Chapter 430: Rich, Handsome, And Full of Shit!

Damian and the others had already returned to their temporary residence in Hanamiyako.

He was sitting comfortably on a sofa, looking completely relaxed, while Raika sat across from him with her arms crossed and a visibly confused expression.

As he casually examined the familiar young woman, a System panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.

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[Name: Shinrai Raika]

[Cultivation Realm: First Stage Golden Core Realm]

[Qi: Thunder Qi]

[Spiritual Root: Royal Grade Thunder Spiritual Root]

[Physique: Royal Grade Natural Thunder Body]

[Bloodline: Ordinary Human]

[Soul: Ordinary Human Soul]

[Comprehension: Peerless]

[Talent: Royal Grade Thunder and Talisman Cultivator]

[Multiplier: 200×]

[Favorability: 60]

[Body-Qi-Soul Foundation: Low Grade]

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Damian quietly examined her information, comparing it with what he remembered from their previous meeting.

’Hmm... Not much has changed, except that she’s reached the First Stage Golden Core Realm and somehow awakened a new physique.’

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

’A Royal Grade Natural Thunder Body, huh? Not bad. She’s definitely been working hard.’

However, when his gaze shifted toward the beautiful women sitting around him, he couldn’t help chuckling.

’Hehehe. Well, compared to my girls, she’s still got quite a long way to go.’

Unfortunately, Raika immediately noticed his suspicious smile. "Why are you suddenly smiling like an idiot?"

Damian quickly coughed, straightening his posture. "Ahem. No reason, no reason."

Raika’s eyebrow twitched.

She stared at him suspiciously for another moment before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Whatever. I’ll ignore that for now."

She leaned forward, fixing him with a serious gaze. "Now, are you finally going to explain what the hell happened?"

Damian blinked innocently. "Happened? What do you mean?"

Raika’s expression immediately darkened. "Don’t play dumb with me, Damian."

She pointed toward the women gathered around him. "How the hell did my fellow disciples become so ridiculously strong? And why are all these powerful women traveling with you?"

Damian scratched his cheek before giving her a shameless grin. "Hehehe. Well, the short answer is that I’m incredibly lucky and ridiculously rich."

Raika stared at him without changing her expression. "Tell me the truth."

Damian immediately looked offended. "Hey, I am telling you the truth."

He spread his arms helplessly before continuing. "The longer answer is that I’ve been really lucky lately. I’ve found quite a few treasures, cultivation resources, and other valuable things."

He then proudly gestured toward the women sitting around him. "And you already know how much I love giving beautiful women gifts. Naturally, my lovely harem gets first priority."

Raika blinked. "...That’s it?"

Damian nodded confidently. "Yep. Pretty much."

Raika rubbed her forehead, clearly struggling to believe such a ridiculous explanation. "You expect me to believe that you just happened to find enough treasures to turn Foundation Establishment cultivators into Nascent Soul experts?"

Damian shrugged with an innocent smile. "Hehehe. What can I say? Heaven really loves me."

Raika’s eyebrow twitched again.

’This shameless bastard...’

However, she decided to temporarily ignore his nonsense and focus on something else. "Fine. Then what about those three women?"

She pointed toward Cassandra, Serina, and Miona. "Those three are Peak Nascent Soul cultivators. Don’t tell me you also raised their cultivation with your ridiculous luck."

Damian glanced toward the three women before chuckling awkwardly. "Well... Their circumstances are a little more complicated."

He casually gestured toward them. "If you’re really curious, you can ask them yourself."

Hearing this, Cassandra slowly turned toward Raika, a wicked grin spreading across her crimson lips. "Hehehe. Oh? Does our darling’s little friend want to know my story?"

Her blood-red eyes gleamed mischievously, revealing her slightly elongated fangs.

Miona merely crossed her arms and snorted. "Hmph. Why should I explain my business to some stranger?"

Serina, meanwhile, offered Raika a gentle, elegant smile. "Fufu. It’s quite a long story, Miss Raika. Perhaps another time."

Raika looked between the three women.

For some reason, Cassandra’s dangerous smile, Miona’s irritated expression, and Serina’s suspiciously gentle demeanor made her feel rather uncomfortable.

’Yeah... Maybe I shouldn’t ask.’

She quietly cleared her throat before turning back toward Damian. "Alright. Forget that question."

Damian grinned. "Hehehe. See? Much easier."

Raika immediately pointed at him again. "Don’t get comfortable. I still have another question."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What now?"

Raika glanced around the room before asking the question that had been bothering her since the Sacred Arena. "Why are all these women even willing to join your harem?"

For a brief moment, Damian fell silent.

Then, a ridiculously smug grin spread across his face. "Hehehe. Raika, Raika. Isn’t the answer obvious?"

He casually brushed his hair backward, looking extremely pleased with himself. "Because I’m handsome, lucky, and rich. What woman wouldn’t fall for a perfect young master like me?"

Raika stared at him.

Her eyebrow twitched so violently that she almost wanted to punch him.

However, instead of arguing, she simply leaned back against the sofa and let out a long, exhausted sigh. "...Right. Of course that’s your answer."

After all, she had known Damian long enough to recognize that shameless confidence.

If anything, hearing such a ridiculous explanation only confirmed that he was still the same idiot she remembered.

Damian chuckled proudly, completely misunderstanding her reaction. "Hehehe. Glad you understand."

Raika then decided to change the subject not wanting to hear his shameless rant. "Anyway, there’s something else I want to know."

Damian raised an eyebrow, still wearing his usual shameless grin. "Oh? What is it this time?"

Raika leaned forward slightly, her expression becoming more serious. "Why are you even here in the Sakura Empire? You do realize this place is incredibly far from the Heavenly Sword Sect, right?"

Hearing her question, Damian’s playful expression gradually faded and for once, he appeared unusually serious. "Well... About that."

He scratched his cheek before letting out a quiet sigh. "To put it simply, I’m currently on the run from the sect."

Raika froze. "...Huh?"

She blinked several times, wondering whether she had misheard him. "Wait a minute. You’re on the run? From the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Damian nodded casually. "Yep. Pretty much."

Raika stared at him in disbelief before immediately shaking her head. "Hold on. That doesn’t make any sense."

She pointed toward him, her expression growing increasingly confused. "First of all, your master is Elder Selvara. Who the hell would dare cause trouble for you with that terrifying woman protecting you?"

Her gaze then shifted toward the beautiful women sitting around him. "And second, look at the monsters you’re traveling with. You’ve got several Nascent Soul cultivators, including three at the peak of the realm."

Raika frowned deeply. "With all of them around, how the hell did you end up running away from the sect?"

Damian sighed helplessly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, it’s a pretty long and complicated story."

He glanced toward Raika before asking, "You’ve got enough time to hear the whole thing?"

Raika immediately snorted, crossing her arms with an offended expression. "Hmph. Who do you take me for?"

She straightened her back proudly before continuing. "I’m a member of the Shinrai Family, one of the Sakura Empire’s First Tier factions. More importantly, I’m practically a princess within my own clan."

Raika casually brushed her long yellow hair behind her shoulder. "If I want to spend a few hours listening to your ridiculous story, who’s going to stop me?"

Damian stared at her for a moment before a familiar mischievous grin slowly spread across his face. "Ohhh? A First Tier faction, huh?"