Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 58 - 56: Divination, Divination! She Jinxes You, She Jinxes You, Brother
Meanwhile.
Jocelyn Grant felt like she had a concussion. The incessant ROARING in her ears made her eardrums ache. She could only feel a churning in her chest, as if her organs had all been displaced.
She spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Clutching her chest, she snarled in fury.
"Who... Who was it?"
"Damn it."
She vaguely remembered seeing a Spirit Boat fly past the Immortal Ship, but she hadn’t paid it any mind at the time. ’It must have been the people on board.’
’Who on earth wants to harm me?’
The Immortal Ship spiraled out of control, plummeting straight down.
The power of a Top-grade Explosion Talisman was immense. As the ship’s hull slammed into the ground, it was met with two more thunderous BOOMS, sending thick smoke and shockwaves billowing into the sky.
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air.
"AHH—"
"Joce, save me..."
The Evil Cultivator in the wheelchair was Silas Stowe. He had already been missing a leg, and now, he had lost an arm as well. With his hair disheveled and his face covered in blood, he was a truly pathetic sight.
Jocelyn Grant, her face smudged with soot and blood from the Blast Flame Talisman’s explosion, turned to look at Silas Stowe on the ground. A flicker of disgust showed in her eyes.
But her expression softened as she asked, "Silas, are you all right?"
Silas Stowe: "Joce, my arm."
Her gaze followed his, and she saw that his arm was indeed gone, blood gushing from the wound.
’So filthy,’ she thought, reluctant to reach out to him.
Before, even though Silas Stowe was missing a leg and confined to a wheelchair, he had still been easy on the eyes. But now, smeared with blood, disheveled, filthy, and even more disabled, he looked like a beggar. Jocelyn Grant’s affection for him vanished in an instant. Fighting back her revulsion, she said, "Silas, take this Elixir Pill first to stop the bleeding."
As she spoke, she walked over and held out an Elixir Pill.
"You care about him."
Seeing this, the other man, his own clothes blasted to tatters, wouldn’t stand for it. He strode forward and grabbed Jocelyn Grant’s hand.
The classic overbearing-CEO drama, xianxia edition, was playing out once more.
"Jocelyn, I only agreed to bring him along because he saved you. I forbid you from caring about him so much. A man like him isn’t even worthy of dreaming about you."
Jocelyn Grant was secretly pleased.
’Look at these men.’
’All I have to do is shed a few tears and crook my finger, and they obey me like dogs.’ With that thought, she stood up, leaned into his embrace, and soothed, "Brother Young, you’ve misunderstood. Silas and I are just friends."
"You’re lying to me. You like him, don’t you?"
"Let go of Joce, or I’ll kill you."
"Silas, Brother Young, please don’t do this."
"Jocelyn, I’m your Taoist Companion! How could you speak up for him?"
"Jocelyn loves me!"
"You? Worthy? You’re just a crippled gimp."
And so, despite their injuries from the explosion, the two men started fighting with Magic, resulting in mutual destruction. Even with a missing leg and arm, the Evil Cultivator still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Liam Yardley was poisoned and immediately spat up a mouthful of blood.
"Stop fighting!"
"It’s all my fault... Brother Young..." As she spoke, she coughed up another mouthful of blood and fainted. This time, she had actually passed out for real.
’Who on earth wants to harm us?’
’Could it be Celeste Grant?’
Evidently, she had guessed correctly. In a way, the female lead and the villainess were on the same wavelength.
Seeing Jocelyn Grant cough up blood and faint, the two men instantly panicked.
"Jocelyn!"
"Joce!"
Seeing the situation, Liam Yardley walked over, scooped up Jocelyn Grant, and flew away using Sword Control. He left the disabled Silas Stowe on the ground, unable to even get up.
Silas spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
’Why did it turn out like this?’
’This isn’t how things were supposed to be. Why have I fallen so low?’
’I have to recover quickly.’
