The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 407. Aftermath

Tyler woke up feeling refreshed. He was in the residential wing of the Pocket Dimension built into his ship.

Stretching his limbs, he stepped out of the house and onto the cobbled path just outside. A group of young maidens, dressed in light-colored dresses, waved at him cheerfully as they passed by. They were female slaves Mathilda bought and stored in this dimension, they are the one incharge of taking care of environment in the pocket dimension.

Tyler smiled gently and waved back, not saying a word. The Girls blushed. Sometimes Mathilda likes to drag him to have fun with girls that volunteer.

He walked towards the loney door of the Pocket Dimension and passed through it effortlessly. In an instant, he walked out from the door which leads to the white pearl.

He then reached the high deck. With a silent motion, he floated off the ship and glided down to the edge of the sea. The salty wind caressed his face as the shoreline came into view.

A large group had already gathered there. Their eyes turned toward him the moment he arrived. There was awe, reverence, and perhaps a touch of fear. After all, this was the man who had defeated the infamous Crazy Clown.

At Tyler’s signal, several men stepped forward, carrying a long coffin. Unlike most, it wasn’t black or adorned with gold. It was painted with vibrant, almost garish colors—reds, greens, and purples swirling together in chaotic patterns. On top of it, a tattered flag bearing the Circus Pirates’ emblem fluttered in the breeze.

It was the Clown’s coffin.

Tyler stepped forward, his eyes steady. "If there’s a next life for you," he said quietly, "then please... be born and grow up as a normal person."

With practiced coordination, the men carried the coffin into the shallow waters of the sea. Once it was floating, one of them raised his hand and released a pulse of controlled Aura. The coffin glided forward, steady and dignified. Then, without warning, a spark of flame erupted on its surface. It wasn’t a roaring inferno—just enough to honor the dead without desecrating the sea.

The flames licked the edges of the coffin, warming the bright paint for just a moment, before the entire thing slowly sank beneath the waves.

This was a sea burial—an ancient rite among immortal practitioners, especially those who spent their lives traveling in Sea. It was common among pirates and adventurers, a way to return to the sea that had raised and devoured so many of them.

But Tyler wasn’t finished yet.

He turned away from the gathered crowd and flew silently toward the nearby forest. There, beneath a flowering spirit tree, stood a lone grave—marked only by a simple, white stone. The air here was quiet, still, sacred.

Here lay Amber.

Her true body, not the one of the Copies tyler used to play with the Clown, had been cremated and given a proper burial.

Tyler knelt before the grave and placed a single flower upon it. A Spirit Lily—one of her favorites, according to the diary.

"I made sure you weren’t even buried in the same sea as him," Tyler said softly. "You deserved better. I hope your next life is peaceful... and beautiful."

He, then turned and walked away.

He had never used Amber’s real body in his fight against the Clown. The very idea disgusted him.He wasn’t about to add to her torment just to win a battle. The girl had suffered enough – even after her death she torture by the Clown for centuries.

Yes centuries, the Clown’s story had begun over 800 years ago. He was never a genius in cultivation, nor did he possess the endless resources and absurd luck that someone like Tyler White enjoyed. In fact, his rise to the Divine Seeker Realm over eight centuries was... quite ordinary in the Boundless World.

But that was the difference. Some climbed mountains with bleeding hands. Others soared past them with wings made of fortune. Tyler belongs to the latter category.

Lily, Mathilda, Mana and many other women he acquainted with are Far Older than Tyler. Except Silvia.

"I sensed something disturbing here," Lily said as she flew down, her boots touching the dirt with a soft thud. She fell into step beside Tyler, brushing a few wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear. "Were you thinking something bad about me?"

Tyler stiffened slightly, caught off guard by her directness. "N-nothing," he said, eyes darting away.

’Did she notice I was thinking about her age?’ he thought nervously. ’Is this some kind of woman’s instinct? Scary...’

Lily narrowed her eyes but let it slide, a smirk playing on her lips. "Alright, Mr. Innocent," she said playfully. "So, how did you finish off the Clown?"

Tyler took a deep breath. The events were still fresh in his mind, chaotic and intense. He began to explain everything that had happened while she was away.

"In the diary Mana and I found, we saw how the Clown used the Joker card Knife to murder many strong opponents. That thing’s cursed Artifact, or maybe worse, he acquired it by chance. At first, my plan was simple: blow up the place and make a run for it. Let the chaos hide our escape."

He paused, staring into the horizon as if replaying the moment in his mind.

"But when I saw the knife in the diary, I realized the best way to deal with enemy is turning them good." Tyler said which made Lily confused.

"A good enemy is a dead enemy. So I provoked him—pushed all the right buttons. Got him so enraged that he went in for the kill without thinking. Then Mana took control of Amber’s body, grabbed the Joker Knife, and turned it on him. One clean strike."

Lily gave an impressed nod. "That’s risky, but smart. You used his madness against him..."

"Yeah, it took a toll," Tyler admitted, rubbing his temples. "She was able to act like Amber a little due to the things she saw in the Diary."

Lily’s expression turned thoughtful for a moment, then she shook it off. "Well, while you were busy with that maniac, some groups of pirates tried stir Chaos. But we dealt with them."

"That’s good to hear," Tyler said, nodding. "If the area’s secure, maybe we can repurpose this island. Turn it into a trading hub or something. The infrastructure’s not bad, once you strip out the creepy circus aesthetics."

He glanced over at the broken rollercoaster. "Hey, what happened to the death ride?"

Lily followed his gaze, eyes resting on the twisted rails and shattered supports. "Seems the circus tent had the main control. But someone," she paused pointedly, "blew up the entire thing."

Tyler coughed awkwardly and looked away.

"For now," Tyler continued, changing the subject, "let’s rest. We’ve got a lot on our plate. We still need to stabilize the Level 3 fishery, manage this island, and—honestly—I need more hands. I’ll probably have to start recruiting again."

"About that... It might not be possible." Lily said, her tone suddenly shifting. fгeewebnovёl.com

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "About what? Resting?"

"No," she said, sighing. "About the island."

There was a long pause before she continued.

"This place isn’t just a random piece of land, Tyler. It turns out the island is under the one of the Overlords of the Sea—the Dragon King."

Tyler stopped walking. "Wait, what?! I didn’t see anything in the diary about the Dragon King. Are you sure?"

"Positive," Lily replied. "It wasn’t recorded in the diary because... well, the diary doesn’t keep a complete history. It only stores the memories and information that the user—meaning the Clown—chose to imprint. He left out everything about his dealings with the Dragon King."

"That’s suspicious," Tyler muttered, his brow furrowing. "So how do you know about it then?"

Lily pulled out a glowing scroll, ethereal symbols etched into the surface. "Found this in the Clown’s storage ring. It’s a soul contract. According to this, the Dragon King leased the island to the Clown for 500 years. There are still 100 years left before that lease ends."

Tyler stared at the scroll, dumbfounded. "So this whole place technically still belongs to the Dragon King?"

"Exactly," Lily said. "And that’s not all. The contract references a separate, undisclosed agreement between them. We don’t know what it is. Whatever it is, it wasn’t made public."

Tyler groaned. "Great. Just great. We kill a maniac and clean up a pirate mess, and now we might have an Overlord breathing down our necks."

"We don’t know that yet," Lily said. "It’s not unusual for people to die out here in the Northern Waters. The Dragon King might not even care. The Clown’s soul is already gone. He probably didn’t even made deal with the Dragon King himself but with his subordinates."

"Let’s just hope we didn’t provoke the Dragon King’s resentment" Tyler said with an awkward laugh.

"Why does it sounds like a red flag."

"..."