LazyMeow

In the face of absolute strength, every scheme proves futile. Yet, acquiring such strength demands substantial resources.

Resources? Wealth?

'Money is the last thing I care about,'  – Tyler White.

“Fellow Daoist, what are your superpowers again?”

“I am rich.” (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ 

The Rich Cultivator

"I need some Snow Crystal Grass," Elowen said, her voice calm but insistent.

"You can have a full crate of it," Tyler replied without hesitation.

Elowen nodded, adjusting her glasses as Tyler's servants moved the crates of Snow Crystal Grass. These were the fees Tyler had promised in exchange for the contract.

"So... Are you sure you don't want to join us? We're heading north, and having a mage in our crew would be a great help," Tyler offered, hoping to sway her.

Elowen chuckled, a sound that was both melodic and slightly mocking. "Just because I slept with you once doesn't mean I would follow you like a loyal pet. I've slept with all of my previous boyfriends too. Nobody stayed. If you've truly fallen for me, how about you stay here with me?" She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Tyler shook his head, a small smile of his own appearing. "As expected."

125. Edge of the World