Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 63 - 61: Let Him Go? Impossible

Morgan Quinn sneered, his face a mask of arrogance. "I’ve never needed to explain my actions to anyone in my life. Especially not to Demon Cultivators like you. Killing you is ridding the Cultivation World of a scourge."

CLAP. CLAP.

Celeste Grant clapped her hands.

"Nicely put, ’fellow Cultivator.’ You’ve certainly got the arrogant act down. It’s just that your face clearly doesn’t meet the standards for pulling it off. Something just feels... lacking. You should really witness the grace of our Exalted One and take some notes. If you can’t back it up, don’t put on airs. That kind of act just begs to be struck by lightning."

The Demon Cultivators at her side burst out laughing, chiming in one after another with their scorn.

"That’s right! We’ve been sick of your face for a while now."

"With a face like yours? You’re not worthy of being compared to a single strand of our Exalted One’s hair. And you still have the nerve to stand there posing in red? Pfft."

Hearing his looks so thoroughly insulted, Morgan Quinn struggled to keep his composure. He was the youngest cultivation genius in the Crimson Sun Sect, with hordes of female cultivators vying for his affection.

’These people are blind. They must be blind.’

’And that female cultivator who spoke... she’s the blindest of all.’

Celeste Grant smiled gently.

"Alright, everyone, no need to state the obvious. It’s a fact that he’s ugly, but you can’t just say it to his face. You’ll give the poor man a complex. If we wound this fellow Cultivator’s fragile ego and he ends up with a Heart Demon, that would be just awful. We’re respectable Demon Cultivators, you know. We have to be civilized."

"You’re right, Madam."

Morgan Quinn was absolutely livid. He pointed a trembling finger at the crowd.

"You... you all..."

Celeste Grant cut him off.

"’You’ what? Cat got your tongue, you little stutterer? Has the Crimson Sun Sect run out of people? Is that why they made a stutterer their Son of Sword?"

Morgan Quinn: "You’re all outrageous!"

Celeste Grant sneered.

"Hmph. You started this, so don’t blame us for finishing it. What’s that saying again... what goes around, comes around. Traveling a thousand miles to deliver your own head—the gift may be small, but the thought is what counts. Since you’ve delivered yourself to our doorstep, it’s only right that we give you a warm welcome."

"Look at you, scrawny as a stick. It’s obvious you don’t eat properly. My treat today. I’ll make sure you and your two lackeys eat your fill and get nice and fat. Marcus Mercer, serve them the hornet’s nest special first. And make sure the service is impeccable; we mustn’t neglect our guests."

The Demon Cultivators were practically dying of laughter.

’Hahaha... We’ve never felt so vindicated!’

"Yes, Madam."

No sooner had he spoken,

Morgan Quinn, still trapped in the Array, looked up to see a massive, dark shadow blotting out the sky.

"What is that?"

’What kind of trick are these Demon Cultivators playing?’

Then he heard a buzzing sound, growing louder and louder. Simultaneously, the immense black shadow swept toward him like an avalanche, closing in with terrifying speed.

When he finally made out what it was, his heart leaped into his throat. The color drained from his face.

From every direction, as far as he could see, came swarms of fist-sized hornets. The dense cloud of insects completely enveloped him.

"Damn it."

"Hornets!!"

’Qi Refinement Realm hornets,’ he realized. ’Even though they’re low-level demonic beasts, swarming types like these are the absolute worst to handle.’

Morgan Quinn gathered his Cultivation and, with a sweep of his hand, annihilated wave after wave of the hornets surrounding him. He was a Late Stage of Golden Core Cultivator, after all; a single gesture could wipe out vast numbers of them.

Watching the hornets fall in droves, Celeste Grant made a mental note. ’After we’re done with Morgan Quinn, I’ll have the disciples gather the corpses for Alchemy. It would be a waste not to.’

Hornets sting.

And it’s agonizing.

