The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 410. Renovation

Nine Months After the Fall of Clown

Fun Streak Island had changed.

Nine months after the fall of the infamous Clown and the destruction of The Circus, the island had undergone a complete transformation.

Just as before Colorful buildings painted in pastel hues lined the cobbled pathways, while laughter echoed from the newly built rollercoasters, giant wheels, and towering water slides. It had become a true theme park—just like Tyler had envisioned.

Yes, Tyler White had decided to make this island live up to its name—a real Fun Streak Island.

That decision had been made three months after the circus’s downfall. Initially, Tyler had intended to continue his journey after stabilizing the Level 3 Fishery nearby. As for Fun Streak Island, he planned to leave it as it was, since technically, it belonged to the Sky Dragon Palace—one of the factions under the vast dominion of the Dragon King.

But fate had other plans.

One day, Tyler received a guest from the Sky Dragon Palace. The visitor was a Dragonion, a half-dragon humanoid with piercing golden eyes and scales that shimmered faintly under the sunlight.

He wore a ceremonial robe with a massive "Tian" (Tian, meaning sky) embroidered on the back, coiled by a silver dragon.

To Tyler’s surprise, the Dragonion had no intention of reclaiming the island.

"The Sky Dragon Palace no longer has interest in this land," he had said with a polite bow. "The clown’s fall severed its connection to us. We offer you the chance to buy it."

Tyler didn’t hesitate. He bought the island outright—for 25 million Lydia.

It might’ve seemed overpriced to some, but Tyler knew the truth: the island was built upon an ancient formation. That formation, which blanketed the island in protective pink mist, was a relic from an ancient Era. Just the formation alone was worth the cost.

With ownership secured, Tyler wasted no time.

He brought in top-tier engineers, designers, and architects from the Ixalaria Continent. Due to the recent Abyss Breakout, many professionals were eager to work overseas, away from the mainland chaos. They came quickly and eagerly.

One of Tyler’s most ambitious projects was building a chain of teleportation hubs—Waypoint Terminals—which would allow visitors from all over the world to travel to Fun Streak Island instantly. Just like he once suggested the Clown.

It took nine months, but the project was finally complete.

Now, with the White Pearl scheduled to resume its voyage in a month, the crew could relax and enjoy the fruits of their hard work.

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In a luxurious room at the heart of the island, Tyler sipped tea from a delicate porcelain cup as the ocean breeze fluttered through the open balcony.

"Ah... I wanted to attend the Blueberry Muffin Fest on Blueberry Island," Darla sighed as she set a tray of pastries on the table. "But we got delayed for so long."

Tyler leaned back with a content smile, taking another sip. "Mmm... This tea’s amazing."

"It’s called Cherry Blossom Tea," Darla beamed proudly. "It’s one of the most beloved blends in the Eastern Isles. But there’s also Northern Spring—they say it’s the most expensive tea in the world. I’d love to try it someday."

"You really like food topics, don’t you?" Tyler teased with a chuckle.

"Of course! I’m a cook," she said with a dramatic hand over her chest. "My eyes are always on ingredients, spices, vegetables, meats..."

Tyler leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Do you want to see my meat?"

Before she could respond, he pulled her into his arms.

The door, which had been slightly ajar, slammed shut with a loud bam.

"...That was Lily, wasn’t it?" Tyler muttered, blinking toward the door.

"Obviously," Darla replied, raising an eyebrow. "You flirt with every girl on the ship, but you’ve never made a real move on her. Of course she’s angry."

"I’m not dense, you know," Tyler said, scratching his head. "I did try to make a move."

Darla leaned forward, suddenly interested. "Oh? What happened?"

"S-she kicked me in the gut," Tyler admitted, placing a hand over his stomach as if the pain still lingered. "I went flying across the deck."

Darla burst into laughter. "No way! What did you do? Did you start with your usual—’fiendish claws Secret Techniques – Nine Heaven Gropes’?"

Tyler groaned. "No! I just gave her a soft peck on the cheek. Nothing indecent. But she acted like I’d declared war on her ancestors."

Darla shook her head, still laughing. "She must be wrestling with something. Give her time."

