Evelyn stumped on her feet as she scoffed, “Want me to beg you? Just keep dreaming!” Hmph. Darryl shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter, go find someone else to refine the pill then. Goodbye.” Darryl turned and left with that. However, Circe stopped him when he almost reached the door. “Darryl, please don’t be mad. Evelyn really needs this pill,” pleaded Circe softly. Darryl laughed as he knew too much Yin energy would result in painful menstruation cramps and Evelyn would suffer terribly every month without the Yang Pill. Darryl was just messing with Evelyn but when he saw that she did not even speak up, he turned around and was prepared to leave. “I-I beg you on behalf of her, is that okay?” Circe panicked as she was afraid Darryl would leave. She bit her lips and pleaded softly, “I beg you on behalf of Evelyn. P-Please, help Evelyn to refine the pill.” Circe could never imagine herself saying that! She was usually as cold as ice, especially in front of men, yet she plead

The first pill was Yang Pill which Evelyn needed while the remaining two were Mixture Pill and Blooming Pill made from those extra ingredients Darryl picked earlier. Those two pills were rare and special. As Darryl happily kept them in his pocket, he suddenly felt a strong presence behind him, and instinctively turned only to be shocked by what he saw. A short bald monk of around 1.5m was walking toward him. He exuded an oppressive temperament air while a black Scorpio was tattooed on his bald head. Damn it, a tattoo on his skull!? Although it seemed rather foolish, it was no doubt very intimidating but the most intimidating part was the aura he exuded. He was not an ordinary man. “Who are you?” Darryl asked after staring at him for a few seconds. The man was obviously a high ranking cultivator. Was he perhaps Circe’s security guard? However, wasn’t it rather unlikely to hire a monk as a guard? The monk did not respond as he marched toward Darryl. He stopped in front of him,

On Elysian Island. Today, the island was livelier than usual with brightly lit lights and rows of disciples patrolling. Darryl’s acupoints were pressed by the monk and could not speak nor move. He was scared when he saw the monk bring him to the island. Did the Cult Master find out about his Ascension of the Nine Dragons mastery? Or did the Cult Master find out about Darryl’s affair with the Cult Mistress? Damn! His mind buzzed with the thought of that. The monk carried Darryl while avoiding those patrolling disciples to a room before gently knocking on the door. This… Isn’t this…room the Cult Mistress’s room? “Cult Mistress, he’s here,” announced the monk with a deep and powerful voice. “Hmph, come in.” A gentle voice was heard from within the room. The Monk carried Darryl into the room with her permission and dropped him on the floor before leaving. ‘Damn it, at least place me gentler!’ Darryl murmured as his body was sore from being thrown, but his eyes soon star

‘Is she in love with me?’ He answered her with a grin with that in mind, “Of course, I haven’t forgotten about the mission you’ve assigned me. I’ve entered the Hexad School as a student and been waiting for the right moment.” Damn, how could it be easy to steal something from the principal? He was not even able to meet the Cult Master despite being on the same island! Monica smiled. “Hope I can hear some good news from you soon.” Darryl thoughtfully nodded before showing a bitter face. “Cult Mistress, this is not an easy mission. Do you know how many times I’ve sneaked into the principal’s office with no results? The last I did so, I was found out by the security guard and almost got beaten to death! I still have those wounds on me.” ‘I’m so smart to come up with this. She’ll definitely fall for it.’ As expected, Monica’s face was flushed with panic and concern as she instinctively walked toward him. “You’re hurt? Where? Let me have a look.” Monica did not understand why sh

The Cult Master waved his sleeves as he walked toward the bed and sat beside, “I’m thrilled tonight, hence I came here to find you. Haha!” Ever since Monica married him at the island, the Cult Master had been treating her with so much love and care. He would satisfy anything she asked for as long it was not sexual, therefore the disciples treated her as if they were serving the Cult Master. Anyone caught disrespecting her might end up receiving the death penalty. However, Monica treated the Cult Master with no particular enthusiasm or coldness as she had never been truly happy ever since moving to the island. Monica poured him a cup of tea and gently blew on it before asking, “May I ask what made you so happy?” The Cult Master patted the empty space beside him and signaled for her to sit there before smilingly explained, “Darling, I found an interesting book written by the Thirteenth Cult Master during his spare time in the library.” “The book recorded a type of ventriloquism w

