Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

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Stepping out from the dark and gloomy cave that barely had enough air to breathe, Wuhan felt a heavy gust of wind brushing past his body.

His muscles instinctively tensed once he was completely outside. His eyes darted around as though his soul sense had spread out the moment he saw the opening down below.

The group stepped out behind him, their weapons ready to strike, but none of them allowed a shimmer of qi to even leak from it.

They were all standing in a clearing, and there weren’t many trees around, just grass and open sky. It felt quiet and peaceful. After being underground for so long, the open space felt almost strange.

Wuhan walked to the edge of the clearing and looked into the distance.

From what his hand sensed, there was not even a single person around in the area, and the only drone he could feel was several kilometers away from their spot; its back was turned towards them.

But despite how favorable their conditions had turned out for them, the nagging feeling in his heart never went away. On the contrary, it only kept increasing.

Wuhan thought for a while before pinning the reason for his restlessness on the fact that they were sneaking into enemy territory and they had to stay in the constant state of fear of being discovered by the enemy.

Shaking his head out of the useless thoughts, Wuhan took in the beautiful scene before his sight.

He realized that they were standing on the edge of a cliff of one of the smaller mountains on the outskirts of the continent.

Sylheirel stepped beside him and gazed down the cliff at the massive forest that continued on for as far as her eyes could see. The green trees so close to each other made the ground below look like a bed of leaves, as fluffy as a cloud.

The familiar scene of her home made her eyes twinge with various emotions.

Wuhan’s eyes moved straight towards the glowing castle in the middle of the forest; no tree could reach its height or cover its majesty, but one.

Behind the impressive castle, or in the middle of it, was a tree so large that even the castle felt ashamed under its majesty and grandeur.

The tree was huge—far bigger than any other on the continent. Its trunk was wide and dark, glowing faintly with a soft light. The branches didn’t begin until far above the ground, and none of them touched the castle. It was like the tree had grown around the palace on purpose.

“That’s the World Tree?” Wuhan asked in a dazed tone, already knowing the answer to his question. The Elven priestess nodded listlessly without realizing the emperor was not looking at him.

“Is that our destination?” A certain lazy captain stepped forward and asked them, looking equally amazed as his emperor. The tree was not just tall; it held its own presence.

They could feel the huge vitality of the tree in the air despite the distance between them.

“No, it is not.” Wuhan shook his head and peered his eyes away from the majestic tree. “We have only one objective. Infiltrate the Empire before us and find the information about where they have held the elves prisoner before reporting back to me.”

The captain nodded and asked, “Where do the boundaries of the empire begin?”

“The empire stands as far as you can see a green tree standing alive.” It was Sylvheriel who had replied to him. “The prisoners are kept beneath the castle; it’s the duty of the royal family to prevent the sinners from escaping and harming any of our kind.”

As the conversation continued, a faint pulse in Wuhan’s spiritual sense made his eyes narrow. The drone that had flown away earlier was turning back.

“Move,” he said quietly, his voice sharp with urgency.

The group immediately sprang into action, following Wuhan’s lead as they left the edge of the cliff. They stayed low, moving quickly but carefully along a narrow trail that curved around the side of the mountain.

The path was steep, with jagged stones and thick patches of grass, but none of them stumbled—they were used to far worse.

Not long after, they found a sloping ridge, half-hidden by tall bushes and vines, that led downward.

Without hesitation, the group began descending the slope, their feet light, barely disturbing the terrain. They didn’t speak.

The ground blurred behind them as their bodies flickered ahead. The air whistled from the slightest of their movements.

As they ran, their forms began to shift.

Qi flowed around their bodies, flickering like ripples in the wind.

The robes they wore transformed, dark colors fading into shades of forest green and brown.

The fabric tightened slightly to reduce drag, and the sheen of their armor dulled to a matte finish. Their new appearance blended almost perfectly with the wild surroundings.

Only Sylveheriel looked at the group in confusion, noticing their actions, but then, as if something clicked in her mind, she also changed out of her pink-gold robes.

Wuhan had changed his golden hair to black ones; he knew they would shine brightly in the green background they were traveling through. At the same time, he sighed in relief, feeling the drone moving in a direction away from their path.

The group slipped deeper into the forest, weaving between the massive trees that towered like ancient giants over the land. The deeper they moved, the more the silence grew—thicker, heavier, as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Along the way, they passed abandoned treehouses—small, fragile structures swaying on cracked branches. The wood had darkened with time, and vines had wrapped themselves tightly around every pole and beam, as if the forest was trying to reclaim what once belonged to the elves.

Some of the treehouses had collapsed entirely, while others leaned dangerously to one side. Their entrances hung open, hollow and lifeless. Not even birds dared to rest on their broken rails.

Wuhan kept his senses spread wide, scanning for any signs of movement, breath, or spiritual fluctuations—but there was nothing. Just silence, broken only by the occasional creak of old wood in the wind.

As they pushed deeper, the architecture began to change.

The treehouses grew larger and stronger. Some were built directly into the trunks of trees so wide they could have held a banquet hall inside.

Stone steps spiraled upward around bark-covered towers, and bridges made of vines and branches stretched between treetops.

They passed living quarters carved into living wood, some shaped like lotus petals, others resembling flowing streams.

Still, there were no people. No guards. No residents.