Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 62 - 60: The Hornet’s Nest Package, You Deserve It

Chapter 62: Chapter 60: The Hornet’s Nest Package, You Deserve It

"You lot, come here..."

Celeste Grant beckoned to the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den.

Once they came over, Celeste Grant began to explain her plan... whereupon a round of wicked laughter erupted from the Demon Cultivators present.

"Excellent, excellent. We’ll do just that."

"That Son of Sword from The Crimson Sun Sect is a real bastard. It’s high time we showed him what we’re made of."

"He’s treating a tiger like a housecat. Does he really think the Bloodfiend Den is a pushover?"

"I’ll take the disciples right away to set up an Array nearby. This time, we’ll make sure he never leaves."

"Mm, go on. Use these talismans freely. The time for your revenge has come. He dared to steal our things and injure disciples of our Bloodfiend Den. That’s a slap in the face to The Exalted One. You will pick yourselves up right where you fell."

My Lady was avenging them. The men were deeply moved.

Never mind The Demonic Sects; even when ordinary disciples from the Immortal Sects were bullied outside, their superiors usually didn’t care. They never expected that after they were injured, My Lady would be so protective of them.

’There’s no way I’m letting Jocelyn Grant’s lover off the hook.’

Celeste Grant waved her hand.

"However Morgan Quinn beat you, I want you to break his arms and legs and beat him half to death in return."

"As you command, My Lady."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

Remembering the hornet nest she had seen earlier, Celeste Grant perked up. She gave a wicked grin. "I saw a nest of Qi Refinement Realm hornets nearby. Two of you, go get it and trap it within the Array. I want you to give that so-called Son of Sword a warm welcome."

In her previous world, hornets were at most the size of a thumb. This world was different. The hornets here had Cultivation; a single one could be as large as an adult’s fist, and some even grew to the size of a bowl.

The nest she’d seen nearby was full of hornets as big as a man’s fist. Getting stung by one of those would surely be an... unforgettable experience.

Honestly, while seeing hornets this big was commonplace in this world, she believed that anyone from her previous world would be terrified of them.

Even Celeste Grant herself felt a little unnerved seeing them.

The hornets in The Cultivation World generally didn’t have high Cultivation—they were just low-level demon beasts—but their venom was potent. Even a Cultivator would swell up from a single sting. Without taking a Detoxification Pill in time, the itching and pain could last for half a month.

The Bloodfiend Den disciples were stunned for a moment, but their eyes lit up the instant they heard "hornet nest."

’As expected of The Exalted One’s wife.’

’Even just hearing about this method of tormenting someone is so satisfying. Why didn’t we think of this before?’

’We’ve learned something new! We really have!’

Although these hornets were low-level demon beasts, and a single one could be easily crushed, a whole nest of Qi Refinement Realm hornets was a powerful force. A Golden Core Stage Cultivator could wipe out a swath of them with a wave of their hand, but if they were caught off guard by a dense, overwhelming swarm, they were bound to get stung horribly.

Just imagining the scene made them want to throw their heads back and laugh.

"My Lady, we’ll go at once! Today, we’ll make that piece-of-shit Son of Sword see why the flowers are so red!" ’My Lady must mean we’re going to make him bleed.’

Celeste Grant stopped them.

"No rush."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a bottle of potion floated above their heads. With a snap of her fingers, the bottle shattered, sprinkling the liquid onto them, and onto herself as well. A faint, fresh fragrance drifted through the air.

Celeste Grant explained, "With this on, the hornets won’t sting you."

Coming out this time, Celeste Grant had considered all sorts of possibilities and prepared in advance. ’As a supporting female villain, I can’t let my guard down for a single moment. I have to have all kinds of life-saving tricks up my sleeve.’

Next, Celeste Grant led them to start setting up the Array nearby. Marcus Mercer and the others even used a storage bag to capture two hornet nests, bringing them over to be used later.

Once everything was ready, they found a hiding spot not far away.

All preparations were complete. Now, all they had to do was wait. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Morgan Quinn didn’t pass by on the first day, nor was there any sign of him on the second. At last, that afternoon, just as Celeste Grant was about to switch to a different plan, the Son of Sword from The Crimson Sun Sect arrived.

It happened later in the day. The sun was setting, but the forest where they lay in wait was so dense that little sunlight penetrated the canopy.

At that moment, Morgan Quinn and his two lackeys finally arrived, stepping into the Array Barrier they had set up.

’Success.’

Her waiting patiently like a hunter for nearly two days had not been in vain.

As soon as they stepped into the prepared Array Barrier—

Celeste Grant smiled faintly, gently twirling a lock of her hair.

"Give him a warm welcome."

’My role in this world destines me to be an enemy of the protagonist’s party. It’s a kill-or-be-killed situation, so I’ll take them down one by one as I meet them. Even if I can’t kill them, I’ll wear down their fortune. If once isn’t enough, I’ll try twice. If twice isn’t enough, I’ll try countless times.’

’I’ll succeed eventually.’

’As a hunter, one must have a little patience.’

Celeste Grant had a smile on her face, and her voice was gentle. Her beautiful, delicate face looked completely harmless.

The Demon Cultivators with her looked thrilled.

"Activate the Array!"

The leader of the group waved his hand, commanding his men to begin operating the living Array.

Morgan Quinn sensed that something was wrong. He had walked into an Array and, upon discovering he couldn’t get out, had a bad feeling.

The next moment, a voice echoed from all around.

"Hey, the flashy dresser in red?"

The voice was everywhere.

It was a woman’s voice, very pleasant to the ear. From the sound alone, one could tell she was a beautiful female cultivator.

The voice was lovely, but the words were infuriatingly smug.

Morgan Quinn frowned slightly and looked around.

’In red?’

He looked down at himself.

He was the only one here wearing red.

"What are you looking at? I’m talking to you. So you’re the Son of Sword from The Crimson Sun Sect. You’ve got some nerve, huh? Stealing from us, from The Demonic Sects. Who do you think you are? Or do you just think The Demonic Sects are a pushover?"

"The Crimson Sun Sect is one of the Seven Great Celestial Sects, yet you’re all so poor. A Golden Core Stage Cultivator like you, stooping to rob a few Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Cultivators of their worthless trinkets. Have you no shame?"

Being spoken to like that, Morgan Quinn, who had always valued his reputation, looked furious. What did she mean, he stole "worthless trinkets"? She was calling him as poor as a beggar.

Morgan Quinn shouted, "Shut up! You insidious Demon Cultivators only know how to hide. Come out if you have the guts!"

Looking at the man trapped in the Array, Celeste Grant smiled faintly and said, "You yourself said we’re insidious Demon Cultivators. Hiding is our specialty. Why would we come out when we’re so good at it? Fellow Daoist, you stole our things and injured and maimed disciples of our Bloodfiend Den. Don’t you think you owe us an explanation?"