A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

Rebecca returned not long after, still with her car, it was unknown where she went, probably shopping or something.

When she got out of her car, she moved the car to her Storage Ring.

Her eyes briefly flashed with sharpness toward Edward before turning to Oliver with a soft smile.

"Sorry, Oliver, I had to bring Edward along. His family happens to oversee some of our business in Southeast Asia, and he has connections there. With him, things will go much smoother. He's happy to help you," Rebecca said.

Hearing that, Oliver couldn't help but turn to Edward.

"Thank you, Edward."

Edward chuckled and replied, "I've been to Southeast Asia over fifty times, even lived there for a while. Don't worry, you can leave everything to me. I'm helping you sincerely, without expecting anything in return—unlike certain people."

His tone was cheerful, but the jab at Rebecca was painfully obvious, making her knit her brows.

Still, Rebecca clearly didn't want to start an argument here. She kept her smile in front of Oliver.

"Come on, the jet's ready!"

She led the way, with Oliver and Edward following behind.

They didn't go through the public gates but used a VIP route that only a few could access—and even among that crowd, they stood out the most.

Oliver might not have the aura of the ultra-wealthy, but he was strikingly attractive, while Edward and Rebecca were the unmistakable third-generation heirs of super-wealthy families. Coupled with their captivating looks, it was hard not to draw admiration from others.

It wasn't long before they arrived in front of Rebecca's jet—a long, sleek white private jet, larger than most, and with a sturdier, almost military feel to it.

Its door was already open, and a middle-aged man in a pilot's uniform stood beside the stairs.

He greeted Rebecca with a noble-servant-like bow before warmly welcoming Oliver and Edward.

Oliver followed Rebecca into the cabin, which was surprisingly spacious with only six luxurious seats—each equipped with an automatic massage system.

The jet seemed divided into three sections: the cockpit, the central lounge where they were now, and another area at the back that looked like a bedroom.

It even had full amenities—a fridge, and a large TV complete with a game console.

"Oliver, in this jet, you don't even need a seatbelt. It has its own gravity system, so no matter how it moves, nothing inside will be affected," Edward explained.

He looked genuinely excited, as if even he didn't own something like this.

The pilot was the last to board. He closed the door before heading to the cockpit, not bothering with safety instructions—clearly unnecessary for this kind of aircraft.

Soon, the engines came to life, but there wasn't the slightest vibration. Oliver could barely hear the faint hum.

"Oliver, how about we go to the back?" Rebecca suddenly suggested, making both Oliver and Edward freeze.

Oliver couldn't help but give her a strange look, thinking she was being bold.

If Edward weren't here, it might not have been a problem. Of course, with him present, going back there was practically pointless.

Still, anything could happen in three hours—even with Edward separated from them by just one door.

It was a tempting proposition, but Oliver shook his head.

"I think I'll just stay here," he said, taking a seat.

Edward was helping him out of genuine goodwill—how could he have the heart to leave him behind with his former fiancée?

Seeing him refuse, Edward laughed.

"My dear cousin Rebecca, if you really want to do something, here's fine. After all, I'm just your cousin—I can close my eyes to whatever you two want to do," he said casually before sitting next to Oliver.

Rebecca, however, didn't seem the least bit flustered.

She calmly took a seat in front of them, producing a chilled bottle of wine that looked freshly purchased.

But she only brought out two cups—one for herself and one for Oliver.

She poured wine into both.

"I guess it's fine if I drink straight from the bottle," Edward said, grabbing it and taking a swig directly.

And then, something shocking happened.

Edward suddenly went limp, his body heavy with drowsiness.

In just one second, his eyes shut, and he was fast asleep.

Oliver's mouth opened, then closed. "Surprised" was far too mild for what he was feeling.

"This is why we shouldn't let our blood run too hot, or we can fall into an enemy's trap so easily," Rebecca said calmly.

After that, she put away the two untouched wine cups, then brought out two new ones and a fresh bottle of wine.

She refilled them.

"Don't worry. You're just a manifestation. Poisons don't work on a body that's merely a construct made from World of Shadows energy," Rebecca said.

"I have to say, you've broadened my horizons quite a bit," Oliver replied.

"I'm not like Edward. His family are straightforward people who dislike hypocrisy, and he went to school surrounded by people like that. Even when he had to live abroad, it was in Southeast Asia. Sure, the people there can be ruthless and cruel, but they're not used to underhanded tricks or scheming.

But in my family, it's full of people who will do anything for their own gain. My mother, for example, always finds ways to control my father's wealth for herself. And my two siblings? They're constantly plotting how to get rid of the others for a bigger share. We grew up in completely different worlds."

"Is this a kind of outpouring?" Oliver asked.

He wasn't used to hearing Rebecca talk like this, so he felt the need to lighten the mood.

"Maybe. But I think I just want to be more honest. Edward probably told you something bad about me—like I'd only try to use you. But we both know you're not a man who's easy to take advantage of.

Yes, I do want to benefit from you, but what I have in mind is a mutually beneficial partnership—or friendship," Rebecca said.