Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 54 - 52: Bloodfiend Den Is a Legitimate Demonic Sect
Eggs laid by the chickens of The Cultivation World were infused with Spiritual Energy. Such high-quality ingredients only needed to be boiled in water to achieve an exquisite flavor.
She took two bites and found it a bit hard to swallow.
"Madam, have some water."
Nerida rose and poured her a cup of water.
Celeste Grant accepted it. "Thank you."
After a sip of water, Celeste Grant stood up and handed her son to Javier Sinclair. She pulled the burlap sack on the table toward her, then looked at the crowd and announced, "Our Bloodfiend Den is a legitimate Cultivation... *ahem*... Demonic Sect, so our compensation packages must be up to par."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
The Left Protector: "..."
The Right Protector: "..."
The Hall Masters: "..."
The elders: "..."
’Since when was our Bloodfiend Den a legitimate Demonic Sect? But, if Madam says it is, then it definitely is. It must be!’
"Madam, you’re right! Our Bloodfiend Den is a legitimate Demonic Sect—more legitimate than any Immortal Sect!"
Everyone nodded in fervent agreement.
’From now on, if anyone dares to say the Bloodfiend Den isn’t legitimate, we’ll bash their heads in.’
Celeste Grant gave them a thumbs-up. "Excellent. I like your thinking. I’ve seen all the hard work everyone in the Bloodfiend Den has put in recently. I’ve always been a firm believer that all that effort deserves to be rewarded."
As she spoke, she pulled the sack filled with Storage Rings and storage bags in front of her. With a wave of her hand, several Storage Rings and storage bags floated up, stopping in mid-air before the assembled leaders.
’My Object Manipulation Magic has gotten more skillful. Not bad.’
"These are for you. As the senior leadership of the Bloodfiend Den, how can you not have some savings? This time, I’m distributing three billion Spirit Stones among all the disciples of our sect."
"Each elder will receive three million Spirit Stones."
"The Left and Right Protectors will receive two million Spirit Stones each."
"The other Hall Masters will each receive one million Spirit Stones."
"Furthermore, the various minor leaders will receive between 50,000 and 300,000 Spirit Stones each. The remaining Core Disciples will get 20,000 Spirit Stones per person, regular disciples will get 5,000 each, and our lowest-ranking disciples will get 3,000 each. I’ll leave the distribution to you."
As her words faded, everyone present was shocked into a stupor.
In the past, The Exalted One would give out rewards when he was pleased, sometimes even allowing them to choose Magic Artifacts. But they had never seen such a staggering amount of glittering Spirit Stones given away at once. Even those sects that boasted of their vast resources wouldn’t dare to be so generous.
But their Madam was actually doing it.
It was just too much.
HISS...
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Elder Lawson and the others rose to their feet.
"Madam, this is too much."
They stared directly at her.
Then they nodded numbly.
Someone spoke up, "Indeed, we feel... we don’t deserve this."
The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.
She held up a hand to silence them.
"It’s not too much. It’s what you’ve earned. Your Exalted One and I will never shortchange anyone who contributes to the Bloodfiend Den. This is your reward."
Everyone was deeply moved.
Those present reached out, accepting the storage bags and Storage Rings. Placing their hands over their hearts, they bowed deeply to Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair.
"Thank you, Exalted One! Thank you, Madam!"
"We, your subordinates, swear to serve the Bloodfiend Den, The Exalted One, and Madam to the death!"
’It was true what they say—having money really does lift your spirits. They felt like they finally had something to look forward to.’
Seeing the excited expressions on their faces, Celeste Grant felt quite happy herself.
’As a boss, if you’re stingy with bonuses, who’s going to be willing to die for you?’
’These people under Javier Sinclair are all fiercely loyal. They’re absolutely worth the price.’
’Of course, it wasn’t like she was some saint. From now on, her fate was tied to theirs. It was always good to have a backup plan.’
’All this muscle, just waiting to be used?’
’Not a chance.’
’She was a villainess, after all. She had to do what a villainess was supposed to do.’
The Bloodfiend Den’s previous income streams were mainly from refining their own Magic Artifacts, Elixir Pills, and talisman paper. Now, their biggest source of revenue was the cell phones.
’I’ll have to look for some other money-making ventures later.’
’The title of the richest person in The Cultivation World... that was something worth dreaming about. A person needs to have at least one unrealistic goal to strive for.’
At this thought, she smiled gently.
"If there’s nothing else, you’re all dismissed. Nerida, you stay."
Nerida nodded.
"Of course, Madam."
"Yes, Exalted One, Madam. We will take our leave."
After bowing, the group rose and departed.
Now it was her turn.
Anyone with Cultivation could check the contents of a Storage Ring to see how many Spirit Stones it held. So, Celeste Grant simply took her own share and put it away.
"Nerida, take the rest to the treasury for storage."
Nerida, who had stayed behind, nodded slightly.
"Yes, Madam. I’ll go right away."
With that, she picked up the burlap sack and left.
Now, only Celeste Grant’s family remained.
Javier Sinclair rested a hand on his son’s head, but his gaze fell upon her. "You’re quite skilled at winning people over. My subordinates are about to become yours."
’He felt his own presence diminishing.’
Hearing this, she chuckled softly.
"Oh, how could you say that, Exalted One? You must be joking. They are all your people, fiercely loyal to you. It’s not just them—even I am your person now, with no one else in my heart. They only listen to me out of respect for you. I don’t command that kind of prestige on my own."
’That much was true,’ she thought. ’They only respected her this much for the sake of their child’s father.’
’Wait a second... something about what I just said doesn’t feel right.’ 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Javier Sinclair stared at her, his eyes dark and profound.
He murmured, his tone somewhere between a question and a statement, "So, you’re my person now? You’re certainly quick to define your place."
Realization dawned, and Celeste Grant’s face flushed red.
’I misspoke.’
’This mouth of mine, it just runs on its own.’
’Flattery is a skill. Next time, I should think before I speak.’
She waved her hands frantically.
"No, no, Exalted One, don’t misunderstand! That’s not what I meant... you know what I mean, right?"
Javier Sinclair shot her a look and said flatly, "I’m not well-read. I don’t understand."
Celeste Grant glared at him.
And glared at him again.
"You... If you don’t get it, then just forget it."
’This man is doing it on purpose.’
’He just wants to see me get flustered.’
’Don’t be fooled by his cold, unapproachable demeanor and sinister aura. In reality, he’s sharp-tongued, prideful, a bit of a chauvinist, and even a little childish.’
’The only thing flawless about him was his face, which was perfect from every angle. Still, for all his faults, he was a genuinely hands-on father, generous with his money, and responsible.’
’She thought back to all those stories from her past life online: wives screaming in childbirth while their husbands were in the same room, laughing happily as they played video games.’
’By that metric, her son’s father was already better than 99% of men.’
Javier Sinclair found it rather amusing to watch her get angry.
’I wonder if she cries like this little brat does? Wailing her eyes out.’
Celeste Grant felt a shiver run down her spine under his inexplicable gaze.
’Why is The Archfiend staring at me like that?’
’I get the feeling he’s making fun of me in his head.’
