Cultivation Chaos: Superheroes In The Realm Of Immorals

Cai'er stared at Spark's outstretched arms in confusion. One couldn't blame her—after all, the concept of a handshake was foreign to her.

Seeing her confusion, Spark quickly retracted his hand. "Oh, sorry. It's a custom I think I used to do…" Spark said, still sticking with his amnesia story.

Cai'er shook her head slightly. "It's no worries, sir, I—" Unfortunately, before she could finish, she was cut off by Spark.

"Please, can you stop it with the 'sir'? It's making me uncomfortable… we're probably around the same age."

On hearing this, Cai'er's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Sorry, I addressed you as such because that's how most cultivators like being addressed by us regulars," she explained with a smile.

Now she was really curious what Spark looked like underneath the bandages.

Heading back to his seat, he shook his head in dismissal. "Whatever. I'm not others. Address me by my name—Spark. And while you're at it, get to the details on the healing you spoke about."

Seeing how straightforward and dismissive he was unnerved her. Never had she met a man who was in such a hurry to end a conversation with her.

Putting on a smile that wasn't a smile, she started, "Well then, Mr. Spark, since we've agreed on your side, it's only natural I present mine.

Recently, due to some complications, I went to the Immortal Land and—" Once more, she was interrupted mid-speech, which was beginning to get on her nerves.

"Wait, one can exit to the Mortal Lands?" Spark asked.

Cai'er's brows furrowed as she thought, 'Wait, he doesn't know about this? Did he truly lose his memories?'

You see, like her father, she also refused to believe a cultivator could lose his or her memories—especially a martial artist, known for having the toughest bodies and most resilient minds among all humans.

'This is bad. Like Dad said, he might not be in the right state to deal with Slade…' she concluded inwardly.

Pursing her lips, she answered, "Yes, it is very possible. Mortals can exit and enter without restrictions, as the Heaven and Earth Formation only guards against beings above the Core Formation stage and its equivalent in other practices…

Well, except for Essence Weavers and Martial Artists, who can come and go no matter the level. We don't know why that is, but that's how it is."

Spark nodded in understanding. It seemed the formation only favored those born in the Mortal Lands.

Which made him begin to wonder—what would happen if he crossed the border after cultivating mortal practices and reaching greater heights?

Would the formation still mark him as a mortal?

'Well, anyway, that's a problem for future me. I'll cross that bridge once I get there,' he concluded, dismissing the topic from his mind.

After pausing for a bit, Cai'er continued from where she left off. "As I was saying, I left for the Immortal Lands due to some complications, and during my brief time there, I got my hands on a couple of Qi pills.

And most specifically among the bunch, there was one named Recast Elixir." She paused, letting her words sink in.

Spark tilted his head in confusion. "So what is this Recast Elixir?"

'Heavens, this guy's really clueless about everything, isn't he?' Cai'er rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Recast Elixir is a miraculous pill, which is said to be able to rebuild a body from scratch.

No matter how you got injured—even if it was done by higher-grade immortals who dabble in laws of reality—it would be made anew."

Finally, since the start of their conversation, Spark showed interest on his face, as his eyes lit up with hope.

Seeing this, a cunning smile grew on Cai'er's face. "Don't get too excited… on my way back, I was robbed."

On hearing this, Spark's face grew cold. 'Is she toying with me?' he wondered, scrapping his previous assessment of her.

Eyes feigning innocence, she continued, "I would have loved to present it to you right away, sir… but unfortunately, it is out of my hands.

If you need it, you'll have to go hunt the bandits that robbed me." She finished and paused, as though waiting for him to speak.

Leaning back in his chair, the gears in Spark's mind started turning. 'Smart. She brought up what I need first, before she brought up the story of the bandits. It's obvious she's a cunning negotiator.

Why am I surprised? She's the spawn of that miser, after all. In a situation like this, they're probably trying to eat their cake and have it too.'

The more he thought about it, the more he was sure—the so-called bandits had something to do with the 'problem' her father wanted him to solve. 'Slade, is it? He probably has something to do with this.'

So right now, she was trying to use this miraculous elixir as a means to an end. 'She wants me to eradicate the bandits. If I do that for my own benefit, her father wouldn't have to call in his favor… Smart.'

He finally spoke. "So you're telling me you want me to help take you to Nightmare Paradise in exchange for what? The information that you've been robbed?

Let's say you did tell me the bandits' location and I storm their hideout, retrieving all the stolen treasures and elixirs—why would I still be obligated to escort you to a place I understand to be dangerous?"

Keeping her composure, she answered, "To be honest, in your current state, you'll be hard-pressed to survive an encounter with them—let alone defeat them."

Spark sneered at this evaluation. Raising a brow, he asked, "And how are you so sure about that?"

As though waiting for such a question, Cai'er smiled, taking slow steps toward the seated Spark. "If we were talking about regular people, I wouldn't have been so sure. After all, I'm sure even the strongest regular humans would be nothing more than ants to you—even in your current state…

But unfortunately, these aren't regular bandits. Even though they don't belong to any martial school, they are martial artists like you. And their leader, Slade—from our rough estimation—is at least at the peak of the Forging Realm… I repeat, at least. He might be higher."

As she spoke, she didn't stop moving. She walked elegantly but slowly—confident yet graceful. "And from what I was told, your body is filled with lacerations, most that cut deep to the bone.

And sixty percent of your tendons have been severed. The fact that you can walk and move is a miracle in itself. But even at that, summoning your full strength in your current state is next to impossible.

I repeat, I believe if these were a bunch of regular humans we were talking about, you would have found this easy—but they're not…"

By the time she finished speaking, she was very close to Spark wanting to bask in the overwhelming Yang he was emitting. She bent, letting her face be a hair's breadth away from his, and slowly mouthed, "I believe you will need our help for this. That's my offer."

A pleasant fragrance slowly wafted into Sparks nostrils…

Even though she put up a confident front, her heart thudded heavily, and sweat drenched the back of her neck. She was as scared as she could be.

Which was justified—after all, this was a man who could rip off her head in a second if he saw fit. She was just betting on her assumption that he was a smart man, which was why she dared get this close.

After staring into her beautiful eyes for a bit, the bandage on Spark's cheek crumpled as a wide grin found its way onto his face. "Smart. I like… So what type of help are we talking about?"