Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 26 - 24: She’s About to Give Birth?
Hmph!
Celeste Grant’s gaze fell upon the man—or rather, he still had the appearance of a boy. Judging by his looks, he seemed to be a well-behaved youth.
’This is another one of the female lead’s men.’
’Silas Stowe.’
But she, who knew the plot well, was aware that this man was no well-behaved youth.
Just then, Silas Stowe was seen holding Jocelyn Grant with one arm and feeding her an Elixir Pill. When he turned to look in Celeste Grant’s direction, his eyes were fixed on her, filled with killing intent.
"How dare you harm her. You deserve to die."
With a wave of his hand, he gathered his Cultivation and launched a direct magical attack at Celeste Grant. However, the young man in black standing beside her waved his own hand and blocked it.
Seeing that things were going south, Celeste Grant retreated to a safe distance, not forgetting to add a reminder. "That kid’s an Evil Cultivator. He has the power of the Late Stage of Golden Core."
"Late Stage of Golden Core? He’s quite good at hiding it."
From the looks of it, Silas Stowe only appeared to be at the Foundation Establishment Stage; who would have thought he was actually at the Golden Core Stage. If no one had reminded him, he might have been careless.
’This means the guy has a treasure that conceals his Cultivation.’
The young man in black sized up Silas Stowe and couldn’t help but comment, "Looks can truly be deceiving. No wonder I caught a whiff of corpse stench from you. So you’re an Evil Cultivator."
Evil Cultivators were beings that neither the righteous Immortal Sects nor the Demonic Sects would deign to associate with.
"Men, seize them."
The young man in the veiled hat simply raised his hand and gave a signal. Instantly, seven or eight people appeared from all directions with a SWISH.
Celeste Grant glanced over.
’Surprising.’
’There were so many people around me? Then again, with my meager Cultivation, it’s normal that I couldn’t sense their presence.’
Celeste Grant thought of Javier Sinclair.
The fact that he had arranged for so many people to protect her from the shadows was enough to show that he was a truly responsible person. ’As a father, he’s passed the test.’
A disciple from the Bloodfiend Den brought her a chair and led her to the side to sit down.
This was The Cultivation World. The saying "when Immortals fight, mortals suffer" was no mere expression.
If they really started fighting, this place would be razed to the ground. All that construction would have been for nothing.
At this thought, the young man in black took out a Token. He drew a rune in the air, which then sank into the Token.
"Activate the City Defense Array."
Celeste Grant paused, looking up at the sky.
’Right, I almost forgot. Breezewind Town is protected by a Seventh-level City Defense Array. It sounds a bit ridiculous, but it’s true.’
A red rune projected into the sky like a beam of light.
The great formation activated.
Breezewind Town was enveloped within it.
Many people discovered that their Cultivation was being restricted. Others, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, stood far away. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Among them, someone knowledgeable immediately recognized it as a Seventh-level City Defense Array.
A Seventh-level City Defense Array could defend against powerful enemies. Not only that, but while the formation was active, Cultivators within it couldn’t use their Cultivation, making them no different from ordinary people. This type of Seventh Level Formation was typically used in Grand Cultivator Cities with populations of hundreds of thousands or even millions, or by particularly powerful Cultivator Sects.
Setting one up in a place like this was like using a battle-axe to kill an ant.
Not far away, Silas Stowe raised his hand. "My Cultivation... why can’t I use it?"
He looked up at the sky before him and couldn’t help but exclaim, "A Seventh-level City Defense Array! Dammit, how can a small place like this possibly have a Seventh-level City Defense Array?"
At that moment, the expressions of both Jocelyn Grant and Silas Stowe, standing beside her, changed drastically.
’There are so many of them, and only two of us. With our Cultivation restricted, we’re powerless. This means we’re just here to be beaten up.’
’Dammit.’
’Celeste Grant actually colluded with Demon Cultivators to harm me like this.’
The Demon Cultivator disciples who had appeared were looking at them with sinister smiles. They looked so evil they might as well have had horns sprouting from their heads.
Their gazes swept over Silas Stowe.
"Hehehe, you’re an Evil Cultivator."
"You little punk actually dare to be more evil than us."
"This is a slap in our faces! Brothers, get him!"
As they spoke, they descended upon Silas Stowe and Jocelyn Grant with a flurry of punches and kicks. That’s right, it was an ordinary group beating, with no Cultivation involved. They fought with just their fists.
It looked just like a street brawl between thugs.
"AH... AH..."
"Silas... save me."
"Joce! How dare you harm her! I’ll kill you! Let her go!"
"Oho, still talking tough? You think we’re easily scared? You pretty boy, trying to be the hero saving the damsel. Get lost! I may be a Demon Cultivator, but I hate scumbags like you Evil Cultivators the most. The stench on you is enough to make me puke up last night’s dinner."
"You... ARGH! How can you people be so unreasonable?"
Getting beaten, Jocelyn Grant couldn’t fight back and started trying to reason with them.
Too bad for her.
Demon Cultivators weren’t the type to listen to reason.
"We’re Demon Cultivators, who the fuck is gonna reason with you? The grass on the grave of the last guy who tried to reason with us is already ten feet tall."
"Rook, you’re mistaken. This guy won’t even get a grave, haha! How could grass grow?"
"Oh, right."
"Let me go! I’m a disciple of the Azure Sky Sect!"
"So what if you’re from an Immortal Sect? Who doesn’t have a Sect? We’re from the Bloodfiend Den! Coming out to scare people with a face like a pig. Any one of the female cultivators from our Bloodfiend Den is better looking than you."
They were beating her and throwing in personal insults.
Jocelyn Grant was furious.
’Are these people blind? I’m so beautiful! Normally, with just a single word from me, countless men would be kneeling at my feet.’
Watching this scene, Celeste Grant leaned back in her chair, feeling utterly refreshed.
’So this is how easy it is to find happiness. I feel relaxed in both body and mind.’
Watching the two of them get beaten was so satisfying.
"Brothers... beat him! Beat him to a pulp! When we get back, I’ll have The Exalted One give you all a bonus!"
’A bonus? A reward?’
"Yes, milady!"
Hearing this, everyone got excited. They started beating Silas Stowe and his companion with renewed vigor, tossing them up and down. They continued until the pair was on the verge of death. The two of them weren’t ordinary people; their bodies were quite resilient.
It had to be said.
Celeste Grant had finally found it—the feeling of being the villainess.
She felt that compared to being constrained by all the rules and regulations of the Cultivator Sects, joining The Demonic Sects was actually a pretty good option.
After all, she was positioned against the heroine. It would be hard to stir up trouble if she joined an Immortal Sect, but joining The Demonic Sects was a different story.
As long as she had no morals, morality couldn’t hold her back. From now on, whenever she ran into the heroine, her job was to mess with her.
’Join The Demonic Sects? It’s worth considering.’
At this point, Jocelyn Grant was crying loudly from the pain of the beating, having lost all semblance of grace.
"Stop it!"
"Celeste Grant, are you crazy? You’re just going to watch them do this to me? I’m your sister! Aren’t you afraid of the family’s punishment?"
"Sister? Don’t be ridiculous. My parents only had one child—me. What kind of sister are you to me? Get lost, and stop trying to claim relations."
’When she left me for that Evil Cultivator on the roadside, she didn’t show an ounce of mercy. If you can start it, I can finish it. Hah!’
