Seducing Goddesses With My Infinite Wealth-Chapter 132: Cultivator Murdered Immortals Because They Wanted to Peg Him.
Chapter 132 - Cultivator Murdered Immortals Because They Wanted to Peg Him.
Spirit Stone Realm
This world had long been publicized to outsiders. The sect thrived on mining spirit stones from this world while they collected taxes from outsiders. However, the safety level of this world has drastically dropped due to the presence of rogue cultivators and selfish individuals who chose to remain there instead of leaving.
The team of dragonewts had already entered the world. Chaos would soon ensue.
Fu Tong arrived at the realm. At the entrance, he found a team of celestial foxes in human disguise. As usual, they were busy crushing large blue boulders into smaller pieces to refine them into usable spirit stones. Based on observation, the boulders in their possession were worth 3,000,000 spirit stones.
Despite the value, Fu Tong respected their work and left them to their own devices. He flew toward his secret hideout.
Along the way, Fu Tong found a few dragonewts, who were searching for a place to settle down. He also spotted sneaky rogue cultivators who lurked in a cavern system.
They also noticed Fu Tong’s presence. Before Fu Tong rushed down to remove them, a team of three men flew up and intercepted him. Surprisingly, they had a similar cultivation as Fu Tong—The soul amalgamation stage. The only difference was their levels.
Fu Tong was a level 95 while they were level 9.
"Hold it right there, junior!"
The trio surrounded Fu Tong and brandished their weapons. They all sneered, believing in their number advantage.
Fu Tong inhaled deeply and smiled back. "What’s up, trash?"
"Hah?" The men’s expressions turned to ridicule. One of them laughed at Fu Tong. "You must either be stupid or crazy. Are you aware of how fucked you are?"
Fu Tong snickered and pretended to be oblivious. "Well, yes. I’m an idiot. Who are you? What do you want?"
The three men puffed their chests and scratched their groins, anticipating some fun. "Ever heard of the Demonic Cult, silly boy?"
"Ah..."
Fu Tong clapped his hands. He forgot about this filler organization. They were supposed to appear in the fourth Chapter if Pei Guihong survived until then.
Demonic Cult was not their true organization’s name. Their real name was Empyrean Demonic Cult, where Pei Guihong originated from. They were all trained dual cultivators, but some of them were capable of dual cultivating with fellow cultivators of the same gender.
Empyrean Demonic Cult dissolved themselves in the other routes. However, in case Pei Guihong returned to the immortal realm, the cult would rise, and they would join forces with Xia Chen in the fourth Chapter.
Finding the henchmen of the cult here reminded Fu Tong of the lurking danger and the butterfly effects he had caused. He understood what to do.
"So, you sissies are from the cult. Got it. Anyway, where is the cult? What should I do if I want to join them?"
The men licked their lips and grinned. Their leader proposed.
"First, take off your pants and reveal your butt!"
Fu Tong sighed and shook his head. "I’d rather be called homophobic than have my butt’s virginity taken. You see, only my beloved wives can peg me."
"What?"
Fu Tong unsheathed the Divine Feather Sword and swung it. Three silver lines flashed, leaving behind afterimages. The men’s heads fell from their necks, and their souls dissipated into dust.
As their bodies fell, Fu Tong waved his fingers and unequipped their spatial rings. He unlocked them and found small and large spirit stones inside. Based on the value, they had collected about three million spirit stones.
"Nice."
At first, Fu Tong had planned to mine the spirit stones or accumulate the energy from the mountains directly. After killing the demonic cultivators, he was inspired. Killing these sex pests might be a faster route to procure wealth.
Thus, Fu Tong started hunting rogue cultivators.
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10 days passed in reality and in the spirit stone realm. Fu Tong only managed to find seven groups of demonic cultivators and obtained 25 spatial rings in total.
25 million spirit stones seemed to be plenty. However, someone who over-cultivated like Fu Tong required billions of spirit stones to grow stronger. This amount was far from enough. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Roaming for 10 days straight bored him. Fu Tong flew to the hideout location. Upon landing, he remained on the surface, being wary of stalkers and strangers.
After a 30-minute pretense of meditation, cloaked figures emerged from the shadows of the hills. Based on the headcount, 500 of them gathered, emitting malicious intent and surrounding Fu Tong.
Fu Tong opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. He unsheathed his sword.
"Finally done gathering your gang?"
Their leader removed his cloak, revealing a heinous face full of pimples and pus. His bald head was scarred by fungus, and flies flocked around him. He glared at Fu Tong, exuding the aura of a quasi-immortal.
"Were you the one that has been killing my men?"
