The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 224. Searching the Culprit

The masked man, however, seemed unfazed. Without acknowledging her, he glanced around briefly, then slipped down a nearby path, vanishing into the shadows as if he were a part of them.

Veronica raised a brow, observing his swift departure. She realized he was also masked and clearly not one of Liu’s household. Given the strangeness of the situation, she decided not to pursue him. Instead, she found her own path, maneuvering through the mansion grounds undisturbed.

As they each went their separate ways, a silent understanding seemed to form between them. In that moment, they each had their own purpose, each with an unspoken agreement not to interfere in the other’s affairs.

Tyler slipped deeper into the Liu Residence, casting a quick glance back in the direction where the woman in black had gone. He couldn’t help but think of her presence—sharp, agile, and unmistakably feminine. How had he known she was a woman? He chuckled at his own thoughts; even under the dim moonlight, her silhouette had been unmistakably clear. That smooth curve and narrow waist—it was easy to see.

The awkward encounter lingered in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it, refocusing on the task at hand.

The Liu Residence was sprawling, its corridors and courtyards winding, making it difficult to locate Liu Feng’s room amid the many quarters and wings.

Tyler didn’t want to draw any more attention than necessary, so he moved stealthily, blending into every shadow he could find.

Suddenly, Moeko’s voice, only audible to Veronica, echoed through the mansion’s stillness. "I’m sorry, Big Sister. I can’t remember the exact location." Her tone was tinged with frustration and sadness.

Veronica gave Moeko a comforting pat on her ethereal head, a silent reassurance that it was okay. They would find what they were looking for, even if it took a little longer.

As Tyler continued his search, he found himself crossing paths with the woman in black multiple times.

The two would pause briefly, eye each other, and then continue in opposite directions without a word, as though each had not seen the other at all.

They seemed to be in perfect sync, each respecting the other’s focus and purpose, bound by an unspoken truce.

But their mutual silence was broken when, just outside a dimly lit room, they faced each other again.

Tyler stopped, observing her for a moment before she finally broke the silence. In a deliberately hoarse voice, as if trying to mask her real tone, she asked, "Are you here to kill, too?"

He blinked, surprised at her directness, but nodded, replying in a similarly hushed and unrecognizable tone, "You too?"

She nodded, her eyes narrowed slightly. The stillness around them intensified, making it feel like the world had stopped moving, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, tense exchange.

Tyler felt the absurdity of the situation creeping in. This was far from his original plan, and things were now a lot more complicated than he’d anticipated. Yet, the strange camaraderie they shared made it hard to feel threatened.

He finally whispered, "Why don’t we... do it together?"

Her eyes widened a fraction, as if processing his words. She paused, then gave a slight nod, as if to say, "Why not?" After all, it was too late to back out now, and working together might be the quickest route to achieve their objectives without drawing too much attention.

The silent partnership solidified, they crept quietly toward a window that seemed to lead into Liu Feng’s quarters.

Tyler pulled a small knife, holding it in the shadows, its blade catching the faintest glimmer of light.

Gently, he pressed it against the window, piercing the glass with careful precision, creating a small, silent hole they could use to look inside.

Peering through the small hole, Tyler’s gaze fell upon a young man lounging comfortably in his quarters, a naked woman draped over his arm.

The man had striking features, yet his demeanor was saturated with a sense of entitlement and self-indulgence—a silkpants through and through. He casually stroked the woman’s bare skin, a smug, lazy smile on his lips. It was hard to tell if he was finished with his "fun" or merely building up to it.

Moeko shuddered looking at him.

Tyler felt a nudge on his shoulder. Veronica was behind him, her eyes silently signaling that she, too, wanted to look.

Tyler made a gesture, indicating if she really had to see it.

Veronica nodded without hesitation.

At this point, what else could she not see?

Tyler stepped aside, allowing her access to the small hole in the glass. She leaned in, quickly taking in the scene inside, then shot a glare back at him.

’You were the one who insisted on seeing it,’ Tyler thought to himself, feeling little amused.

The two stayed crouched just beneath the window, listening to the conversation unfolding inside.

From within came the woman’s voice, light and mocking. "Young Master Liu, I heard that the gardener assaulted your lover."

"Lover?" Liu Feng sneered. "She was just a toy. I played with her, shared her with my friends, and then even had some fun with her mother..." He let out a sigh, feigning regret. "Now that you mention it, I remember. That Moeko... such a pity. But you wouldn’t understand—"

The woman beside him laughed, interrupting him. "Oh, Young Master Liu, I understand far more than that little girl ever could..."

Outside the window, Veronica’s face twisted in anger, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Moeko, the restless spirit lingering beside her, turned away, covering her ears, unable to bear hearing more. The agony in her eyes was unmistakable, her small form shivering with suppressed pain and humiliation.

But Tyler’s reaction was different. His expression turned cold, a darkness settling over him like an ancient glacier, deep and unyielding.

Veronica glanced over at Tyler. She leaned close to him, her voice barely a whisper, but sharp with intent. "Let’s go in and kill him."

She really couldn’t take it anymore.

"Alright " Tyler gave a single nod.

After saying that, he smelled a fragrance.

It smelled good.

It wasn’t the fragrance of greasy makeup, but a faint sandalwood scent that was refreshing.

Veronica didn’t notice Tyler actions either. She was listening to Tyler and was still thinking how to attack them without any commotion.

Moeko looked at Masked man her souless eyes regained a little when she saw Tyler’s little action. Even though she doesn’t know who this Masked person is, she felt like she has seen him before.

After that, the two of them stopped talking and waited quietly.

As the night deepened, the conversation in the room gradually became lighter.

With a flick of her wrist, Veronica released a handful of glowing seeds, which pulsed softly in her palm before transforming into tiny spores. With a gentle movement, she directed them toward the small hole in the window. The spores drifted inside, spreading through the room like a delicate mist. Within moments, both Liu Feng and the woman beside him had slumped over, fast asleep.

Tyler and Veronica moved swiftly, slipping through the door without a sound. Once inside, Veronica wasted no time. She drew a knife, her eyes cold with purpose, and approached Liu Feng, her hand poised to strike. But just as she raised the blade, Tyler’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly.

"Not yet," he whispered. "We need to find out who his accomplices are."

Veronica’s gaze met his, and after a moment’s pause, she nodded, understanding the need for caution. She pulled back and instead retrieved a small pot from her bag, placing it carefully on the floor. Sprinkling a handful of seeds inside, she channeled her Prana, and almost immediately, the seeds sprouted into thick vines, writhing and growing at her command. The vines reached out, delicately wrapping around the unconscious woman and lifting her to the far side of the room, where they set her down gently.

Then, the vines coiled around Liu Feng, lifting him off the bed. He dangled, limp and exposed, his vulnerability bringing a look of disdain to Veronica’s face.

"Can you wait outside?" Tyler asked, his tone calm but firm. "I have a method to get the answers we need."

Veronica hesitated, glancing briefly at Moeko’s spirit hovering nearby, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation in her eyes. She gave Tyler a reluctant nod. "Ten minutes. No longer," she agreed, stepping back, unable to stand the sight of Liu Feng any longer.

As she exited with the unconscious woman, Veronica noticed a faint shimmer around the room’s doorway. Her eyes narrowed, and she muttered under her breath, "Concealment Array." It was a precaution, blocking her view of what was happening inside.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Tyler took a step forward, his expression darkening as he prepared to confront Liu Feng. With a swift slap across his face, Liu Feng jolted awake, groggy and disoriented.

"ahh..." He screamed like a pig. Tyler slapped him again.