Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 48 - 46: The Exalted One, Please Let Me Hug Your Thigh
In this world, the strongest one could only reach the Late Stage of the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. After that, they would have to pass the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the Upper Realm, moving on to a vaster world.
This was the so-called "ascension to immortality."
For Celeste Grant, who had binged countless novels and TV shows, it was all very clear. ’This "ascension to immortality" is probably just the beginning. After all, Cultivation is like a set of nesting dolls—it never ends.’
The author of this book had limited writing skills.
Or maybe the plot just fell apart toward the end. The book concluded with the heroine living happily ever after with her men, bearing over thirty children and spending her days picking which man to be with like an empress choosing a concubine, before coming to a hasty end.
In the end, no one in the story ever passed their tribulation and ascended.
’Honestly, I’m curious. This world is based on a book. Can the people here really pass the tribulation and ascend?’
But there were records in this world. It was said that a thousand years ago, someone had shattered the void and successfully ascended to the Upper Realm.
Therefore, she guessed that this world was a real world created by some powerful being, based on the plot of the novel. So, it should be possible to grow strong through Cultivation, pass the tribulation, and ascend. She just didn’t know where one would end up after ascension.
’Truly one-dimensional characters...’
’...have no thoughts of their own.’
’But the people here do.’
So when Celeste Grant heard that Javier Sinclair had already broken through to the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, she, who held the script to this world, was completely stunned.
’He actually changed the plot!’
According to the book, only two powerful figures at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage had ever appeared.
And they only showed up late in the story. One was a three-thousand-year-old monster from Borast’s Sancthelm—a white-haired old man. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The other was the youngest grand-uncle of the Primal Heaven Sect, the leader of the Seven Great Celestial Sects, Sean Lockwood. The novel described him as the number one person in the Cultivation World. He was also another one of the heroine’s men.
But according to the plot, he was only at the Late Stage of Golden Core right now. If it weren’t for all the opportunities he gained by following the heroine, he never would have broken through to the Transcendance Tribulation Stage.
’There are still ten years before he reaches the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. By then, my son will be old enough to run errands!’
In other words, Javier Sinclair was now terrifyingly strong.
He was now the strongest person in all of Eosian. Only that old monster from Borast would have the strength to challenge him. However, at their level of Cultivation, cultivators wouldn’t easily fight one another.
’I don’t know how he managed to break through to the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, but that’s not important.’
’What matters is that he’s strong.’
Javier and she were in the same boat. His strength was naturally a good thing for her. Villains always stick together, after all.
"Hehe, The Exalted One, please let me hug your thigh."
She was serious about this.
Javier Sinclair froze.
His gaze shifted to her face, and he furrowed his brow slightly. ’What kind of weird fetish is this?’ he thought.
’Why does she want to hug my thigh out of the blue?’
’The moment I come out of seclusion, she’s already got her eyes on my leg.’
At this thought, he took a step back and said, "I am not that kind of casual person. Don’t even think about it."
His thigh wasn’t something just anyone could hug.
Hearing this, Celeste Grant blinked, then burst out laughing. "Haha... Hahaha... I couldn’t help it. I don’t usually laugh. The Exalted One, what on earth are you thinking?"
She quickly shook her head.
She raised a hand as if taking an oath.
"Don’t get the wrong idea! When I said ’hug your thigh,’ I didn’t mean it literally. I really didn’t. I have no intention of hugging... *that* leg." As she spoke, her gaze drifted down to his leg.
Javier Sinclair sneered.
"Hmph. Then what did you mean?"
Celeste looked a little embarrassed.
"Well, ’hugging a thigh’ means it’s nice to have a big tree for shade. It’s about having a powerful backer. The Exalted One, don’t you think I look like your long-lost little sister?"
’So that’s what she meant.’
Javier Sinclair: "..."
However, he reached out and grabbed her head.
Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice. "My mother has been dead for several hundred years. Is she going to rise from her grave just to give me a little sister?"
Seeing him lean in, Celeste felt a pang of fear, but she was the type who, despite being weak, would never admit defeat. So she tilted her head up slightly, grabbed the side of his robe, and whispered in his ear, "Hehe, it’s all the same. We can be siblings with different parents, right, brother~?"
’Oh, Mom.’
’Your daughter has really made it.’
’I’m flirting with the Archfiend.’
Siblings with different parents were just unrelated people. If he was willing, Celeste Grant had no objections.
’Having a powerful older brother would be great, too. If the situation allowed it, I wouldn’t have just had his son. Given his age, I actually wouldn’t mind having another dad.’
That one word, "brother," made Javier Sinclair’s tall frame go rigid. The hand on her head suddenly felt awkward, not knowing whether to pull back or stay.
He was silent for a moment before speaking. "You’re unusually thick-skinned."
Celeste took the opportunity and ran with it.
"As the saying goes, a shameless person is invincible."
"I think twisting your head off would be more appropriate."
Celeste grabbed his hand and freed her head from his grasp. "The Exalted One, please stop thinking about my head. It’s really scary."
She then looked at her son sleeping on the bed. "My son is asleep. Do you want to stay with him? I’m going to go cultivate over there. Make yourself at home."
"Oh, right. I assume you already know about us developing the ’cell phones.’"
Javier Sinclair grunted in acknowledgment.
"Mm."
He didn’t just know; he knew in great detail.
Celeste nodded.
"Then I won’t say more. A lot of resources and money were invested in the research and development, but luckily, the finished products have been refined." She couldn’t resist adding, "Don’t worry, this business won’t lose money. Just wait for your cut of the profits."
’I have a feeling... we’re going to make a killing this time.’
Thinking of this, Celeste Grant went to cultivate in a good mood.
In this world, cultivators generally didn’t need to sleep. They could meditate and cultivate straight through until dawn.
Watching Celeste go off to cultivate on her own, Javier Sinclair walked to the bedside and sat down without a word.
’Does she not see me at all? This woman isn’t the least bit afraid of him anymore. For some reason, he found that he actually quite liked it.’
He had seen too many women who cowered and shrank away at the sight of him. To find one who could see him and still speak so naturally was a rare thing indeed.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard his son roll over, ending up asleep on his stomach. The blanket that had been covering him was kicked to the side.
Javier Sinclair reached out and pulled the blanket back over him. Just as he was about to leave, a small hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve.
"Daddy."
’Is he calling for me in his sleep?’
In the end, looking at that chubby little hand, Javier didn’t leave. Instead, he lay down on his side next to him, watching him quietly.
This mother and son were an accident in Javier Sinclair’s life, an unexpected surprise that had caught him completely off guard.
He poked the boy’s little face with a finger.
Javier Sinclair didn’t even notice that his perpetually cold face was, at this moment, smiling.
"Little rascal."
