darker than the last. The thugs grinned and followed, already fantasizing about what they’d do.

They never came back out.

Not a scream was heard. Not a struggle. Only silence.

Su Fei emerged once more, adjusting the collar of her robe. She didn’t even glance back at the bodies. Her steps were unhurried, her posture relaxed. Despite the island’s vibrant colors and festive air, Island where Pirates base is nothing but dangerous.

She wasn’t with Tyler’s group—not today. She had wandered off earlier to explore on her own, curious about the Fun Streak Island. She got bored quickly after looking around. The entire place was trapped in a state of constant festivity, like a never-ending carnival.

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Meanwhile, Tyler and the others stepped through the grand entrance of the Circus Tent. The air inside was thick with a heady mix of spices, alcohol, and magic. Beneath their feet, the floor felt soft, like tightly stretched fabric. In fact, the entire place was covered in the same strange material—rich and resilient, reminiscent of a circus canopy but reinforced with enchantments. Unlike the playful image from the outside, the interior was vast and layered, like a small city thriving under a single colossal tent.

"Feels like we’re walking on a giant drum," Tyler muttered, bouncing his heel on the fabric. "It’s held together by spatial compression arrays and enchantments, huh,".

Alna replied casually. "Much bigger on the inside than it looks."

"Yeah ... That’s what those array does." But Tyler didn’t say that loudly.

At the entry, a small ticket booth sat to one side, glowing with soft runes. A man in a flamboyant outfit and thick clown makeup leaned lazily against the window, blowing smoke rings with a hooked pipe.

"To go deeper into the tent’s first floor, we need to buy tickets," Alna explained, already fishing a pouch from her robe.

Tyler stepped forward and paid some Lydia. For someone like him, it was pocket change. The clown-like attendant handed them a stack of ornate tickets, each adorned with vibrant ink and sealed with a magical shimmer.

"Enjoy your stay," the man said with a crooked grin that never reached his eyes.

As the group walked further inside, the atmosphere changed. The deeper sections of the tent were divided into elaborate zones. The first area resembled a rowdy tavern—a pirate pub bustling with activity. Wooden tables, tankards overflowing with frothy brews, and crude laughter filled the space. Dozens of pirates, adventurers, and wanderers filled the room. Fully Naked women danced atop tables, their bodies coated in shimmering, multicolored paint from head to toe, gliding with hypnotic rhythm to lively fiddle music. Their movements were captivating, drawing eyes and coin alike.

Many Pirates threw Lydia Notes towards the dancers.

Lily rolled her eyes. "This place has all the charm of a drunk goblin’s dream."

Past the tavern was a marketplace. Unlike the usual merchant stalls outside, this place was on a whole different level. Rich scents drifted through the air—sizzling spices, rare fruits, and incense made from alchemical herbs. Rare ingredients were displayed on floating trays and glass cases, lit with hovering lanterns that shifted colors. Crates of crystal rice, stacks of mutated golden truffles, and jars filled with preserved phoenix-chicken eggs and abyss fish scales lined the stalls.

Darla was practically sparkling with excitement.

Nearby, Mathilda’s attention was captured by rare spiritual herbs—some still pulsing with life inside sealed containers. She was already bargaining with a merchant, her eyes gleaming like a dragon spotting treasure.

Tyler wandered a bit and found himself in front of something... massive.

A giant, cleaved head.

It sat on a metal pedestal behind a low barrier, carefully preserved. The head alone stood eleven feet tall, its skin leathery and gray with time, though still emanating a faint magical aura. The beast’s face was twisted in a final snarl, green eyes like gemstones frozen in death. Its tusks were long and cracked, and a deep, clean slash marked its forehead from brow to jaw.

"A Titan..." Tyler murmured, narrowing his eyes.

A group of pirates nearby were casually leaning against a barrel, all of them bearing clown tattoos in different styles. One had his mark inked across his bald head, another on his forearm. Lily came to stand beside Tyler, arms crossed.

She studied the head and smirked. "Oh, isn’t this the one that forced us to detour."

"Ha... was it? I might’ve been asleep," Tyler replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Lily gave him a knowing look. "You were sleeping.... with girls." freēwēbnovel.com

Tyler looked away and said, "That’s a one nice slash."

She turned her focus back to the beast. "This one was killed with a single slash," she remarked with certainty.

The pirates nearby looked at her in surprise. One of them, the bald man with the clown tattoo on his head, stepped forward and grinned.

"Yes! This young lady has sharp eyes," he said proudly. "That beast was terrorizing travelers near the array. Our captain took care of it himself. One clean strike—just one card was all it took."

"Card?" Tyler raised an eyebrow, inspecting the wound more closely. It was impossibly clean, as if the creature’s head had been sliced like silk.

"Yes, a card! That’s our captain’s weapon. It might sound funny, but it’s deadly. His deck isn’t ordinary. Every card is a deadly, make sure never get marked by it .... These cards are .... ," the pirate boasted and started Yapping.

As the pirate kept bragging, Mathilda returned, carrying a floating tray of herbs and sealed scrolls. She glanced at the massive head, then at the pirates.

"Tyler, buy the Titan’s head—especially those eyes. I can use them for refining nectar and elemental vision pills," she said, clearly interested.

Without waiting for his response, she looked at the bald pirate. "Hey, Clown Head. Where do you sell Immortal Dream Substances? I heard your tent has the finest quality."

"Clown Hea—" the pirate blinked, caught between pride and offense. He coughed and pointed down a long aisle lined with shimmering curtains. "That way, miss."

"Thanks," she said briskly and strutted off, her tray floating behind her.

Tyler sighed and turned to Lily. "Why do girls who shop never store their stuff in storage devices?"

"To show off, obviously," Lily replied with a grin. "What’s the point of shopping if no one sees what you bought?"

Tyler sighed in resignation, finally giving up on making sense of it all.

Without bothering to haggle, he casually purchased the entire Titan’s head, which still gave off a faint pressure. As he was preparing to store it inside his pocket dimension, he noticed Darla approaching. Floating beside her were several trays loaded with exotic ingredients—crystal-like fruits, shimmering roots, and even a few herbs that glowed faintly under the tent’s dim light.

She looked cheerful, practically glowing with satisfaction, but what caught Tyler’s attention was that none of it was being stored. The trays hovered around her like a parade of prized trophies. Not a single item had been tucked away.

He glanced at the massive cleaved Titan head in his hands, then back at Darla.

Alna walked by, carrying her own bundle of visible shopping bags.

’Should I just carry this head around too... to show off?’ he thought, half-serious, half-bewildered.