A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

Oliver nodded, still not used to her overly serious demeanor.

"Anyway, tell me more about this person with soul power," he finally changed the subject.

"A Cultivator, and a woman about our age—but her cultivation is already at the Tenth Stage of the Spiritual Master Realm," Rebecca replied, surprising Oliver.

"This one's a bit reckless. She didn't wait for an awakening opportunity—she started cultivating at fifteen, with the ambition to become incredibly strong by adulthood. Apparently, she found a chance to master soul power, and since then, her cultivation has risen quickly—though not as fast as yours," she added.

"What exactly is this type of power?"

Oliver had only just heard of soul power.

"In essence, it's the kind of power that strengthens the soul so it can directly attack another soul. It's a different kind of attack—impossible to block—and it can destroy or control a soul outright, depending on the attacker's will. Our own willpower is the best defense against it. As long as our will can hold, we can survive. But diverting focus to resist willpower attacks drastically weakens our combat ability. What we want from her is exactly that soul power—rumor says she can control corpses as if they were alive." Rebecca explained while sipping her wine.

Oliver couldn't help but ponder, finding this power perhaps even more threatening than his void ability.

"That woman has a weakness—she can't comprehend even one percent of any battle scripture. Because of that, her personal combat strength is weak. If it weren't, she wouldn't have an equal at her level. Even so, she's still notoriously hard to deal with, because she commands many subordinates—both Cultivators and Awakeners. Just imagine: we might survive her soul attack, but with our strength reduced so much, her followers could easily swarm us to death." Rebecca laughed.

They kept talking, and Oliver didn't even feel the jet moving, but when he looked out the window, they were already soaring high above the clouds.

The speed kept increasing until even a Cultivator at his level began to have trouble making out the scenery below.

"Oliver, have a drink," Rebecca suddenly said.

"Why do you want me to drink so badly?" Oliver asked, giving her a strange look.

"I'm offering you a drink—if you refuse, it feels like you're rejecting me," she replied calmly.

Oliver could only laugh at her nonsense.

"How about this—yesterday you wanted to feed me, but that didn't happen. So make it up to me with a drink," he said.

Flirted with, it was hard for him not to flirt back.

Unfortunately for Edward, he was already unconscious beside them.

Even with the highest morals, it was hard to resist something like this—he wanted to try it at least once.

"Perfect. This is even better as an apology," she said.

She stood, walked over, and sat right on his lap, the softness of her body pressing against him.

"You have to open your lips," she said, taking a sip of wine.

Oliver watched her—his lips already slightly parted.

She leaned forward until their mouths met, sealing together.

The wine flowed from her mouth into his, still cold.

It was… an exquisite feeling.

Warmth spread through his body as the wine reached his stomach.

Even after the wine was gone, their lips stayed locked, pressing harder, sucking gently.

Rebecca's arms circled his neck, her body pressing closer. He responded by holding her slim waist.

The jet's wide, plush seat was still comfortable enough for an embrace.

Oliver's hand wandered, one reaching up to cup her breast, gently squeezing.

For a moment, her eyes showed surprise—but she only grew more aggressive in the kiss.

Their tongues began to caress each other.

Meanwhile, Rebecca's hands unbuttoned his shirt until it was open, letting her touch his chest.

"You seem to really like my body," Oliver said when they finally broke apart for air.

"Well, I'm still a normal adult woman. I need things like this—and I happen to have found the right man now," Rebecca replied, flicking her blonde hair.

Oliver smirked at her words.

"I have to admit—it's impossible for me to reject the beauty of a woman from a legendary family that rules the world," he said.

Rebecca smiled wider.

"Want to go to the bedroom?" she asked softly.

But Oliver shook his head.

"Even if you knocked Edward out, he's here to sincerely help me. I'm not going to sleep with you right next to him," he said.

A bit of fooling around was fine—just a little entertainment for the trip—but going all the way was too much.

He also wanted to show Rebecca that, while he was attracted to her, she couldn't control him.

Unless he was dead drunk, he could hold himself back. He wasn't some lust-driven virgin.

Rebecca stroked his neck in response.

"You make my heart race, you know," she said.

"Are you trying to say you've fallen for me?" Oliver asked with a smirk.

"I'm a normal woman—isn't it natural if I fall in love? Don't act like I don't have a heart," she replied in a slightly sulky tone.

"What if you broke up with Ivy and chose me instead—married me and built a family together?" she added with a chuckle.

"I can guarantee we wouldn't be a happy family—just a family like a dark cloud: high up, but gloomy inside," Oliver replied.

"You're too pessimistic," Rebecca pouted.

She clearly didn't like his answer, but Oliver had no doubts about his own prediction.

"Can you go back to your seat and wake Edward?" Oliver asked.

"Hahaha, fine—then button up your shirt," Rebecca said, standing up.

Oliver watched her toss something into Edward's mouth.

Edward's eyebrows twitched.

Oliver didn't waste a second—quickly buttoning his shirt.

Just then, Edward's eyes opened, and he sat up straight, glancing back and forth between Oliver and Rebecca.

"You? What did you just do?" he asked her.

The more he thought about it, the more his imagination ran wild.

He knew he'd been knocked out—and he knew what Oliver and Rebecca could have done while he was unconscious.

"Look at the time—it's only been about fifteen minutes since we left," Rebecca said.

Edward glanced at the clock on the wall, then checked his phone.

She was right—barely any time had passed. Who could possibly do anything much in that short a time?

"I have to say, Edward, your friend here is very respectful toward you," Rebecca added, leaving Edward looking a little confused.