Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 61 - 59: The Malicious Female Side Character, and Her Group of Cannon Fodder Villains
The young disciple from the Bloodfiend Den took the elixir pill, his hand trembling slightly.
’A Seventh Grade Vitality Pill? A Vitality Pill.’
"Th-this... Madam, I only lost a hand. It’s nothing serious. You’ve already given me Healing Pills. This seventh-grade pill is far too valuable. I can’t accept it."
Celeste Grant looked at the fine young man, who now had only one arm. She sighed and couldn’t help but say, "Objects are inanimate, but people are living. Something only has value when it’s put to its proper use. In my eyes, the life of any disciple of the Bloodfiend Den is more precious than any of these things. Since I’ve given it to you, just use it."
No one had ever told them that their lives were worth more than an elixir pill.
The young man burst into tears.
He had thought he would be a cripple for the rest of his life. In the Demonic Sects, it was hard for useless people to survive. He never imagined that in their Madam’s heart, the lives of all her disciples were so important.
"We subordinates pledge our lives to you, Madam!"
"We pledge our lives to you, Madam!"
’The Exalted One is so lucky to have married such a good wife. We’re all envious. But this is a blessing for all of us, too.’
Celeste Grant waved her hand.
"Alright, go ahead and grow your hand back first."
She wanted to see for herself.
’Is this elixir pill really that miraculous?’
Although she knew the Seventh Grade Vitality Pill could regenerate flesh and blood, she had only heard about it and never seen it with her own eyes. She was a little curious.
"Yes, Madam."
The black-robed youth swallowed the elixir pill and began to refine it. The other Demon Cultivators moved to the side to stand guard, preventing anyone witless from disturbing him.
Time passed—not too long, but not too short—about half an hour. Right before Celeste Grant’s eyes, the young man’s hand slowly grew back.
Celeste Grant’s eyes widened.
’Holy crap.’
"It actually works."
’Looks like I’ll have to study this flesh-regenerating elixir pill more closely in the future. If it can be mass-produced at a low cost, then anyone who loses a limb can use it.’
Many people couldn’t use or afford it because seventh-grade pills were exceptionally precious. Not only were the ingredients for alchemy hard to find, but it also required an Advanced Alchemist to refine one. If alternative ingredients could be found, things would be much easier.
After his hand grew back, the black-robed youth lifted it and flexed his fingers, almost crying.
’My hand is finally back! And not only that, my cultivation has broken through to the Late-stage Foundation Establishment!’
At that moment, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed to Celeste Grant.
"I, Marcus Mercer, thank you for saving my life, Madam! I swear to serve you and the Bloodfiend Den to the death!"
"Alright, alright. I’ve seen your loyalty. Get up."
"Yes, Madam."
’When it comes to undying loyalty, every disciple in the Bloodfiend Den is utterly devoted to their Exalted One. It’s an almost fanatical devotion. Perhaps the way Demon Cultivators think is just different. But it’s actually a good thing. It makes them trustworthy.’
"May I see your hand?"
The disciple looked terrified. He wiped his hand on his clothes before bowing and extending it.
To them, only the most trusted subordinate would receive such treatment.
Celeste Grant examined it and found it was no different from his original hand, except that the new skin was a little paler.
"Not bad. Be more careful from now on."
The young man bowed.
"Thank you for your concern, Madam."
The others were envious. The kid had truly turned a disaster into a blessing. Who else would have such luck, to not only regrow a lost hand but also gain the Madam’s favor? His future was sure to be limitless.
Celeste Grant looked at the group and asked, "What happened to you all? How did so many of you end up in this state? Did you run into a troublesome Demonic Beast?"
The lead Demon Cultivator stepped forward to report.
"Madam, today I took my disciples to hunt Demonic Beasts. We found a Spiritual Medicine that had been growing for several hundred years in a cold spring. We had already obtained the Spiritual Medicine and were about to return when we were ambushed. Someone stole it, and we were all severely injured."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant’s expression changed.
"Something like that happened? Who has a death wish, stealing from our Demonic Sects? They must be tired of living."
There’s a saying: you are the company you keep.
Having lived with the Demon Cultivators of the Bloodfiend Den for so long, Celeste Grant had started to pick up some of their ways.
The black-robed youth named Marcus Mercer stepped forward. "Madam, it was the Son of Sword from the Crimson Sun Sect. That man is at the Late Stage of Golden Core. We were no match for him, so we were beaten this badly and had the Spiritual Medicine stolen."
The others lowered their heads.
"We’ve brought shame upon the Bloodfiend Den."
Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over them.
There were six of them in total.
Only one of them had broken through to the Early Stage Golden Core, and his realm wasn’t even stable yet. The rest were just disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Their cultivation was not high.
In the Cultivation World, a single realm made a world of difference. They weren’t protagonists who could fight above their level. It was normal that they couldn’t win.
’The Crimson Sun Sect’s Son of Sword?’
’Why does that sound a little familiar?’
With this in mind, she asked, "What was the name of that Son of Sword from the Crimson Sun Sect?"
The lead Demon Cultivator said,
"Morgan Quinn."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant muttered the name under her breath.
"Morgan Quinn."
Wait a minute...
"Morgan Quinn... Are you sure that’s his name?"
The black-robed youth standing beside her nodded.
"That’s the name of the Crimson Sun Sect’s Son of Sword. Do you know him, Madam?"
Celeste Grant said nonchalantly,
"I don’t know him, but I’ve heard of him."
’Heh!’
She had never met the man.
But she was very familiar with the name.
Just thinking about it was sickening.
Everywhere she went, she seemed to run into people who were an eyesore.
Morgan Quinn, another one of Jocelyn Grant’s lovers.
He was also one of the male leads in this trashy cultivation novel. According to the plot, he and Jocelyn Grant hadn’t met yet. But they would soon, because they were fated to meet in the upcoming Secret Realm and then, due to an "accident," tumble into bed together. That’s right, they would literally tumble together.
’What a small world.’
How should she put it? She had no personal grudge against Morgan Quinn at the moment, but he was one of Jocelyn Grant’s men. That put him on the opposing side, which made him her enemy.
’Mercy for an enemy is cruelty to oneself.’
’If I don’t act now...’
’...I’ll be the one getting beaten up later.’
’So...’
’Now that I’ve run into him, the only thing to do is kill him! Kill him dead!’
Celeste Grant looked at the Bloodfiend Den disciples before her. No wonder they’d been beaten so badly.
According to the plot, these disciples from the Demonic Sects were just cannon-fodder villains, meant to deliver EXP and treasures to the main characters. It was already a miracle they hadn’t been completely wiped out after encountering someone from the protagonist’s group.
At this thought,
she said, "No, it’s already a great feat that you managed to survive. Morgan Quinn, is it? He dared to steal from our Bloodfiend Den and injure you all this badly. If we don’t get even, he’ll really think the Bloodfiend Den is a pushover."
"Where is he?"
"Madam, he’s still in this mountain range. He hasn’t left."
They had only managed to escape by using a top-grade treasure.
Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.
"Really? He hasn’t left yet?"
The lead Demon Cultivator nodded.
"That is correct, Madam."
Celeste Grant gave a sinister smile.
"Excellent. Did he ask for my permission before touching the disciples of my Bloodfiend Den? Brothers, I’m about to lead you on a big score. We’re going to teach this Son of Sword from the Crimson Sun Sect why the flowers are so red."
’The vicious female side character and a bunch of cannon-fodder villains.’
’We have to rise to the occasion, too!’
