A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

Lestari knitted her brows upon hearing Oliver's words.

She was still at the Spiritual Master Realm, yet this man was talking about a corpse in the Sky Master Realm.

That wasn't an ordinary realm. Cultivators at that level could not only fly—their power was also terrifying.

Moreover, Oliver mentioned that the corpse's realm might be even higher.

"All I want is a single piece of memory," Oliver continued, knowing that this was a difficult request but thinking that Lestari might have a way if it was only for one piece of memory.

"How much are you willing to pay?" Lestari replied with a question of her own.

Oliver's eyes lit up upon hearing that.

When he had said he only wanted one piece of memory, Lestari hadn't looked incapable.

But from her expression, it was clear she was demanding a high price.

"What do you want?" Oliver responded.

He couldn't just list anything he could give her, so he asked instead.

Of course, he knew he was far too poor to pay outright.

However, he had three things he could rely on to pay—one of them being the World of Shadows, which he would save as his last option.

In the World of Shadows, anyone could create a manifestation. Oliver didn't believe the woman wouldn't be interested in creating a perfect one.

He would only offer that if there was no other choice.

His first option, naturally, was to give her the method for making a pill or potion that could help her advance quickly—such as the method for creating the Spiritual Blood Potion, which could help a cultivator reach the Sky Master Realm.

That could be very tempting, because talented cultivators often advanced easily to the Earth Master Realm but then became stuck at its peak, unable to progress further.

If that wasn't enough, he would add more recipes, and if even that still wasn't enough, then he would reveal that the piece of memory he sought could also be of use to her.

He figured she might be interested enough to work for free, though Oliver preferred to keep the method to himself so he could sell it later for a high price.

"I'll only ask for two things: money and something of high value," Lestari replied.

"How much money do you want?" Oliver asked, a little nervous because he knew it was likely beyond his means.

He could only rely on Rebecca for help, but it would be awkward if the amount was too much.

"One hundred," the woman answered.

"One hundred thousand?" Oliver blurted out nervously.

"Ridiculous—of course one hundred million. One hundred million dollars." Her tone instantly sharpened, clearly annoyed that Oliver had said one hundred thousand.

"I assume that's not a problem for you? Why act so scared when you've come with a lady from the Rothschild Family, said to control banks in every country?" she added with a touch of sarcasm.

Oliver was speechless, but Rebecca chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll give you the hundred million."

She spoke with complete ease. When Oliver glanced at her, he saw she seemed as if she were talking about pocket change.

'I guess she doesn't feel the loss,' he thought.

Of course, she wouldn't feel any loss—the benefit she would gain from him was something that couldn't be bought with money.

Artifacts, weapons, anything—once they reached a certain level, they could no longer be bought with cash, only exchanged for something of equal value.

After Rebecca spoke, Lestari took out her phone and placed it in front of her.

"That's my account number," she said.

Apparently, she wanted the money transferred now before continuing the discussion.

Rebecca furrowed her brows slightly, but she did as asked and sent the money.

When Lestari checked her bank balance on her phone, she immediately smiled.

"You from the Rothschild Family truly possess unimaginable wealth," she said.

"Seems like you like money too," Rebecca remarked.

"I certainly enjoy the luxury money can buy, but I'm not like you who simply hoard it. I need it to build up my people," Lestari replied.

"Ohh, so you're trying to be a hero. I'm not sure how long you can keep that up, though. What I know is that money has changed many people," Rebecca commented.

"That doesn't matter—I'm not that idealistic anyway. What matters is that for now, I can help those who need it."

She looked back at Oliver after saying that.

"Would you be interested in a method to create a potion that can help you advance to the Sky Master Realm after reaching the Third Stage of the Earth Master Realm?" Oliver directly told her what he could offer, but she knitted her brows again.

"Just the method? That's too little. You should also give me the potion itself. After all, who knows if I can even gather the ingredients?"

Lestari wasn't stupid—how could just a method be worth such a high price?

In the end, it all depended on the ingredients.

"There's also a method to make a potion that can help someone directly advance to the Earth Master Realm," Oliver added.

Of course, he had to increase his offer—one clearly wasn't enough.

"I'll be advancing soon anyway, so I don't need that potion anymore, much less just the method for making it," Lestari replied.

"Things like this are worthless if I can't gather the ingredients. You have to understand that it's not enough to trade for my help."

Oliver: "…"

At this point, he was starting to have trouble speaking. This woman wasn't easy to negotiate with at all.

"I'll say that this memory is extremely valuable—even for you as a Cultivator," Oliver said.

Upon hearing that, Lestari raised an eyebrow.

Oliver preferred to share the memory rather than reveal the World of Shadows to someone else, so he took this route first.

"What do you mean?" Lestari asked.

"Have you ever heard of the Absolute Fusion Technique?" Oliver asked in return.

"The technique that lets someone merge with another creature and gain its power—but is known to be extremely difficult to master?" Lestari replied.

"The memory I'm seeking contains the method to master that technique quickly and easily. I can guarantee this. That's why I came all the way to this city from Europe," Oliver explained.

After he said that, even Rebecca turned her gaze toward him, giving him a surprised look.

"Are you sure you're not bluffing?" Lestari asked Oliver.

"Would I really come all this way just to bluff?" Oliver chuckled as he responded.

"Are you interested, Miss Lestari?" he then asked.

"If that's the case, it seems that aside from the money, all I'm getting from you is method after method," Lestari replied.

"But this is a priceless method," Oliver argued.

"Perhaps for you, yes—but not for me. My cultivation requires that my soul remain pure from all external influences. Merging with another creature would essentially turn my soul into a mixed one. I'm afraid it would ruin my cultivation talent, so I probably wouldn't dare to use the technique. Of course, I should say that I could use the method for other purposes—like selling it or having my subordinates use it to grow stronger—so yes, its value is indeed very high."