Morgan Quinn might have the power of the Late Stage of Golden Core, but these hornets were no pushovers. They were incredibly fast. He was stung again and again, the pain forcing him to quickly channel his Cultivation for defense. But even with his power, he couldn’t avoid every sting.

"AAAH... You damn Demon Cultivators! I’ll never forgive you for this!"

"Die! All of you, just die!"

He waved his arms in a fury, and swarms of hornets were annihilated, falling to the ground. Soon, a thick carpet of them covered the floor, burying him up to his waist.

He finally killed the last of the hornets, but he was a wreck. A single sting was normally enough to cause unbearable, throbbing pain. Now, covered in them, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming in agony.

Morgan Quinn convulsed with pain.

Shaking uncontrollably, he fumbled in his Storage Ring for a Detoxification Pill.

But the Demon Cultivator controlling the Array had no intention of letting him succeed. With a flick of their wrist, they knocked the Elixir Pill and the storage bag it was in from his grasp.

From outside the Array, Celeste Grant offered another gentle smile and whispered,

"You’ve put on some weight, fellow Cultivator."

Her words were light and airy.

That single remark shattered Morgan Quinn’s composure.

"There can be no peace between us!"

One of the Demon Cultivators scoffed.

"Pfft. As if we were ever on peaceful terms. Don’t get familiar; we’re not friends."

As one of Jocelyn Grant’s love interests, and a male lead in this trashy Cultivation novel, Morgan Quinn was actually supposed to be quite handsome. Now, however, his original features were completely gone. All that remained was a red, swollen, pig-like face and a bloated body.

Just a big fatso.

That’s why Celeste Grant’s single comment—that he’d gotten fat—had completely shattered his composure.

Meanwhile, the disciples from the Bloodfiend Den continued to lay into him.

"Yeah, you’ve gained at least forty pounds."

"Fellow Cultivator from the Crimson Sun Sect, you should be thanking our Madam. You’ve probably never had such a feast before. Becoming as round as a ball is a cause for celebration! Hahaha."

"Just you wait! I’m going to kill you... I’m going to kill all of you!"

Morgan Quinn was now completely consumed by rage.

He decided to go all out.

He prepared to shatter the Array by force.

Celeste Grant just smiled.

"Ooh, I’m so very scared. And look at you, still so full of energy." As she spoke, she gave a gentle wave of her hand. "Bring out the next course. If he’s not full from the Blast Flame Talisman special, then give him seconds."

"Yes..."

The Bloodfiend Den disciples began forming hand seals. The next instant, countless talismans materialized within the Array, their runes glowing brightly. A split second later, a series of deafening explosions erupted.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!"

"Keep ’em coming!"

"AAAAAHHH..."

Morgan Quinn’s agonized screams echoed from within the Array.

As they say, two fists are no match for four hands.

Even with his Golden Core Stage power, he stood no chance against so many High-level Talismans detonating at once. His Cultivation simply couldn’t hold up.

"Are you insane?! Do you want to declare war on the Crimson Sun Sect? I am their Son of Sword!"

The power of the Blast Flame Talismans was, as always, devastating.

They could blast a Golden Core Stage Phantom Spider with its incredible defensive power to bits, to say nothing of a mere Cultivator like Morgan Quinn.

’These Demon Cultivators are insane.’

’So many High-level Talismans... Normally, having even one or two would be for saving your life in a critical moment. Who just throws them around like this?’

"Stop!"

"Stop! I said, stop!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Enough! I surrender!"

Morgan Quinn could no longer hold on. He coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood. "Take it back! I don’t want it anymore!"

A golden lotus flower was tossed out of the Array.

Celeste Grant stretched out her hand.

The Spiritual Medicine flew right into her palm.

"I’ve given it to you. Now you have to let me go."

’Let him go?’

’Not a chance.’

’Celeste Grant had already seen how powerful the novel’s plot was. If she didn’t change it, events would follow their original course, and she would suffer the same miserable fate as the story’s villainess.’

’Absolutely not!’