The Rich Cultivator
Chapter 235. Ability of Copper Ladle

Chapter 235: 235. Ability of Copper Ladle

After indulging Isha’s unusual fantasies, Tyler wasted no time and headed straight to the local branch of the Bank of Atlantis. The deal with Roel had concluded successfully, and Tyler wanted to ensure that the funds were transferred securely. Roel, on the other hand, seemed ecstatic with his newfound wealth.

Roel had decided to leave the continent altogether, heading south with a spring in his step and dreams of living a luxurious nouveau lifestyle in the South.

His memories regarding the artifact he had sold were sealed, ensuring he wouldn’t recall its significance. Yet, Roel didn’t care. With 100 million Lydia in his possession, he was ready to leave everything behind, including his wife. He smugly thought, With this money, I can have as many wives as I want.

Roel didn’t even inform his brother Ciel and quickly left.

Meanwhile, Tyler had other plans. First Isha was not allowed in academy because she is not an academy student or staff. So He sent Isha to the Cedar Islands to assist Mana in her endeavors.

As for himself, he chose not to return to the academy immediately. Instead, he decided to focus on unraveling the mysteries of the copper ladle— the peculiar artifact he’d been eager to study.

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Back in his room,

Tyler rented a courtyard in a random city. He even turned off his communication devices. He doesn’t wants to get disturbed.

Tyler placed the copper ladle on a table. Its color is similar to the copper pot, It has dull appearance contrasted sharply with the powerful resonance he faintly sensed before.

Now the resonance totally stopped.

Like the copper pot he had acquired earlier, the ladle couldn’t be stored in any storage device or treasure, further hinting at its unique properties.

"Finally, some time to figure this out," Tyler muttered, rolling up his sleeves. He began by testing the basics: dipping it in his blood, channeling aura and prana stones into it, and even trying various activation phrases. However, the ladle seemed disappointingly ordinary.

After hours of tinkering, Tyler leaned back in frustration, staring at both the copper ladle and the copper pot. A thought struck him, and he picked up the copper pot.

"Big, big, big," he commanded.

The pot expanded to the size of two basketballs, just as it had before. Curious, he gently placed the copper ladle inside the enlarged pot. It fit perfectly, as though they were parts of a single set.

"Small, small, small," Tyler whispered.

The pot began to shrink, returning to the size of a baseball—and the ladle shrank along with it. When Tyler removed the ladle, he noticed that it retained its smaller size.

"Big, big, big," he said again, and the ladle expanded independently of the pot. Tyler laughed, more from relief than understanding. "Alright, so you can grow and shrink. But what’s your real purpose? Do you have any useful feature?"

The question nagged at him. Over the next three days, Tyler immersed himself in experiments.

He tried various things to see if there is any special with Copper pot.

When he finally returned to the academy, he looked more puzzled than triumphant. Lily, who had been curious about his prolonged absence, immediately sought him out.

"What’s up with you? What have you been doing?" she asked, noticing the odd expression on his face.

"This copper ladle is a menace," Tyler replied, shaking his head. "Its powers are ridiculous. I think I activated something when I combined it with the copper pot, but now it’s lost its ability to replicate using aura or prana stones."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? The only useful ability. Well it’s useless for you. But still that only ability is gone. So what is the use of it?"

Tyler smirked. "I’m going to use it as a weapon."

"What?" Lily blinked, imagining the absurdity of the situation. Her mind conjured a comical image: a proud sword warrior in a grand arena challenging Tyler, only for Tyler to whip out a ladle.

"Wield your weapon!" the warrior in her imagination shouted.

"Behold... the world-ending ladle!" Tyler declared dramatically in her vision, holding the Ladle like some divine relic.

The thought was too much for her, and she burst into laughter. "You’ve got to be kidding me! A ladle?"

"Don’t underestimate it," Tyler said, his tone suddenly serious. "How about we spar? I’ll show you its power."

The academy provided private sparring grounds that could be rented by students. To ensure safety, an instructor would always oversee the sessions. However, a concealing array could be activated for privacy, allowing individuals to practice secret arts or exclusive family techniques without prying eyes.

Inside one of these sparring grounds, Tyler and Lily prepared for a practice match. Lily confidently took out her whip, its leather coiling with a faint crackle of electricity, signaling her readiness for combat. Her movements were fluid and precise, as though she’d done this countless times before.

Tyler, however, reached into his pouch and pulled out what looked like an ordinary spoon. Lily stared, puzzled, until he murmured a command.

"Big, big, big," Tyler said, and the spoon expanded into a ladle of absurd proportions.

Lily froze for a moment before bursting into laughter, unable to contain herself. "You’re seriously going to fight me with that?" she managed between fits of giggles, pointing at the oversized kitchen utensil.

Tyler smirked. "Don’t underestimate it. This ladle might be the most dangerous thing you’ve ever faced."

Her laughter only grew, but she readied herself nonetheless. "Alright, world’s deadliest ladle. Show me what you’ve got!"

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Few Minutes later

The two left the sparring ground, Lily looking utterly flabbergasted.

"I can’t believe it," she said, glancing at the copper ladle in Tyler’s hand with a mix of awe and disbelief. "Its power is ridiculous."

Tyler grinned. "Told you. This thing may look stupid, but it ability is also incredibly stupid. Just like the Copper Pot."

Indeed, the ladle’s abilities defied logic.

Lily sighed, still processing what she’d witnessed. "You know, Tyler, sometimes I wonder if the universe just enjoys making you look ridiculous while giving you overpowered tools."

Tyler chuckled, but his expression turned little sour "Probably my luck."

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Here are the answers for your inner thoughts::::

• What are Isha’s fetish fantasies?

I will write about them in a side story once this volume ends.

• What is the ability of the ladle?

It will be revealed soon...

• What is the best song of this year?

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