‘Was this not the Scripture Cult Mistress asked me to steal?’ Monica also trembled with shock as she stared in disbelief at the Cult Master. “What?” The Supreme Mystery Scripture was a book every cultivator wanted to get hold of. The Scripture had a total of seven volumes with each volume’s cover being red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet respectively. According to a myth, there was a big secret hidden in these seven books. If one could get hold of all seven then that person would discover a secret that could make him the strongest in the world. “My dear Cult Master, who won’t want to keep this for themselves? Why will the Eternal Life Palace Sect suddenly be so kind and give this to you?” Monica doubtfully questioned. The Cult Master just smiled it off. “Don’t worry, darling. I don’t know what they’re trying to do, but I might as well keep this without asking further questions since they sent it over!” Monica nodded but did not say anything more. Though t

Heaven Cult’s island was very lively the next day! Many cultivators traveled from afar to celebrate the Cult Master’s birthday. The Heaven Cult was a powerful cult, hence many powerful people wanted to maintain their relations with this cult. Over a hundred tables were set up inside the main hall. All high-ranking cult members were present along with their guests as those seats were swiftly taken up. The Dragon Throne was placed at the very center of the hall as the Cult Master looked very impressive and majestically sitting on it while the Cult Mistress sat beside him. Monica was dressed in a faint purple long gown and exuded a sense of motherly beauty on top of her alluring and charming figure. Darryl was appointed as the Elder Master which was the highest rank in the hall right below the Cult Master and Mistress. He was seated on the first chair below both of them. Right below Darryl was the Four Guardian Kings. This was the first time Darryl had seen all of them gather

‘These were top-notch spiritual pills, where did he get them from!?’ The Cult Master excitedly thought with his face being overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation. “Haha! Brilliant! Brilliant! The Elder Master is so thoughtful!” These two pills were the real deal! Although Darryl was smiling, his heart was secretly hurting as he had refined these for himself later on since the ingredients to make these were too rare and precious! Were it not for those special herbs last night from Circe’s villa, he would not be able to refine these. Regardless, he had no choice since today was the Cult Master’s birthday. Had he not shown some kind gestures toward the Cult Master today, the Cult Master might further dislike Darryl. After gifting the pills, guests made toasts toward the Cult Master who seemed to be pleased and accepted them all as he stomached multiple glasses of drinks. Monica was pleased since it was a festive occasion today and had also drunk quite a lot. Her delicate face

The Cult Master frowned as he looked closely in an attempt to differentiate the three of them and said, “This volume is sent to me by the Eternal Life Palace Sect. What’s wrong with it?” Other than its color, they seemed to look similar to each other. Darryl smiled. “May I please have your trust to look at the yellow volume?” Meanwhile, the Cult Master doubtfully handed the volume to him. After accepting the volume, Darryl touched the cover and could not help laughing out loud. He had to admit the replica was skillfully done. However, the paper used was obviously new. Darryl felt there was a slight bump below the cover page as he flipped through it. ‘There’s something hidden in here,’ he thought. Suddenly, he ripped the book apart! Ripped! Everyone in the hall stared in disbelief as they held onto their breath from watching him! ‘What!? He… He ripped the volume apart!?’ The White Tiger could not stand it any longer as he jumped up and glared at Darryl. “Elder Mas

Damn! Darryl let out a long relieved sigh. Damn, he had been frightened for no reason! Meanwhile, the Cult Master took something out. Darryl was shocked at the sight. It was a white soft armor with exquisitely designed patterns that sparkled under the lights. It was very exquisite! This was no doubt a piece of art. Darryl could not help asking, “Cult Master, what’s this?” The Cult Master smiled and explained, “This is called the Celestial Silkworm Armor. It was made by one of our disciples five hundred years ago. The armor was made from silk and metal making it firm. It could shield one from most weapons and probably save your life during extreme circumstances.” The Cult Master handed the Celestial Silkworm Armor to Darryl and said, “Keep this.” Darryl accepted the gift with much enthusiasm and immediately put it on. The armor stuck on him like a second skin as he thanked the Cult Master with excitement. “Thank you, Cult Master.” He gave out two pills and received the