Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

"IN POSITION…. And STRIKE!"

Right on the outskirts of the inner circle of the Aradonia city, Noah found himself in front of a wide open field. The area was wide enough for hundreds of the soldiers to train at once without any problem.

But what Noah was seeing were no soldiers… They were all ordinary people. They lacked both coordination and a fierce desire to fight. Their bodies were tense, and their eyes were dull, showing they were forced to be there against their will.

"What are you doing!" The instructor saw their sloppy forms and shouted in anger. "Even my kid can wield a spear better than your sorry asses."

The instructor spat as he spoke, his voice booming in each one of their ears. Those who knew they were guilty lowered their heads in shame, but they tightly clasped the weapons in their hands.

"What are you looking at? Is this how you plan to defend your city? AGAIN!"

Everyone took their stances once more and stabbed the spear in the front. They did it, over and over again. No matter how many times they moved their arms, they had to do it again.

This continued on until the sun started to go down before another batch of soldiers and a new instructor took their spot.

Then… it was morning all over again.

"Hmm…" Noah exhaled nasally, still standing in the same spot he had been in since he arrived at this place.

Having seen enough, he decided to move on to the next target, but since it was already late, the city grew quiet and the people all rushed into their houses before the darkness descended.

From how smoothly this all happened, Noah could tell they had been doing this all day for a long time. Having nothing else to do, he chose to sleep in for the night.

In desperate moments people want to express their pain and let out their grievances. They look for a place where they can find someone who will listen to their cries, even if it's an idol made of stone.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Hearing the three bells echoing throughout the city in the silent morning, Noah got curious and made his way to the source of the sound.

In a desolate corner of the city, he saw a run-down building with chipped walls, a conical top, and a bronze bell perched on the top of the structure.

From the information he had gathered until now, Noah knew what this place was.

The church of Goddess Ana.

The front gate of the church was wide open for the believers to come in and pray to her. The emblem of the church was twin swords crossed over a shining sun.

Hiding his presence, Noah walked inside behind a group of people that were entering the church. Despite its state, every single bench in the church had at least a single person sitting on it.

Noah glanced at the thirty or so benches before walking to the side and leaning against the wall before listening to people whispering their grievances and prayers to the stone idol of the same goddess he saw the picture of in the restaurant yesterday.

But this idol was different; in this image, Goddess Ana was standing with her sword lowered and her eyes filled with compassion and care, looking down.

"Oh Goddess, I pray to you… Please don't let them take my son away from me. He is only 15… sniff! He is a kind child and has his whole life ahead of him. He wants to be a carpenter, but they are forcing him to join the army… please—" A woman sat near Noah, her hands crossed on the bench before her and her head hidden within her arm as she wept silently.

She was not the only one crying; several other women were pouring their hearts out on different matters.

"Oh goddess, he hurt me today as well… I cannot take it anymore. Please guide me… what should I do?" And among these women, Noah saw a familiar figure. The same woman he saw getting slapped by her husband.

He listened to her prayers for a while before turning his attention to the others.

It was not only the women who had to pray; even some men were present. They sat far away from others so the others might not hear what they had to say by accident.

Some of them were the guards who protected the city, while the others were the young men who were in the training program.

"Fairy Ana… Can you please marry me… I dream of you every night. I know I may not be worthy of you, and the way I think of you is considered blasphemy, but—"

Noah almost coughed hearing the elaborate love letter that one of the young men was narrating in a single breath. He did not even stop to take a breath, but he kept speaking.

Noah ignored him and turned his attention to a middle-aged man, who appeared to be in his thirties, sitting a few benches behind the lovestruck fool. The look on his face was not of sadness or a lovestruck fool.

His bloodshot eyes flickered with deadly intent as he stared at the ground.

"Goddess Ana, I pray to you. I am willing to donate the savings of my life; I am willing to leave my wife and children… All I want is that you kill that bastard Xu Shang. I know that what I am asking is a sin, but that bastard is the stain on this city; he is forcing us to work like slaves from morning to night."

"We barely make enough money to sustain our families, and I cannot take his tyranny any more."

Raising his head, the scar-faced man's eyes shone with madness. "To kill him, I am willing to give away anything! Yes, he is the reason my family is suffering! He is the reason my wife does not listen to me. If only I had the chance to prove myself—"

At this point, Noah stopped listening and walked out of the church without looking back. Outside the church, he saw a group of 10 to 15 children playing on the street.