"Yeah... I’ll wait," Tyler murmured, staring at the teacup. "She’s worth the wait."

There was a pause, soft and thoughtful, before Darla suddenly leaned in with a smirk. "Anyway, since you mentioned meat... now I’m craving it."

She reached over, picked up a spoon from the table, and—with the flick of her wrist—hurled it toward the door. It hit the lock with a click, sealing it shut.

Tyler blinked. "That was a great shot."

"Shhh." Darla pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes gleaming. "I know something with even better shots."

And then...

Well, everything happened.

The tea cooled, the pastries remained untouched, and the locked room echoed with something much warmer than laughter or music—a moment they wouldn’t forget.

┉┈ ◈ ◉ ◈ ┈┉

"Wow, your legs look amazing in that skirt," Ling Tian said with a smile.

"You should see them without the skirt," the young lady winked.

"..."

Ling Tian blinked, puzzled. "Why would you take off your legs?"

"..."

The air grew still.

The female disciple stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Her seductive smirk slowly vanished into an expression of utter disbelief.

Inside her Adobe, the Sect Master Han Bing watched the exchange, sipping her tea. When she heard Ling Tian’s completely earnest response, she couldn’t hold back a laugh. It rang out like a bell through the courtyard.

"Good heavens, he’s completely dense," she muttered under her breath.

Han Bing shook her head, smiling. "He’s probably one of those men who only realize a girl liked them, fifty years later..."

She then glanced over the bustling Star Reflection Ocean Sect. The sect had been marked by enemies once again—but it wasn’t the first time. As always, she waited until the final moment, then made her move and wiped out the opposition in a single, decisive strike.

The flustered disciple stormed off, cheeks burning with frustration. Ling Tian scratched his head, staring after her, genuinely confused.

"Did I say something wrong?" he muttered, shrugging as he made his way to his quarters. On the way, he glanced toward the Fiery Garden where the Typhoon Pyreflower is.

Then, he gently closed the wooden door behind him. The scent of incense and old books filled the room, giving it a calming air. But his tranquility was immediately shattered by the presence of someone sitting cross-legged in the center of the room.

It was Han Bing herself.

"Senior!" Ling Tian quickly straightened and bowed respectfully.

She rose to her feet, her robes flowing like moonlight. "You remember you owe me a favor, don’t you? After all, I did save the sect."

Ling Tian stood tall. "Of course, Senior. Just tell me what you need."

She paced to the side of the room, eyes glinting with thought. "There’s a rising merchant group from the South. They’re quite peculiar. Not long ago, they defeated one of the pirate group called — Circus — and took over their base, the so-called Fun Streak Island."

Ling Tian raised an eyebrow. "Fun Streak Island?"

"Yes. Ridiculous name, but don’t underestimate it. More importantly, there’s a rumor floating around... This Merchant group is planning to release a potion—something called the ’Life Potion.’"

Ling Tian’s brows furrowed. "Life Potion?"

Han Bing’s tone lowered, now serious. "It’s said that a single dose grants a hundred years of life. The effect reduces with each subsequent dose, but even one is enough to heal internal wounds and regrow lost limbs."

Ling Tian’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Such a miracle potion exists?"

"It’s probably made using ancient ingredients, possibly items from forbidden regions or lost ruins. I don’t expect large-scale availability—if this is real, there won’t be many. I want one."

Ling Tian nodded solemnly. "Understood. I will do my best to secure one for you."

Han Bing paused, then added, "Also... If you can, arrange an appointment with the alchemist who created the potion. I want to meet them myself. The Merchant call themselves White Merchant Group"

As the words left her lips, her figure shimmered and disappeared, vanishing without a trace.

Ling Tian stood alone in the room, deep in thought.

But behind that calm expression, his heart was curious. Not just about the potion—but the faction itself.

"White Merchant Group... Why does that sound a little familiar?" Ling Tian muttered, scratching his head. He shook the thought away, deciding not to dwell on it for now.

The seas were vast and unpredictable, filled with countless factions—pirates, adventurers, rogue cultivators, cunning merchants and powerful mercenary guilds.

Everyone has stories, but only those who are unique will make waves.