Seducing Goddesses With My Infinite Wealth-Chapter 135: Billionaire Gives Up Wealth to Save His Wives. The Heavenly Dao Swears He Will Turn the Billionaire’s Life into a Movie.
Chapter 135 - Billionaire Gives Up Wealth to Save His Wives. The Heavenly Dao Swears He Will Turn the Billionaire’s Life into a Movie.
Meng Tianrui was stunned. Jin Yu and Jin Yanxiong were astonished, for they had also heard about the legend.
Fusang Tree, aka the World Tree, only existed in the sage realm. Legends said that if someone were to cultivate it, it would raise the cultivation limit to a higher realm and grow over time. By keeping the Fusang Tree for 10,000 years, it would automatically transport the entire planet to the sage realm or another dimension, thereby removing it from the universe of cultivators.
In short, this was their lifeline. By protecting it for 10,000 years, they could easily avoid conflicts and isolate themselves away from trouble. If they wanted to, they could join the sage realm, being free from karma and the circle of reincarnation.
"Then, let’s plant it here!" Meng Tianrui was excited.
Fu Tong shook his head. He showed Meng Tianrui the divine shard and the Crystalized Dao of Evil Tree.
He confessed. "I have the ingredients to create one, but I doubt my cultivation is enough to handle it. At least I should raise my strength to the True Immortal Stage first.
True Immortal Stage was the first rank of the immortal tier. At this level, no mortal could harm the immortal’s soul, except karmic weapons made from karma coins and immortal-grade weapons.
In addition, the immortal tier allowed cultivators to access a new skill—Divinity. They could exchange their lifespan to predict the future, read karma, or seek consultation with the Karma River regarding reincarnation and the laws of heaven.
Fu Tong needed the power of divinity to transform the evil tree into the divine tree.
Meng Tianrui bit his lower lip, understanding the predicament. He inspected Fu Tong’s strength and noticed that his benefactor was already at the pinnacle of the quasi-immortal stage. He was overjoyed.
"So, when are you going to challenge the True Immortal Tribulation?"
"Give me a few seconds."
"Huh?"
Fu Tong grinned and vanished, disappearing into his personal farm dimension.
Jin Yu and others realized what Fu Tong had done. They tried to follow him into the dimension, but it was too late.
From Fu Tong’s perspective, the time in the real world was frozen. He hovered in the middle of his meat tree farms, gazing at his work.
Instead of taking the tribulation there, Fu Tong headed to the sea. Upon arrival, he flew up to space.
The dimension contained no star. Only the farm world with a mysterious bright sky existed. Sunlight, however, seemed to shine from the planet’s atmosphere, like artificial lights.
Hovering in space, Fu Tong gazed down at the planet. He could no longer breathe, yet he remained composure. Fu Tong fetched the perfect ascension pill and threw it into his mouth.
After swallowing the pill, the surrounding scenery changed. He found himself floating above a river in space.
In the river, human faces full of agony and pain submerged and opened their mouths, wailing and howling. Their hollow eyes fixated on Fu Tong, who possessed flesh and blood.
"Why are you alive?"
"DIE!"
"You don’t deserve to live!"
They cursed and yelled at Fu Tong. He also looked down, observing them.
Instantly, he noticed a familiar face of Long Hao. However, he was deep within the river, and his expression seemed peaceful. He smiled faintly, his eyes closed.
Fu Tong let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed Long Hao had found peace.
"...Good for you."
He laughed and shifted his gaze forward. A floating ancient rowboat approached, and a hooded man stood at the stern of the ship.
Fu Tong gulped, recognizing the hooded man. The emissary of the Meng Clan arrived.
The man lifted his head, revealing his withered skin and empty eye sockets. Deep inside his hollow skull, a pair of blue flames scrutinized Fu Tong.
"False Heaven’s Chosen," he muttered and pointed at Fu Tong. "You do not belong here. Who are you?"
As Fu Tong had thought. This man could read his karma and figure that he was not from this universe.
Fu Tong wanted to inhale deeply, but he couldn’t breathe. Using his telepathic voice technique, he replied.
"A gamer."
"Cultivation and this universe is not a game."
"It was not me who came here willingly. It was all either random chance or divine intervention, and I’m trying to fix things."
"...Fair."
The hooded man was satisfied with the answer. He opened his palm and invited Fu Tong.
"I shall uphold your ascension tribulation. Come abroad."
Fu Tong nodded and fetched karma coins to pay for the toll fee. However, the hooded man swatted Fu Tong’s hand and the coins away.
"Keep your fake coins. Or rather, discard everything into the river. That is your karma."
