Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 44 - 42: Bloodfiend Den Made: Making Your Life Convenient
The flyer had all the necessary information, along with a picture of the phone.
"Is this picture on here the phone?"
"This palm-sized box is really better than a Jade Scroll. Not only can you transmit your voice, but you can also see the other person face-to-face. If that’s true, I’m definitely buying one. Topping it up with five Spirit Stones a month is only a few dozen a year—that’s such a great deal."
Five Spirit Stones really wasn’t much. They could earn that just by going out and slaying a single low-level demon beast. So, that small amount of Spirit Stones was nothing to them.
"Look, there’s another line of text at the bottom."
Please turn over
They flipped the flyers over. The people holding them huddled together, whispering as their eyes fixed on the text.
Cultivation Phone v1.0, manufactured by the Demonic Sects’ Bloodfiend Den. Making your life easier.
Sales begin in three days.
Purchase location: Available for purchase at the Bloodfiend Den Official Flagship Store, a Demonic Sects enterprise. Limited quantity, first come, first served. Full refund if not satisfied. If there are any quality issues, free replacement within three months and free repairs for damage within one year.
No compensation for damage caused by external force. Please read carefully before purchasing. The Bloodfiend Den’s affiliated stores welcome you in three days.
Seeing this news, the crowd began to buzz with discussion.
"What a bold move! A free replacement if it breaks within three months, and they’ll even help repair it if it breaks within a year? Even when we buy things refined by the Cultivator Sects, they won’t compensate us if it breaks."
"Yeah, last time I spent five hundred Spirit Stones on a Flying Sword and it broke in half a month. I was heartbroken! I went to complain, but they refused to admit there was a problem with their sword. They even said I used too much force. It made me so mad."
"This Magic Artifact called a ’phone’ is made by the Demonic Sects. Can we trust it? I want to buy one, but I don’t know if it’s for real."
"I want to buy one too, but it’s made by the Demonic Sects. Are we sure it’s okay? Those people are Demon Cultivators."
"We’re just Loose Cultivators. Who cares if it’s made by an Immortal Sect or the Demonic Sects? As long as it works, that’s all that matters. Why don’t we buy one and try it out?"
"No, no, let’s ask around first. Find a Demon Cultivator and see what they say..."
Meanwhile, those from the Righteous Immortal Sects who heard the news were skeptical. They felt there was no way Demon Cultivators could create something so good, and some of the higher-ups from the Immortal Sects simply scoffed at the idea.
"Those petty crooks from the Demonic Sects, what scheme are they plotting now? It must be a scam. Sooner or later, we’ll have to wipe them out completely. What kind of good thing could a bunch of Demon Cultivators possibly refine? And people are supposed to spend Spirit Stones on it? What a joke. Even if they gave it to us from the Immortal Sects for free, we wouldn’t use it."
Someone standing next to them didn’t forget to chime in. "Exactly. We wouldn’t deign to associate with the Demonic Sects... I refuse to believe it could be better than the Sound Transmission Jade Slips we refine ourselves."
Regardless of what others thought, the buzz about the phone still swept through the Cultivation World. Some were watching from the sidelines, some were curious, and others were preparing to join the excitement.
The Bloodfiend Den advertised the phone for three days, and they did more than just hand out flyers.
They also put up large posters in cities throughout the regions of both Cultivation and Devil Cultivation.
The posters featured all sorts of tall, beautiful young women. They wore a variety of beautiful dresses that showed off their fine figures, smiling at the male cultivators while holding the phones. Their long, slender legs had countless male cultivators wiping away nosebleeds.
These men would stand under the posters and say, "How improper! Truly scandalous! So indecent!"
All the while, their eyes were practically glued to the posters, as if they wanted to carry the women away.
Even the self-proclaimed righteous Immortal Sect Disciples would make a point of "solemnly" passing by the posters several times a day.
"It’s still up. These Demon Cultivators are truly brazen, so brazen."
Their eyes would flick upward.
’Nice legs.’
’Great waist!’
’So big!’
’She’s even prettier than our junior sister at the Sect.’
’Damn it, the Demonic Sects must have abducted these girls. This female cultivator has surely lost her way. I must find a chance to see if I can rescue them...’
When Celeste Grant, who was in the Bloodfiend Den, received the news, she burst out laughing.
"Haha, men. As if I don’t know what you’re all like. You say it’s improper and scandalous, but you can’t stop looking. Good, this advertising campaign went very well. Someone, give each of these disciples a five-hundred-Spirit-Stone appearance fee."
HISS~
Five hundred Spirit Stones!
The ones Celeste Grant had found to model for the posters were female cultivators from the Bloodfiend Den.
Their eyes went wide when they heard they would be getting five hundred Spirit Stones.
They were just ordinary disciples in the Bloodfiend Den with low Cultivation. They had never seen so many Spirit Stones before. They never imagined they would receive such a great reward for doing work for the madam.
"Thank you, Madam."
"We are willing to serve you to the death, Madam."
’Always with the "dying for me" talk.’
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"Alright, I have seen your loyalty. You are all dismissed. Continue your good work."
"Yes, Madam."
As the female disciples left with their Spirit Stones, they felt like they were walking on air. What was most important in the Cultivation World? Not just a powerful backer, but also Cultivation Resources.
Watching them leave, Celeste Grant sat down and propped her chin on her hand.
’Honestly.’
’Each of them has her own unique look—plump or slender, they all have their own charm. With their looks, you wouldn’t get them for an appearance fee of less than a few hundred thousand in the modern world. Giving them only five hundred Spirit Stones here is practically being a cheapskate.’
The phone had been researched and refined.
The advertisements were out.
Now it was time to harvest the leeks.
Everything was ready. All that was missing was the east wind.
She just had to wait and see what happened in three days.
Although Celeste Grant had been busy developing the phone, she hadn’t neglected her Cultivation this past year. Her Cultivation had solidified, and she was on the verge of forming her Golden Core. As soon as the phone officially went on sale, she planned to find a place to enter seclusion and break through.
’Calculating the time...’
’The Immortal Treasury Palace Secret Realm is about to emerge.’
’It’s about time I went and snatched the female lead’s opportunities.’
Lost in thought, she suddenly heard a slight noise from above. The next moment, a large hole burst open in the roof of her bedchamber, and tiles came crashing down.
Celeste Grant dodged out of the way in a flash. Looking up, she saw a little chubby boy falling through the hole.
Celeste Grant teleported over in a flash and caught him securely in her arms.
It was her son, now over a year old and able to walk. As The Archfiend’s only son, he was the darling of everyone in the Bloodfiend Den.
Now that her son could talk, he would call out "Uncle" and "Grandpa," delighting the elders so much that they would shower him with all sorts of treasures.
Even passing disciples would give him a tanghulu and carry him back, afraid he might get lost. Of course, as long as he was within the territory of the Demonic Sects, no one would dare to harm him.
With her son in her arms, she saw him giggling.
Celeste Grant’s expression darkened.
She pinched his little cheek.
"Still laughing? How did you get on the roof? You had Cub take you flying around again, didn’t you?"
"Mama, fly-fly."
"Fly-fly."
