Heavenly Harem: Raising My Disciple With Infinite Dual Cultivation

Not wanting to cause a scene, Lin Tian turned and walked away from the Zhu Family residence. The man from earlier was still watching him, a wide grin plastered across his face.

He walked quickly away from the auction pagoda to call his friends. There was something they needed to take care of.

Lin Tian walked alone, still wearing his black robe. However, his qi aura sensed the presence of that man walking alongside three others, all of them tailing him.

He tricked me and tried to steal my money? They’re being way too reckless.

The reason they hadn’t attacked him yet was because he was still inside the city. Apparently there was a written rule prohibiting fights between cultivators from happening here.

The man moved fast. He summoned his qi sword and flew out of the city. The three men from the Zhu Family did the same, summoning their flying swords and shooting forward in pursuit of Lin Tian.

They watched as the man had already flown past the city gates, which meant the rules of Zhu City no longer bound them.

He glanced to the side, and his two companions obeyed. Both of them flew ahead quickly to cut Lin Tian off.

"Stop!" they snapped, appearing in front of Lin Tian and blocking his flight path.

"What?" Lin Tian asked.

One of the men behind Lin Tian flew closer and called out to him. Lin Tian turned, fixing a sharp gaze on the man, the very person who had deceived him.

"I forgot to tell you. There’s an extra fee for cultivators from outside Zhu City to receive a VIP Token," the man explained.

"That fee comes out to 1,000 low-grade spirit stones."

Lin Tian studied him closely. "The auction is open to the public. I read it clearly in your brochure."

"It is, but you’re an outside cultivator. You still have to pay," the man replied.

They’re trying to extort me.

He went quiet for a moment, then smiled faintly. His hand patted his bag of holding and produced a pouch containing 1,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"I’ll pay it if you’re willing to show me that VIP token," Lin Tian answered.

The man grinned, summoning his VIP token and holding it out in front of Lin Tian. He examined it carefully. The shape and color were identical to those belonging to other cultivators.

That really is a VIP token.

"I’ll hand it over after you give me that pouch."

Lin Tian stayed quiet for a moment. He felt a sense of relief seeing the VIP participant token in the man’s hand. Now he wouldn’t need to pay to get it.

Both of Lin Tian’s eyes lit up brilliantly, radiating white qi. His cultivation base recovered fully, accompanied by a powerful surge of qi momentum.

The qi wave struck all three of them, and the men went into shock, eyes wide and faces drained of color.

"A Nascent Soul Master?!" they gasped.

With a single brief nod, the three men dropped from the sky and fell to their knees on the ground. Their backs felt impossibly heavy, every joint in their bodies felt like it was cracking, and their chests tightened as they struggled to breathe.

The cultivation pressure slammed into all three of them with full force, making them vomit blood. One of them lifted his head and looked up at Lin Tian.

"F-Forgive me, Senior."

"I didn’t mean to deceive you."

Lin Tian narrowed his eyes and increased the intensity of the cultivation pressure until two of the three cultivators died, their bodies dissolving into qi particles.

He intentionally left the last man alive because his spirit stones were still on him, along with the VIP token. Lin Tian stepped forward and his figure flashed in a streak of white qi, reappearing directly in front of the man.

"S-Senior... please spare my life!" he begged, his face miserable.

"Give me that VIP token," Lin Tian said.

"A-Alright."

The man handed the VIP token over to Lin Tian, who took it immediately and slipped it into his bag of holding.

But he didn’t stop there. He grabbed the man’s bag of holding and destroyed it, which made the man flinch in shock and anger, while the items inside floated in the air before Lin Tian.

The contents of his bag of holding were nothing remarkable: profound-grade technique scrolls, herbal materials, pill boxes, a sword, along with some artifacts and crystals.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" the man shouted.

"I’m taking back the money you stole," Lin Tian replied.

He didn’t just take the 500 low-grade spirit stones. He took all of the man’s spirit stones, which came to 1,500 low-grade spirit stones and 430 mid-grade spirit stones.

"Tell me, how many VIP rooms are there?"

"Twenty in total."

"Is the Yunlan Sect also taking part in tomorrow’s auction?"

"Yes."

What are they actually after?

Never mind. Thinking too hard about it will just wear me out.

Lin Tian pocketed the money and waved his hand, releasing the cultivation pressure. The man was finally free, standing while clutching his aching chest.

He stepped back and started gathering the items that mattered to him. Lin Tian froze when the first thing the man picked up was a white plate.

He reached out, yanked the man close, then grabbed him by the throat. Lin Tian snatched the white token, making the man cry out loudly.

"Please don’t take that plate!" he begged.

Ignoring him, Lin Tian chose to push his soul consciousness essence into the white token. From inside the token, he saw there was a Yandu River Tournament being held in the south of the Qin Kingdom.

"The Yandu River Tournament?"

"It’s a prestigious tournament for small clans and sects. One token lets you bring one participant."

The Lingxian Sect didn’t get one because we’re different from the others.

"What’s the minimum cultivation level to participate?" Lin Tian asked.

"At least Early Foundation Establishment, and no higher than Early Core Formation."

This tournament could be a valuable opportunity to sharpen An Yue’s abilities.

"Please give that token back. I’ll do anything... anything!" he insisted.

"I’ll be taking this token. Thank you."

"NO—"

BLAST!

Lin Tian destroyed the man’s body with his spiritual qi, killing him on the spot. He stored the token in his bag of holding, intending to pass it along once he was done with this auction business.

Three Zhu clan cultivators are dead. I need to be careful, especially since one of them had gotten hold of a tournament token.

It seems like that tournament token is worth a lot more than the money.

Shortly after, he took flight and concealed his cultivation base again. He flew back into the city, landing with the power of Perfect Foundation Establishment, and blended in among the city’s residents.

His steps came to a halt in front of the Zhu clan residence, watching cultivators come and go through the compound.

Tomorrow, that High-Grade Earth Fire will be mine.