Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 69 - 67: Broken Defenses, Who Is This Pig?
She let out a cold laugh.
’The opportunities here were all meant for the female lead. So even though I, the villainess, arrived early, it’s not my turn to get them. I already knew that, so why can’t I just accept it? Why does it still feel so unfair?’
She placed a hand over her heart.
"Calm down, calm down. The process doesn’t matter, only the result."
’It’s not like I got nothing out of it.’
’Those treasures and Spiritual Medicines outside have probably all been snatched up by the Bloodfiend Den’s disciples by now.’ Thinking of this, she felt a sense of ease wash over her body and mind.
But then she thought of Jocelyn Grant.
She flipped her middle finger at the empty air.
"Author, come on out! I promise I won’t hurt you."
"Seriously? So everything good automatically belongs to the female lead? I refuse to believe it! Isn’t the villainess a person, too?"
’So, triggering the Forbidden Spell still requires the female lead’s blood?’
The corners of Celeste Grant’s lips curled up slightly, but her eyes were cold.
"Jocelyn Grant, aren’t you coming yet?"
’Looks like I’ll have to find a chance to "borrow" some blood from the female lead for future use. After all, there will be plenty more opportunities to fight her for chances later. I can’t just be stuck waiting like this every single time. It’s infuriating.’
’I regret not getting some of her blood back in Breezewind Town when I had the chance. I just let her get away.’
Thinking of this, she found a spot to sit down and begin her Cultivation.
All she could do now was wait for the female lead to arrive.
’And I have to admit, I’m quite looking forward to seeing how Jocelyn Grant and her lover will play out the next part of the plot.’
「Meanwhile, outside The Underpalace.」
Since yesterday afternoon, wave after wave of Cultivators, both male and female, had been arriving in the Secret Realm. Among them were some eccentric Evil Cultivators and Loose Cultivators.
A Secret Realm that appeared out of nowhere like this was ownerless. Anyone could come and go as they pleased. Whether they could find any opportunities came down to their own abilities.
At that moment, some of the Loose Cultivators started talking.
"Strange. We’ve been here for the better part of a day, but I haven’t seen a single Spiritual Medicine."
"This place has such abundant nature’s spiritual energy, so that shouldn’t be the case. Look over there—why are those patches of ground completely bare?"
Hearing this, someone walked over to inspect it, then pointed at a spot where the earth was disturbed. "Something’s not right... Look, the soil here has been moved. Is it possible someone came before us and dug up all the Spiritual Medicines?"
Another person said, "They even took the soil with them."
They picked the place clean, leaving nothing behind.
"Damn it all! Who did this? They’re so ruthless they didn’t even leave a single blade of grass."
"Let’s go. There’s nothing here. Let’s check somewhere else. Forget about Spiritual Medicines for now. Look at that palace over there! There must be treasures inside. Let’s hurry before someone else beats us to it."
The Secret Realm was vast, and everyone who entered arrived at a different location, leading to vastly different experiences.
「By a water pool.」
A group of Cultivators in the robes of Immortal Sect Disciples was battling countless crawling Crocodilian Beasts. These beasts were at the Foundation Establishment Stage, with some even at the Golden Core Stage. The Cultivators were outmatched; some were injured, others were maimed, and a few even lost their lives to the Demonic Beasts.
Fortunately, some managed to survive the life-or-death struggle and escape.
In a dense forest not far from there, a rotund, portly man climbed up from a pile of dead bodies. He wore a long, round-collared robe and was short in stature. His face was ugly, with a tuft of black hair on one cheek.
This person was none other than Morgan Quinn, the Son of Sword from The Crimson Sun Sect, who had used a Forbidden Technique to abandon his body and escape. Now, however, he could only live on by borrowing someone else’s body.
After escaping that day, he had first tried to possess a child, but unexpectedly, a ring the child wore contained a powerful remnant soul. The encounter had damaged his Primordial Spirit so severely that it almost dissipated completely.
Since then, he had been searching for a suitable body, but the aptitude of those he found was too poor; they were utterly unworthy. He continued his search until the Immortal Treasury Palace Secret Realm opened, and he followed the others inside.
His Primordial Spirit was now so heavily damaged that he could no longer see the outside world. He could only rely on sensing auras to find a suitable body.
He was no longer even capable of possession, so his only option was to find a dead person and be "reborn" by borrowing their body.
Now, he had finally found the body of someone who had just died, whose Spirit Root was a perfect match for his. This was wonderful, simply wonderful.
Morgan Quinn stood there, looking at the bodies of a few murdered Loose Cultivators on the ground around him, completely unfazed.
In this world, killing for treasure was nothing special. Besides, these were just some lowly Loose Cultivators. If they died, they died.
Once his Primordial Spirit merged with the body, Morgan Quinn immediately inspected its constitution. His eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face.
"Hahaha... I knew it! How could I possibly perish so easily?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
He had known since he was a child that his luck had always been exceptionally good, and this time was no exception. Morgan Quinn truly believed he was one of the chosen ones.
"I never expected this body’s aptitude and Spirit Root to be so good. This is truly a blessing in disguise."
’Although it’s only at the Early-stage of Foundation Establishment, with this kind of aptitude, it won’t be long before I surpass my former self.’
At this thought, Morgan Quinn remembered the Demon Cultivators who had nearly killed him, and that Witch.
"Damn those Demon Cultivators! Damn that bitch! Just wait... once my Cultivation is complete, I won’t let any of you go."
’And that woman.’
’She was the one who forced me to find another body to be reborn. I definitely won’t let her die so easily.’
’It’s good to have a body again.’
"Such excellent aptitude, yet only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. What a waste."
’From now on, this body is mine.’
A look of arrogance crossed his face at the thought.
’I am the Son of Sword of The Crimson Sun Sect, the object of affection for countless female cultivators.’
"Heaven did not give birth to me, Morgan Quinn, for the path of the sword to be an eternal night! Hahaha!"
’A body with such good aptitude must be handsome as well.’
’Wait, something doesn’t feel right...’
’A moment ago, I was only focused on its constitution and aptitude.’
Now... he lifted his hand and looked at it.
Short and fat.
The height of his viewpoint also felt wrong.
Morgan Quinn looked down at himself and gasped. A huge, round belly. So round he couldn’t even see his own legs.
He felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
He shook his head slightly.
"No... It can’t be."
’Such a thick waist... and so short and fat.’
"Is this me?"
He waved his hand, and a screen of light appeared before him. Morgan Quinn stared into it, his eyes meeting those of the person in the makeshift Water Mirror.
His pupils contracted in shock, and he blurted out instinctively.
"So ugly."
"Who is this pig?"
He reached up to touch his face and felt the tuft of hair on his cheek. A wave of nausea instantly churned in his stomach. He couldn’t help but bend over and vomit.
"This is wrong, all wrong."
He was the high and mighty Son of Sword of The Crimson Sun Sect! How could he look like this? The ever-arrogant Morgan Quinn couldn’t believe it, couldn’t accept it.
A moment ago, he had been gloating about his survival. Now, his composure shattered in an instant.
"AHHHHHH..."
He was once so divinely handsome, the Son of Sword of The Crimson Sun Sect, and now he had been reduced to this. It was all the fault of those Demon Cultivators.
"I’ll kill you!"
"Demon Cultivators, you have ruined me!"
He had already used the Forbidden Technique once. His Primordial Spirit was now completely fused with this body; he could never switch to another one again.
「Deep within The Underpalace.」
Celeste Grant slowly opened her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I have a feeling someone is thinking about me."
