Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 64 - 62: Let You Go? When Did We Say That?
Upon hearing this, Celeste Grant smiled.
But there wasn’t a hint of a smile in her eyes.
’Let him go?’
’She wasn’t an idiot.’
At this thought, Celeste Grant lifted her gaze to the man trapped in the array. In a soft, low voice, she said, "Let you go? When did we ever say we were going to do that?"
’Let you go so you can come after me again? Not a chance.’
At her words,
Morgan Quinn’s eyes went wide. A hint of fear finally flickered across his face, which was swollen like a pig’s head.
He had always relied on his high cultivation and his status as the Son of Sword of The Crimson Sun Sect, a major Cultivator Sect. He’d always swaggered through life, a stranger to fear. He never imagined he would one day be brought so low.
"You... You’re not actually going to kill me, are you? How dare you! I’m the Son of Sword of The Crimson Sun Sect, one of the Seven Great Celestial Sects! If anything happens to me, my master will never forgive you. And The Crimson Sun Sect will hunt you down!"
"Oh, is that so?" Celeste Grant gave a faint, breezy smile. "Then by all means, let them come. It’s only natural, after all. You beat up the young one, and the old one comes looking for a fight. But... will they really come for you?"
’Not to burst his bubble, but he shouldn’t overestimate his own importance.’
’He’s just one sect’s Son of Sword. If he’s gone, there’ll just be another one to take his place.’
’The Cultivation World has no shortage of cultivators, and a sect never lacks for geniuses. This Morgan Quinn has been arrogant for so long, does he really think he’s that important? Who knows how many people are secretly hoping he’ll fall so they can take his place. If he died, plenty of people would be thrilled.’
Besides,
let alone just The Crimson Sun Sect, even if several of the great Immortal Sects banded together, they wouldn’t rashly attack the Demonic Sects. After all, if a real war were to break out, the Demonic Sects weren’t afraid to fight.
Most importantly, Demon Cultivators are truly vicious when they fight. It’s anyone’s guess who would come out worse in an all-out war. In other words, minor skirmishes are normal, but the righteous and demonic factions won’t easily escalate to open warfare.
Celeste Grant’s fingers gently stroked the bracelet on her wrist.
"So, you all should continue. Let this fellow cultivator depart in peace."
She said it so casually.
Hearing her words, the Bloodfiend Den disciples nearly choked.
’My Lady isn’t just killing the man, she’s crushing his soul.’
’Their lady’s gentle tone inexplicably sent a chill down their spines. As expected of The Exalted One’s wife; they’re truly cut from the same cloth. Still, it was so damn satisfying to hear.’
’Rest in peace? How could they possibly let him rest in peace? They were Demon Cultivators. Even in death, they could refine his corpse into a puppet.’
This Morgan Quinn had nearly killed them; they hadn’t forgotten that score. Now that they had the chance, they were definitely going to finish him.
Looking at Morgan Quinn trapped in the array, the Demon Cultivators let out sinister chuckles.
"KYEHEHEH... I told you before, you’d better pray you never fell into my hands. It’s only been two days, and here you are. It’s just like our lady said: what goes around, comes around. Now, it’s time to pay your dues."
With a wave of his hand, he roared, "Brothers, get... him!"
Marcus Mercer, standing beside him, was also furious, his face contorted with rage. "You worthless Son of Sword! You stole our Spiritual Medicine and cut off my hand! Today, I’ll show you just why flowers are so red!"
If he hadn’t run into the Lady here today, who gave him such a precious Elixir Pill, he would have been a cripple for the rest of his life.
Trapped within the array, Morgan Quinn couldn’t see Celeste Grant or her companions outside; he could only hear their voices.
He was furious.
He was burning with rage.
"You cowards, hiding your faces! I won’t let any of you go! And you, you Witch! You bitch... When I get out of here, I’ll kill you!"
Celeste Grant paused.
’The Witch? So I’m The Witch, hahaha! I can’t believe I’ve already earned myself a title.’
Celeste Grant didn’t seem to mind, but his words instantly enraged the Demon Cultivators.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you!"
"You old dog! You dare insult our Lady? You’re courting death! Blast Flame Talisman... Go! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
What greeted Morgan Quinn next was an upgraded array and a volley of even more powerful Blast Flame Talismans, all headed straight for him.
"BANG..."
"BOOM..."
"AAAH... Help me... Master...!"
"Stop! All of you!"
"I surrender! What will it take for you to let me go? Enough! I already gave you back the Spiritual Medicine, what more do you want?"
"That’s hilarious. What if I snatched your wife, had a kid with her, and then gave her back? Would you be okay with that? A robbery is a robbery! You expect me to thank you for returning what you stole? Get lost! In your fucking dreams, you bastard!"
Celeste Grant’s lips twitched.
’As expected of Demon Cultivators.’
’Every single one of them had a filthier mouth than she did.’
The air filled with the constant sound of explosions, punctuated by Morgan Quinn’s agonizing screams.
Celeste Grant simply stood to the side, watching in silence.
She felt no sympathy.
’She certainly wasn’t about to have a bout of bleeding-heart sympathy. If she had any conscience, she saved it for other people. They were far from deserving it.’
’And don’t even start with the "nothing’s happened yet, they’re innocent" argument. If she fell for that, she’d deserve to die for her own stupidity.’
’She knew the script by heart; she knew exactly how miserable the villainess’s fate was in the novel. To win Jocelyn Grant’s favor, these men would trample the villainess, push her to her death, and annihilate her entire family.’
’No normal person could have endured what the villainess went through in the book. So no, not a single one of them was an innocent snowflake in the coming avalanche.’
’She had transmigrated.’
’She had become the villainess.’
’Her whole family was supposed to die.’
’And she was supposed to die, too?’
’Screw that.’
’So, they would just have to be the ones to die instead.’
’Every man for himself, or Heaven and Earth will strike you down!’
’Back when she used to read novels, she hated those pushover heroines. They’d have all the power, influence, and status in the world, yet they’d still let some scumbag slap them, choke them, or make them kneel and beg for forgiveness at the drop of a hat. Even after being harmed to within an inch of their lives, they’d try to reason with their enemies, forgive them, and then get hurt all over again. It was pathetic.’
’Even if characters like that died, Celeste wouldn’t feel an ounce of sympathy. She’d just call it karma. So, she would never, ever become that kind of person.’
’Anyone who bullies her...’
’...she’ll take them down.’
’So what if she’s the heroine?’
’Why should everyone have to bow down to her? We were all born human, from a mother and a father.’
At this thought, she chuckled, her gaze falling on the man trapped in the array. Then she smiled and said, "My dear fellow cultivator, I have to say, I preferred your arrogant and defiant look from before."
Morgan Quinn: "..."
’Were those the words of a human being?’ He was about to be beaten to death, and she was saying things like that. The sheer frustration was too much; with his heavy injuries, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Well, well," one of the Demon Cultivators laughed. "Exactly! We thought you had some backbone, but I guess this is all you’ve got. Begging for mercy already? Where’d all that badass swagger from before go? You were so high and mighty a minute ago, but now you know why flowers are so red, hahaha! This is killing me, you hick!"
"HA HA..."
Seeing this, she decided the man had been tormented enough.
Celeste Grant’s smile faded.
She raised a hand. "Kill him," she said softly.
