Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

Quan Empire—Imperial Capital, Tianluo

Nestled at the heart of the thriving Quan Empire stood its crown jewel—the Royal Palace. An architectural building that appeared beyond its time, like something from the future.

Standing in the middle of the proud city, rising higher than any other structure, carved from white marble, it shone to perfection. The marble was so pure, free from impurities, that even the reflection of the sky could be seen in it.

The castle was not all white; it was decorated with real gold. Pillars, curves, and even the edges of the buildings were embedded with precious little metals that no normal person had access to.

The city was divided into four sections with the castle in the middle point by the four bridges that extended towards each cardinal direction. Beneath those bridges, around the castle, was a great lake that sourced from an unknown realm and severed the castle from the other lowly buildings.

On the other side of the flyover, each of the quadrants had their own specialty.

One of them was known for its looms, and the others were known for their wares and the market complexes that sold alchemy products and artifacts, among other things.

While the north quadrant was known for its food,. In fact, at the end of the bridge you could see the start of the food market. One restaurant after the other, competing with each other in the process.

The battle of voices and aura of the food did not create chaos in the city. Instead, it oddly welcomes people to come and watch their performances and try their food.

Tianluo's roads were wide, paved with jade-stone tiles that shimmered faintly underfoot, worn smooth from years of the carriages belonging to the nobles and merchants, and also from cultivators pacing upon them.

The street itself seemed to vibrate with life—lanterns hung from every corner, fluttering with talismans that danced gently in the wind. The aromas that wafted through the air could make even a Core Formation Realm cultivator stop and reconsider their plans.

At the end of the entrance of the North Quadrant's main artery stood the most famed restaurant of all—The Dragon's Breath Pavilion.

Its exterior was built like a theater, half-open to the streets. A wide, curved roof rested atop tall scarlet columns carved with images of legendary beast-chefs locked in battle.

Flames—half painted and half real—flickered up from special formations that lined the corners of the building, shadowing the place with a glowing warmth that could be felt from several streets away.

Crowds gathered at all hours of the day, eyes wide and mouths watering. They came to watch, not just for the food but also for the unique way used by the chefs to cook the food.

Yet, not everyone had pockets deep enough to enter this place; they could only admire the place from afar.

Inside, the restaurant had a stage and a half wall that separated the kitchen from the dining room.

The kitchen alone was 50 square meters wide, and the chefs were leaping from one place to another with a light tap of their feet. They carried woks bigger than their bodies and ladles that acted like their outstretched arms.

Suddenly one of the chefs threw his cookware in the air with precise technique, without letting any of the food spill. His body suddenly lit on fire. Spiritual flames flickered from their fingertips and their sleeves, and suddenly…

Woosh!

The tall man with crimson tattoos coiling his arms roared, exhaled a jet of flame, and enveloped the wok that was also a low-ranking artifact. The sizzling of the vegetables and the meats filled the air as everyone seemed to be glued to his movements.

Once the flames dispersed, the wok fell down, and the man effortlessly caught it.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

"Ten-Spice Panther Shanks!" he bellowed, holding the flaming dish aloft.

Another chef nearby performed the same technique before passing the dish to the table.

Nothing in this restaurant seemed to be screaming, 'For mortals,' and for that reason, the restaurant also took anything but mortal money; they charged in spirit stones. Not just any spirit stones, the middle-grade ones.

While the crowd below was interested in watching the show, the people sitting in the private booths only glanced at it from their opened windows, their lack of interest unconcealed.

Some of these people even had their windows closed, and one of them was none other than our favorite trio.

"How do you feel?" Sitting in a closed booth, with no voice from the outside poking in on their private moment, Noah asked softly as he fed Xin Yan with a piece of chopped meat.

With a shy yet eager look on her face that was cold to the world, Xin Yan took the bite of the tender meat that melted in her mouth, dripping the flavors of spices and love on her tongue, making her squirm and a little wet.

"After breaking through the sixth stage of the body refinement, I feel like I am almost back to my peak strength as my sealed qi cultivation." With a palm placed on her cheek, Xin Yan sweetly closed her eyes and opened her mouth for another bite only to chew on empty air.

She opened her eyes and saw Noah feeling the green-haired Elysia, who sensed her gaze and turned her head to show her a smug smile.

Elysia chewed slowly, exaggerating every motion like she were savoring the victory more than the food itself. With half-lidded eyes, she leaned forward and let out a satisfied 'mmm,' smacking her lips just loud enough for Xin Yan to hear.

Xin Yan's cold gaze didn't waver, but her fingers tightened around the chopsticks.

She said nothing.

No curse.

No insult.

No declaration of vengeance.

But Noah could feel the temperature in the room drop slightly around them.

Elysia's smirk only grew wider as she peeked sideways at Xin Yan, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Aw, don't look at me like that, Xin'er~ I just couldn't resist. He feeds with such affection; it would be a crime to let it go to waste."

"You are... shameless," Xin Yan said at last, her voice low and soft, like silk laced with the edge of a blade. "You truly have no sense of propriety."

Elysia's eyes sparkled, her fingers dancing along the table. "Propriety?" she echoed innocently. "Is that something that helps you win a man's heart or just a way to lose out on his meat?"