’And take Joce back.’
With a trembling hand, he took out an Elixir Pill, swallowed it, and began his Cultivation to recover from his injuries.
「A while later.」
Someone passed by not far away. It was an ordinary-looking old man, but he was likely a Cultivator as well. Seeing the man walk toward him, Silas’s expression grew wary.
"Which Sect are you a disciple of? How did you get injured so badly? Did you run into an Evil Cultivator?"
Hearing this, Silas breathed a small sigh of relief.
’Good, the old man didn’t realize I’m an Evil Cultivator.’ He relaxed for the moment.
"It’s nothing. Just a little accident."
The man tossed him an Elixir Pill.
He picked it up and glanced at it.
’It’s a surprisingly good Healing Pill.’
Silas Stowe looked at the old man. ’To casually hand out such a good pill, he must have plenty of treasures on him. If I kill him...’
The Cultivator opposite him had already sensed the shift in Silas Stowe’s aura and seen the greed in his eyes.
He sneered inwardly.
’You damn Evil Cultivator.’
’Still, since I’ve been paid, I have a job to do. And since the target is an Evil Cultivator, I can earn this money with a clear conscience.’
"Hm? Your facial features are a bit strange. I happen to know a little bit about fortune-telling. Our meeting today must be fate, so I’ll give you a free reading."
He then pinched his fingers together, making some calculations.
He put on a mystical air.
"This shouldn’t be... How could this happen?"
"Logically, your Cultivation should be advancing by leaps and bounds, and you should end up revered by thousands. Why have you fallen to such a state?"
’What?’
’I’m supposed to be revered by thousands?’
In that moment, Silas Stowe actually believed him.
"Master, what is the reason for this? I feel like I’ve been incredibly unlucky this past year."
’Isn’t that the truth.’ He was now disabled, and his Cultivation had even regressed.
The old man pinched his fingers and calculated once more.
"Were you, at some point, saved by a woman with the surname Grant? And have things been going wrong for you ever since?"
Silas Stowe’s expression changed drastically.
"Is there a problem with that?"
"A huge problem, my friend! She’s a jinx to you! Her fate is the type that brings misfortune to anyone who gets close to her, and it won’t stop until you’re jinxed to death."
The expression on Silas Stowe’s face faltered. "What? She’s jinxing me?"
"You’re talking nonsense."
’How could that be?’
"Believe it or not. If I didn’t feel sorry for you, I wouldn’t have bothered with your fortune. I’m leaving." The man huffed and waved his hand, about to depart.
"Wait! Is there any way to break this curse?"
He was genuinely scared now.
It had been fine when he wasn’t thinking about it.
But now that the old man had said it, he instantly recalled the string of misfortunes that had plagued him ever since he met Jocelyn Grant, culminating in him becoming disabled.
"Well, it’s not that there’s no solution. As they say, ’he who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.’ It means that between the two of you, only one can li—COUGH! Ah, never mind... Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed."
As he spoke, he clutched his chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Oh no, I’ve suffered a backlash! I must go!"
With that, he flew away and disappeared.
Whether anyone else would have believed it or not, the disabled Silas Stowe did.
"So that’s how it is."
"She’s actually jinxing me."
In that instant, his mind raced, filling in the blanks. He recalled how Jocelyn Grant hadn’t been as good to him lately. He wasn’t so foolish as to have missed the disgust that had started to appear in her eyes.
’And another thing... is it possible she doesn’t know her fate jinxes people? Or does she know and just isn’t telling me?’
He could tolerate her treating him however she wanted; he could even tolerate her liking other men. But jinxing him?
Jinxing him was unacceptable.
"Bitch."
Although the old man hadn’t finished his sentence, he had already guessed the rest. The solution... was that only one of them could live.
’Jocelyn is so kind.’
’She surely wouldn’t just watch me die, right?’
"It’s all your fault."
"Joce, I do love you."
"But you shouldn’t be jinxing me."
