The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 438. End of the Dreamwalk

The memories continued...

"What a powerful curse..." the Heaven Fate Emperor muttered, observing the unconscious child lying within a fading circle of runes. "Is he some kind of Abyss Curse Dragon? "

His eyes narrowed at the boy whose body still radiated faint remnants of divine light and draconic essence, they are fading away. He is loosing both of his bloodline powers. Little Tyler— Bai Xiaochen— lay unconscious, yet he was the very anchor of a curse that had affected even a Celestial Immortal like him.

High above the mountain, Matriarch Feng floated in silence, her gaze sweeping the war-torn terrain below. Her body trembled slightly, not from fear— but from injury. Her once majestic phoenix flames now flickered weakly.

She muttered, "Now that the key to the Bai Family’s secret realm has been destroyed, all connections to the outside world are severed. Even if I obliterate this entire mountain, there is no way to breach it."

Then her sharp eyes fell upon the unconscious boy— and the Heaven Fate Emperor, still fixated on him.

She descended, landing beside them.

"Kill him after you take his Providence," she said coldly.

Her voice was steady, but her aura wavered. Her injuries were deeper than she let on.

The Heaven Fate Emperor, hands behind his back, didn’t move. "Didn’t you listen to myself’s earlier explanation? Myself intends to harvest his Luck— not extinguish it."

Matriarch Feng scoffed. "I will not let anyone from the Bai bloodline survive."

A ball of violet flame ignited in her palm, and she raised it toward the sleeping child.

But the Heaven Fate Emperor raised a hand in warning.

"You will die if you try that," he said flatly. "This curse was cast using the full cultivation and essence blood of both parents, fused with the child’s innate talents and divine bloodlines. Its strength is incomprehensible."

Matriarch Feng paused.

"There are only two ways to kill him," he continued. "Let him reach the Immortal Realm. The curse will weaken at that level. Or... let him live as a mortal, never cultivate again, and die of old age."

She clenched her teeth. She didn’t like either option.

"Then cripple him," she said without hesitation. "Let his cultivation path be severed forever. No matter his destiny, without cultivation, he’s just another mortal. He’ll die in less than a hundred years."

But the Heaven Fate Emperor shook his head.

"Myself would be cursed as well if I attempt to harm him. This is no ordinary curse— it targets both your Feng Family and myself. Any attempt to kill him, even indirectly, will cause the fall of your Providence. Your clan will suffer divine retribution. Plagues, misfortune, loss of heirs. And if you try to sacrifice someone else to harm him... the backlash will be even worse."

Matriarch Feng frowned.

"Then we will just cripple him," a soft but resolute voice said suddenly.

Both Matriarch Feng and the Heaven Fate Emperor turned toward the sound.

A young woman in red robes stepped forward. Her eyes were bright, her skin radiant, and though she appeared no older than twenty, her aura held unusual calm. Her black hair cascaded behind her like a waterfall, and her beauty was enough to steal the breath of those who beheld her. Her brows were slender, her posture elegant, and her expression... unreadable.

Tyler who was watching these with a rage and helplessness, felt his breath catch.

"I can finally see her clearly..." he whispered. "Feng Xian’er... She’s not a Celestial Immortal yet. That’s why I can see her."

Her gaze rested on Little Tyler, and for a long moment, she said nothing.

"Ah, Xian’er," Matriarch Feng said. "So you’ve come."

"So that’s your name," Tyler whispered again, stunned. "Feng Xian’er..."

The young woman looked at the unconscious child and then turned to Matriarch Feng.

"Our family has paid a heavy price in this war," she said calmly. "Many of our Celestial Immortals have retreated to recover. Matriarch, you should also go and recuperate. You are severely injured."

"We are discussing how to cripple your fiancé," Matriarch Feng said with a wry smile, though her tone remained serious.

Feng Xian’er’s gaze didn’t falter. "Then allow me to do it."

Matriarch Feng blinked. "You?"

"Yes," Feng Xian’er replied. "Let me do it."

She stepped forward, but Matriarch Feng raised a hand to stop her. "You are the future of the Feng Family. Our next ruler. You don’t need to stain your hands. And besides... the curse is too strong. We need someone at least at my level to suppress and cripple his cultivation."

She looked down at her trembling hand. Even standing hurt.

"I... I might not survive another attempt."

Feng Xian’er’s expression remained unchanged.

"Then you do it," she said coolly. "We cannot afford to injure another Celestial Immortal."

For a moment, silence ruled the mountain.

Even the Heaven Fate Emperor looked stunned.

With those few words, Feng Xian’er had calmly pushed her matriarch toward death.

"Ruthless..." the Heaven Fate Emperor muttered, almost impressed.