"...Everything?"
"Everything. You cheated the Karma River. You must return what you stole, or created."
"..."
The true immortal tribulation was related to karma. Only after undergoing the trials of the Karma River could a cultivator obtain divinity. Anyone who absorbed the Qi from karma coins would face terrible curses and be trapped there forever.
Normally, a cultivator only needs to pay one karma coin for the fare. However, in Fu Tong’s case, the Meng Clan’s emissary demanded all of his coins and called them fake.
Fu Tong couldn’t play tricks this time. All boatmen were sages, disguising themselves as saints. Their divinity was so absurd that they could read his past, present, and future. Picking a fight with him was not an option.
Paying the toll, Fu Tong gave up his wealth. He released countless karma coins into the river.
Faces of cursed souls fought each other to obtain the coins and free themselves from ill karma. However, every piece of coin dissipated into nothingness as soon as it touched the water. None of the cursed souls managed to get one.
Watching his wealth melt away pained him. He shut his eyes and continued releasing the coins under the watchful eyes of the boatman.
When the last coin disappeared, the boatman nodded in approval.
"You are free of greed, sloth, envy, gluttony, and wrath. However, you are lustful and prideful. Are you willing to challenge your sins and obtain the perfect soul, or will you ascend with five of seven virtues?"
Fu Tong mustered his courage and replied.
"Take me to the trials."
"Very well."
The boatman turned the boat around, bringing Fu Tong along the river. They sailed until they arrived at a white tunnel. Upon arrival, the boatman pointed at the tunnel.
"Go. Do not look back."
Fu Tong nodded and flew into the white tunnel in space. As he entered, the scenery changed once more.
He found himself on Earth, being a crucifix. He looked around and noticed that his body was that of a boy, and he didn’t wear anything below his belly button.
A man in ancient Chinese ceremonial clothes was burning knives in a charcoal torch. The metal was bright red.
"Uh-oh."
Fu Tong might have played the game before, but this trial required the game characters to undergo great pain to understand the weight of their sins. Most trial takers chose an easy path and ascended with only one or two virtues with them. Main characters always pass with four or five virtues, including the villains.
As for Fu Tong, he couldn’t be satisfied with an imperfect foundation. His foundation had to be flawless to gain status attributes exceeding his actual cultivation level. Otherwise, he would not be the future villain or protagonist’s opponent in the late game.
He closed his eyes, ready for the punishment.
The mysterious man with the knives showed no mercy. He brought the knives over and severed Fu Tong’s manhood, sending great pain to his brain.
This was the eunuch selection event. After cutting it off, Fu Tong had to assume the life of a mortal eunuch until he died. He swallowed the physical pain and the mental pain, gnashing his teeth until his gum bled.
The scenery reset. Fu Tong found himself on the crucifix again. His manhood returned, but the knife man below already heated his weapons. He turned to Fu Tong and grinned.
"Your sin is severe. You cheated on your wives. Therefore, you will be cut equal to the times you have used it."
Fu Tong gulped. "Well, shit."
And thus, the torture continued.
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Fu Tong lost count of the cutting sequences. When the torture ended, Fu Tong found himself hovering over the river. The boatman gently guided Fu Tong’s weightless body to the boat and told him the result.
"You have been castrated 1,403,865 times. The sin of lust has been cleansed, for now. If you didn’t bring your wives together and confessed to your infidelity, the punishment would have been a thousandfold."
Hearing the score, Fu Tong laughed bitterly.
"I swear I’ll never have marathon sex again."
"Having sex is fine. Just don’t do it without the other wives’ consent. While you’re making them happy, they are also sad when you’re spending time with the other women. Never treat them as an object for pleasure. Think of their hearts."
"...Thank you for your advice, senior."
The boatman nodded. He navigated the vessel along the river until they arrived at another white tunnel.
As soon as they arrived, the boatman warned Fu Tong.
"The sin of pride is the most difficult challenge. You can give up now if you wish."
Fu Tong got to his feet and flew toward the tunnel. He disappeared into the tunnel as he groaned.
"Even if it kills me, I have to take it. Otherwise, a bad ending will come to my wives, my children, and my friends. I’ll do anything to save them! NO MORE BAD ENDINGS!"
The boatman nodded and cupped his fist. He deeply bowed.
Fu Tong couldn’t hear him, but the boatman muttered.
"I shall correct my words. You are not a false heaven’s chosen. You ARE the chosen one. The Heavenly Dao is proud of you."
He paused for a long time. After making sure that the tunnel was closed, he gave the vanishing tunnel a meaningful look.
"...Also, thank you for protecting my son."
