Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

The next morning.

Noah stood facing Emperor Quan, his back straight, expression calm, and eyes unwavering.

"I've completed my end of the deal," Noah said quietly, his voice like water over stone—serene, but firm. "Every afflicted soul within the palace has been cleansed. Whatever darkness the Red Dawn Cult tried to sow here, it has been uprooted."

The emperor sighed in relief and looked at Noah with gratitude. He nodded slowly. "Then you intend to leave now?"

"It's time," Noah said, his gaze shifting to the distant windows where the early breeze rustled through the garden trees. "I need to return to the Feng Empire. There are matters I left behind, and I've stayed here longer than I planned."

Emperor Quan rose from his seat. The years on his shoulders seemed to settle heavier today than usual. He walked around the desk, stopping before Noah.

"I won't forget the help Feng Empire has offered despite the deal between us," the Emperor said, his voice surprisingly soft as he gestured for Noah to walk towards the table on the side.

As the two approached the table, Noah's eyes landed on several cloaked items placed on the table. He could easily see through the cloth even without using any sort of sense.

The red cloth with golden frill was nothing but an ordinary piece of accessory.

The Emperor waved his hand gently, and the red cloths fluttered into the air as if caught in a breeze that did not touch anything else. They drifted aside and vanished midair, revealing the items hidden beneath them.

Noah's eyes narrowed with interest.

Spread across the polished blackwood table were several items—metallic pieces that pulsed faintly with energy, unfinished devices that looked oddly out of place in a cultivation world, a set of blueprints inked in silver on dark parchment, and, most prominently, a golden-edged contract bearing the imperial seal.

"These," Emperor Quan began, gesturing to the collection, "are the beginnings of something new. The woman you interrogated… she wasn't wrong. The weapon she spoke of—it did exist. A semi-saint artifact capable of parting seas, defying physics, and bending the very nature of spirit essence."

Noah raised a brow, silent.

"But," the Emperor continued, "it was shattered a thousand years ago during the final years of our founder's reign. We recovered only a single shard of it, buried beneath the old capital, barely stable and radiating a kind of energy no cultivator could refine." He gestured to the items. "These are the results of our attempts to understand it."

Noah leaned slightly forward, observing each piece. Small mechanical devices with spirit-inscribed cores. Rotating gears etched with formation runes.

Noah instantly recognized the array formations on the core of the gauntlets. It was not a very attractive-looking armament, but Noah could change it to how he liked according to his preference and need.

He might not have thought about it before, but looking at the items placed before him, he started to have various ideas budding in his mind.

And the blueprints…

He picked up the scroll.

It was the blueprint to the gauntlet. Since these things were not even released into the world, giving something like this to another empire said a lot.

Though there were other items like an orb that can change into a plasma shield, blocking the attack of someone below the foundation established realm for ten times before shattering.

Noah's gaze finally landed on the contract, and he picked it up only to see another print beneath, but this was merely a design image.

It showed a long, serpentine vehicle—clearly a train—but not like anything Long Tian had seen in his previous life on the Blue Planet. Sleek and elegant, with arched compartments that hovered slightly above the tracks and tubing structures that resembled meridian channels. Even the propulsion array was foreign—it didn't use coal, steam, or electricity.

"It runs on water energy," the Emperor said, watching him carefully. "Not spirit water, but something more… primal. Drawn from energies hidden in the earth itself. The shard led us to it. We believe it is the energy source the weapon once fed on."

Noah was quiet for a long moment.

"This is far ahead of its time," he finally said, running his fingers lightly across the blueprint. "These materials, these configurations… your empire has a bright future, Emperor Quan."

The emperor smiled proudly, hearing the praise he had been waiting for all this time with an expectant look on his face. But at the same time he secretly touched the wooden table before taking his hand back.

The Emperor smiled faintly. "Our weapon refiners and mechanical scholars have spent decades on this project. The project is in its final stages, and we can soon start making the starting batches, but they won't exceed three in number."

He placed his hand upon the golden-edged contract.

"This is a mutual trade accord," he explained. "Once our railway reaches operational standards, we intend to extend a primary line into the Feng Empire. It will connect our capitals and open not just trade, but the free exchange of materials, medicine, culture, and knowledge."

Noah considered the weight of that. This wasn't just diplomacy. This was an investment into a future neither empire had dared envision before.

"The Feng Empire will accept," he said finally, placing the blueprint down and picking up the contract. "And I will personally see to it that this railway doesn't stop at our capital."

The last part Noah muttered to himself in his heart.

Noah flicked his sleeves and stored the scroll along with the rest of the items.

"Once his majesty signs the contract, we will send it back to the Quan empire."

Hearing his words, the emperor could no longer hide his smile.

With the deal sealed and the artifacts secured within Noah's storage ring, their transaction came to an end, but deeper ties were forged with the empire and the three great sects.

…

Behind the royal palace there was a huge stone platform that was carved in a circular shape and etched with several protective arrays. This was the base used by the royal family to take off in their flying artifacts.

Like their personal airway.

"There was no need for you all to come here." Noah let out a long sigh seeing the three figures standing before him, alongside the emperor and the queen. "You are the leaders of great forces, and you must have more important work to do."

These three figures were none other than the sect leaders of the three great sects: the Temple of Eternal Body, the Wind Lightning Sect, and the Illusionary Lotus Sect.

And they were not alone; behind them were each of the representatives they had sent into the domain of the temple, standing in silence.

"How can it not be important?" The old abbot waved his hand with a hearty smile and spoke, "Envoy Noah is a guest of our Quan Empire and a friend of ours. It is only natural for us to come."

The other sect leaders nodded in agreement.

Noah and Xin Yan were standing along with Wen Ji, whom they had decided to take back along with them.

"I would welcome Daoist Noah to visit our empire anytime; it does not have to be just for any business or work of the empire." After some simple words of politeness and friendly chatter, the Emperor stepped forward, ready to see Noah off.

But then…

"You can come anytime, but now is not the time you can leave." Suddenly, someone interrupted their departure with a haughty tone of authority.

Everyone followed the trail of the sound and looked at the source.

Standing in the air a few meters away from them was a man dressed in long dark robes embroidered with curling golden threads that formed a complex insignia that not only the sect leaders recognized but even made the emperor narrow his eyes.

Standing beside him was a woman dressed in white robes with a different insignia, making it clear that they were from two different forces.

These two were none other than the members of the hidden families sent to the empire to gather the information on the attack.

The man's gaze settled coldly on Noah. He had also changed out of his robes some time ago to highlight his higher presence, to show he was not on the same level as any other cultivator in the Empire.

"You are the man who fought with the traitor who attacked the Temple," he said again, voice laced with indifference, "so you cannot leave until you tell us everything."

His presence twisted the air around him—not from spirit pressure, but from something deeper, something more primal.

It was his bloodline!

And the woman also had a similar presence.

"I have nothing new to add." Noah did not show any reaction to his attitude and replied indifferently. "If you want to know something, you can ask his majesty and the sect leaders here. I have more important things to do."

Saying that Noah turned to look at Xin Yan, who was glaring at the man with a cold, murderous intent in her eyes. He nudged her with a smile, signaling her to move towards the carriage.

Wen Ji was also staring at the man, but her eyes showed different emotions. They showed recognition; it was not the duo she knew; it was the logo on their uniforms that made her mind churn.

Noah's indifferent tone did not sit well with the man, and his face turned livid with anger. His body flicked, and he appeared behind Noah, trying to stop with a more assertive and powerful tone. "I said, you will leave when I tell you to!"