Feng Xian’er shot him a sideways glance. "This one does not require commentary from outsiders. Keep your opinions to yourself."

He bowed slightly. "My apologies. But I advise you not to kill the boy. If you do, you will invite my wrath as well."

She nodded slightly in response.

"Good, good, good..." Matriarch Feng laughed softly, her voice brittle. "This lady is happy... that Feng Xian’er will be the one guiding the clan after me."

She turned to the unconscious child.

Her eyes softened— just a little.

She placed her trembling finger gently on Little Tyler’s dantian.

Immediately, the curse flared.

Black threads of energy emerged from the earth and coiled around her wrist. Her face twisted in pain, but she didn’t stop. Sparks danced at her fingertip— then vanished— before erupting into a burst of dark light.

Little Tyler cultivation was gone.

And with that final act, Matriarch Feng smiled.

"Take care of Feng Fami—"

She didn’t finish even finish her sentence. Her body cracked like dry porcelain. A gust of wind blew past— and she turned to ash.

Just like that.

The woman who had brought ruin to the Bai Family, who had led the Fengs through war, who had once been called the Phoenix Matriarch— was gone.

No glorious death, no funeral.

Just... dust.

Feng Xian’er stood motionless.

Tyler who was watching felt a strange chill.

"Uncle Feng," Feng Xian’er called out, her voice calm yet commanding.

In response, Feng Feiyan appeared. He knelt before her without hesitation, his expression respectful.

"Throw him into a lower world— somewhere far from here," she instructed, her gaze falling on the unconscious child. "If possible, a world where mortals are completely separated from cultivators."

The Heaven Fate Emperor didn’t respond, merely watching in silence with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Feng Feiyan nodded. "The Zi World. From what I’ve heard, it’s protected by an ancient array that cuts mortals off from cultivators. Less spiritual energy flows freely there. I’ll send him there."

"Good." Feng Xian’er turned her eyes toward the Heaven Fate Emperor. "You can still harvest his luck from that distance, correct? This lady doesn’t care how you do it, but know this— if he somehow cultivates again... This lady will send someone to cripple him once more."

Her tone was cold, her intent unquestionable.

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away, her red robes fluttering behind her like falling rose petals.

The Heaven Fate Emperor’s smirk deepened.

As soon as she was gone, he knelt beside Little Tyler, who still lay unconscious, sealed, and powerless. A chessboard appeared beneath him, glowing with black and white light.

"Heaven Fate..." Feng Feiyan began cautiously, but stopped himself the moment the Emperor turned to glance at him. That single glance was enough to silence him completely.

Heaven Fate Emperor gently tapped the Air. "I’ll seal a portion of my own luck within him," he said. "When the time is right—when the seal weakens—he’ll gain an opportunity to cultivate again."

He paused, eyes twinkling. "And just to make things interesting, I’ll slightly increase his fortune a little."

Feng Feiyan didn’t speak. He was completely looking with Hollow eyes. It was Heaven Fate Emperor’s doing.

A ripple passed through the air as a seal wrapped around Little Tyler’s body. A brilliant golden thread of luck, too faint for ordinary eyes to see, entered the boy’s chest.

Behind Heaven Fate Emperor, a small boy appeared with sharp teeth, wild hair, and curious eyes appeared, his presence strange and unsettling.

"Master," the shark-toothed boy asked eagerly, "is this my Feast?"

The Heaven Fate Emperor chuckled softly. "Not yet. I haven’t decided who among you will inherit his luck. Perhaps you. Or one of your brothers."

The boy grinned wide, baring his serrated teeth before vanishing like smoke.

Moments later, the process was complete.

The Heaven Fate Emperor stood, dusting off his robes. He had done what he always did —find a child with boundless Providence, bless them with more fortune, allow them to grow, and then harvest everything when they bloomed brightest.

He was not a cultivator of heaven. He was a Luck Harvester.

And now Tyler understood.

He finally understood how he had survived so many impossible situations.

How he always seemed to gain opportunities others couldn’t dream of.

Why his fortune felt... abnormal.

It wasn’t his.

It was borrowed.

Given.

Cultivated— like a crop.

And one day, they planned to harvest him.

Tyler, watching everything unfold within the dream, clenched his fists until his nails bit into his palms.

He tried once more to glimpse the Heaven Fate Emperor’s face. Tears welled in his eyes.

But no matter how hard he stared, it remained veiled in radiant light— unseen, unknowable.

"It doesn’t matter..." Tyler muttered through gritted teeth. "Once I’m strong enough... I’ll come for you. All of you..."

As the last echoes of the memory faded, so too did his presence in the dream.

The so called ’Dream’ Ended.

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