Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

When the darkness meets the light, they don't instantly start to fight to claim the space. They try to merge, forming a gray area—

But the gray area, it ends up being the minority, and it ends up being disliked by both sides. Thus the war for survival begins.

One wisp of black overturned by the light, one ray of light swallowed by the darkness.

Yet… they both don't realize without light there is no darkness, and without darkness there is nothing to light up.

Inside a dark cave devoid of any sunlight, the air was thick but not flowing; there was moisture that would make you feel like bathing if you stayed in it for too long.

Yet there was no source of water in this place.

There was practically nothing besides two things.

One was the only source of light, the white lily flowers. Not just a bunch of them, but the entire bed of flowers, and they were in the shape of a rose, a symbol of purity, innocence, and new beginnings.

There were so many flowers that the ground underneath was completely obscured. Only the walls of stones were visible, appearing jagged, shifty, treacherous, and slimy.

The flowers looked pristine, as if they were at the peak of their life, with a fragrant scent and shiny, silky petals that would slide on your skin, giving you a tingle of happiness…

Hum!

Suddenly, a shift occurred in the still atmosphere of the cave; an aberration occurred.

A gray light flashed amidst the sea of flowers and formed the shape of an intricate pattern that was woven into a circle.

A haggard figure materialized out of thin air, drenched in blood; the robe covering his body was dirtied and torn in different places.

The figure was a hunched monk.

He took a moment to realize where he was standing; his fatigued black eyes scanned the cave with a quick glance. He only glanced at the white rose-shaped lilies once.

Then his eyes moved over to the walls of the caves, the small uplifted edge, the secret passages, and the grooves that might go unnoticed by the untrained eye at a single glance.

For a moment his eyes paused; they landed on the only other thing in the cave, a small bird perched on a small stone platform coming out of the wall.

Unlike the flowers, the bird was not a living thing… Or was it? No one could tell.

It was made of scraps of metal and several little things to mend it together, and yet it moved like a real thing—each twitch of a feather, each tilt of its neck, and the way it watched Hemes intently as if it were looking at him!

The place it was standing was tiny but enough to allow the bird to rest its feet with leisure.

As Hemes moved his gaze from the bird and stepped forward, it clawed its talons on the stone edge before flapping its mechanical wings and flying away to the far corner, where it took a sharp turn while relaxing its wings.

The Flowers Heme's feet touched, turned red, and once he passed, slowly faded and returned to the original white.

On the other hand, the spots above which the automated bird flew turned pitch black.

At the far end of the cave was another wall, with no exit in sight, but that did not slow it down. Fearlessly, it dove into the wall only to pass through it and appear in a different place.

An open sky, the free clouds flying where the wind took them. The lonesome mountain peak it emerged from was the only thing that could even think of competing with the thick, tall tree that surpassed the clouds in height.

The top of the trees was not clearly visible, as it was hidden in a cluster of clouds. The green leaves that even escaped the encirclement could be seen shining dimly, ominous-looking red veins slowly creeping in them from the divine-looking branches like some kind of dark virus, tainting its holiness.

With straightened wings, the creature allowed itself to fall down the air and passed through the clouds. The thick trunk of the tree became visible; though not wider than the mountain, it had a more catching presence to it.

The bird followed the tree downwards and arrived in a wide garden that spread on for several yards. Only ending at the boundaries of a castle that surrounded it from all sides, forming a sort of protective wall around it.

The castle was decently tall; it was made of real gold, the sunlight reflected on its walls, and it still did not get hot. Once looked at closely, a faint blue layer would shimmer on its surface from time to time.

Beyond the castle was an array of small homes forming a big city that covered hundreds, if not thousands, of kilometers.

It was difficult to tell, as this kingdom was built in the forest.

The bird ignored everything else and whistled past the people in black cloaks, faces covered with masks, working at the root of the huge divine tree in the middle of the castle, throwing buckets and buckets of blood-red liquid that was filled with some unrecognizable clusters of things at its roots. A small pool had formed at the place, but the bird did not even twitch its eyes toward it and went straight toward the nearest corridor in the area.

It directly entered a room occupied by a loving couple and went out from their open window, startling them. After several twists and turns from places similar and different to this.

It got into a dark room through an open window on the side, which closed upon its entrance, and flapped towards the back of the nearest figure it saw, a woman.

She was wearing a dark black gown, and something reached her glossy red heels. Her soft yellow hair fluttered in the air, showing her thin, long ears. The bird fluttered onto her right shoulder and nudged her cheeks gently.

The woman reached out with her soft, gloved hands and plucked the green eye from the bird and lowered her head. The whole time, the bird never even squeaked once and even leaned in to her touch as if it was used to such occurrences.