Fu Tong turned to their leader. Seeing his face, he recognized him.
"Gu Tai of Empyrean Demonic Cult, I assume."
Gu Tai was the eldest son of a saint, who poisoned Pei Gui Hong and forced Pei Gui Hong to flee with a fragment of his soul to a mortal world. He also once studied under Xiao Han Ce as a monster tamer.
The zit-faced man snorted and declared.
"Then, you know why I’m here. Cut off your arms and legs. Then, I will give you a painless death!"
Fu Tong sighed. He circulated his Qi into his sword.
As Fu Tong was about to cut the leader, one of the cloaked men ejected a hundred gold coins from his storage ring and transformed them into a glaive. He stepped in front of the crowd.
Fu Tong raised an eyebrow, recognizing the technique.
Those were karma coins, and the glaive was a karma weapon! A scratch from that thing and the victim would turn into dust.
However, only three families knew the technique. The Imperial Family used them as projectile weapons or a sword. The Crescent Lu Clan preferred halberds as they were warriors.
The last family who knew this technique was the Xia Clan. They were also polearm users, but their main weapons were glaives and spears.
Facing a member of the Xia Clan, Fu Tong took a cautious stance. He opened his system and exchanged all 309 merit coins as an attribute.
Name: Fu Tong
Age: 20
Cultivation Base: Soul Amalgamation Level 95
Status Attributes
Health: 1,107,725 / 1,107,725
Mind: 3,481,295 / 3,481,295
Qi: 9,950 / 9,950
Strength: 12,259 + 45,000
Vitality: 12,143 + 70,000
Dexterity: 12,246 + 60,000
Agility: 321,251 + 85,000
Intelligence: 12,301
Wisdom: 141,979
Charisma: 100
Luck: 100
Instead of raising his wisdom attribute, Fu Tong picked agility for a reason. Among the equipped techniques, the combat stance offered a broken mechanic perk.
Combat Stance: Illusive Feather (Saint Grade) (Mastery Max)
- Increase Agility by 25,000.
- Counterattacks and back attacks inflict 10 times the normal damage.
- During combat, automatically creates the illusion of yourself. The quantity of illusions is equivalent to your agility divided by 10,000, round down.
- If an opponent’s agility is lower than yours, their attacks will miss or hit one of your illusions.
With 321,000 in agility, only saints could match his speed. Also, Fu Tong’s auto-clone technique would always produce 32 illusions of himself, ensuring his safety.
As soon as the attribute took effect and Fu Tong got into a combat stance, 32 illusions of himself emerged. They brandished the divine feather sword and charged at the crowd of cultists.
Gu Tai bellowed. "KILL HIM!"
The cloaked men roared and charged at Fu Tong’s illusions. The mysterious person from the Xia Clan, however, stood still.
Fu Tong’s real body turned to face the Xia Clan’s member. He fetched a hundred karma coins from his inventory and poured all the energy into his sword. Around him, chaos erupted as the clones left behind a thousand afterimages as they cut down the cultists.
The cloaked man with the glaive observed Fu Tong and uttered.
"That technique, are you from the Dong Clan?"
Fu Tong paced his breath and adjusted his sword. "I don’t need to explain myself to the likes of Xia."
"A discarded prince, I see. Then, this place will be your grave!"
The man circulated his Qi and unleashed his aura of a 9th-stage immortal. His presence made his comrades flinch, as they were not an immortal like him.
He vanished. Instantly, he reappeared directly in front of Fu Tong and swung down his karmic weapon. While swinging, he gloated.
"A MORTAL LIKE YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY DEFEAT AN IMMORTAL LIKE ME!!"
The Xia Clan member cut through Fu Tong, but he couldn’t feel the feedback from his weapon. The afterimage faded, and Fu Tong’s presence manifested behind him.
Unlike newbies in assassinations or ambushes, Fu Tong uttered no word. He stabbed the mysterious man through his back, piercing his heart, and punctured through his chest.
Pulling the divine feather sword out, Fu Tong grabbed the man by the hair and sliced his neck. The man’s head disconnected from his shoulders!
Fu Tong silently watched the man’s body and head dissipate into dust. Calmly, he turned to the crowd of cultists and complained.
"Did I panic or overestimate that idiot? Somehow, it feels too easy."
Although Fu Tong said that, he was aware of how close he was to death.
The Xia Clan’s members specialized in agility, and the protagonist when he was in the immortal realm had 99,999 in the agility attribute, making him untouchable among his peers. When he rose to the saint realm, it quickly boosted to 999,999.
Fu Tong gulped at the thought of fighting this ghost, who could steal abilities. He braced himself for the toughest future opponent.