Once she raised her head, her hair moved back, revealing a cold, square face. Her skin glowed with youth. The only mark on her flawless beauty was the piece of metal covering the left side of her face, from her forehead to her lips.

She had heterochromatic eyes, one red and the other recently transplanted green eyes.

"I see." Brushing the bird's face, she muttered in a trance as if her thoughts were somewhere else. At the same time, the bird grew a new pair of eyes out of nowhere. "You did a good job, Sempra."

"What is it this time?" Hearing the proud yet a little curious voice from her right, the woman did not turn, but the bird's eyes turned a little. Its eyes landed on the twin-tailed Stella, who stood under a faint spotlight that fell from some unknown place.

Just like before, the bird only took one glance and ignored the person it was looking at.

That action earned an annoyed grumble from the midget, but she also dared not to take another step or say anything.

The woman with the heterochromia looked beyond the little woman and bowed toward the golden throne at the far end of the room.

Her actions were mirrored by Stella, who went unusually quiet all of a sudden.

"You said he is here, Helena?" A gentle voice sounded from everywhere as the space on the throne turned dark red and a woman materialized out of thin air. She was wearing a gown in the blend of teal, aqua, lavender, and deep purples, clinging to her slick curves. Even the bends of her figure while sitting were highlighted in her dress.

The transparent neck of the gown transitioned to the teal color and morphed into another color as it moved down and then ended in a purple waterfall. The chiffon cape-like sleeves fell around the armrest of the chair and dangled in the air.

The priestess had her hair tied in a thick bun and her face covered in a thin white mask.

The woman named Helena did not even have to reply before the gates of the room were opened with a loud click and a long creaking…

The light from outside flooded into the room, pushing the darkness into the farthest corners and revealing other figures who had been standing inside, in front of Helena and Stella.

Bloodied Hemes entered the room with heavy yet swift steps. His gaze did not move from the ground, as if aware of the presence across from him. He stepped until he was at the end of the line and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Forgive me, your holiness…" His voice croaked with self-loathing and pain, "For I have sinned!"

The priestess on the throne stared at him with a pair of sharp and narrowed eyes through the gaps in her mask. The five figures at the foot of the throne raised their heads when she signaled them with her hand.

With the exception of Amon, everyone turned their heads towards Hemes. Amon, on the other hand, looked at Helena, but since his pear-shaped face was fully covered with a cloth mask, it was not certain whether he was simply checking her out or staring at her.

"Hermes…" Like an empress, the woman sitting on the throne perched her head on a fist and looked down at the man kneeling before her. Her sharp and cold voice made Hemes tremble like a little child. "What did you do? You told me you were going to retrieve a saint relic that could raise your power by a whole new level and help us in our plans…"

She leaned forward, allowing her voice to grow deeper, "So why did you forcefully try to unlock the seal on your cultivation and almost expose us to the world?"

The words made Hemes's expression fall like an avalanche; the words came out of his mouth slowly and forcibly. "There were variables present. Someone I did not think could appear in a third-tier empire."

That caught the attention of everyone present and even reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Helena. For a moment, his neck twisted toward Song Liu, who was standing to his right.

Seeing the emotionless look on her face, he straightened his face and looked at the battered Hemes, who continued speaking.

"I know you told us not to access that power, even in danger, if it would affect the plan." The priestess hummed along with his words, "But a weird man with the cultivation of a peak golden core realm appeared along with a body cultivator woman. Together they thwarted my plans."

"Weird how?" The woman asked coldly, "How powerful could they be to make you, a peak soul formation realm expert and a budding soul realm corpse, back away like this?"

For some reason, Amon's thought went toward a certain man he once fought years ago. At first he wanted to deny being the person who went to Hemes's territory, but then he recalled how Song Liu told them about him being alive.

Then he recalled the woman beside him in the sect who was also a body cultivator.

"Could it be them?" His voice drew everyone's attention. The priestess's free hand, resting on the armrest, suddenly traced along its edge.

"You mean, the man you met at Song Liu's old sect?" She asked, already aware of who he was talking about.

Hemes's jaws Clenched in recognition, he waved his hands, and two impeccably accurate images of Noah and Xin Yan appeared in the air.

"It's them!" Exclaimed Amon with a grim tone, "They have already grown this powerful. We have to eliminate them!"

The priestess hummed in agreement and once more turned her attention towards Hemes. "What sin were you talking about before?"

"I—I used the power to compel the crowd temporarily to escape alive." Even though his voice quivered in fear, Hemes uttered every word truthfully. Silence fell in the hall as the air around everyone tensed.