Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 74 - 72: We Are a Legitimate Demonic Sect
She had obtained all the opportunities within this Secret Realm.
It was time to leave.
Celeste Grant took out the Bone Whistle and blew it. A moment later, every Demon Cultivator in the Secret Realm who received the command immediately rushed toward her location.
In just a moment, countless figures appeared.
Most of them were dressed in black, wearing cloaks and veiled hats. Even those without cloaks were clad in practical, tight-fitting attire. They carried all sorts of weapons; one female disciple held a long spear, while a young boy had a large pair of shears strapped to his back.
As soon as they arrived, they all dropped to one knee in unison.
Everyone present spoke in a single voice.
"Your humble servants greet you, Madam."
Celeste Grant gestured with her hand.
"Everyone, rise. We’re gathering up. Look around and see if anyone is missing. If everyone’s here, we’ll leave the Secret Realm."
They all looked around, and someone finally noticed that three people were missing.
"Madam, Marcus Mercer and the others haven’t arrived."
’Marcus Mercer.’
Hearing that people were missing, Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over the crowd. Indeed, she didn’t see the young man named Marcus Mercer.
The Bone Whistle she blew was specially forged; when sounded, the corresponding Life Tokens should react. Since they hadn’t come, something must have happened.
Her brow furrowed slightly as Celeste Grant spoke, "Everyone, split up and search."
"Yes, Madam."
Celeste Grant led a group to search the Secret Realm.
Finally, near a swamp, she found the disciples from the Bloodfiend Den. They were currently locked in battle with a massive black serpent.
The black serpent had a small horn protruding from its head, a sign it was about to transform into a flood dragon. Its body was over ten meters long and as thick as a water bucket. It was a Seventh Rank Demonic Beast, a Crimsonplume Serpent, with strength equivalent to the Late Stage of Golden Core.
Generally, Demonic Beasts below the Eighth Rank cannot take human form. Only those at the Eighth Rank or higher can transform into humans and become Demon Cultivators.
Seventh Rank Demonic Beasts were incredibly fierce.
Those disciples from the Bloodfiend Den were only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. The strongest among them, Marcus Mercer, was only at Late-stage Foundation Establishment. Therefore, fighting a Seventh Rank Demonic Beast was a great struggle for them. They were all already heavily injured. If she had arrived any later, these disciples might have lost their lives here.
One of the disciples was sent flying by a swipe of the black serpent’s tail, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this scene,
Celeste Grant reached out, using Magic to pull the man aside. "You guys, take care of him first."
She called out.
"Primordial Sword."
A sword’s cry rang out.
The next moment, the Primordial Sword flew out from her hair bun, instantly growing in size as it landed in Celeste Grant’s hand.
Celeste Grant grasped the sword, immediately focusing her Cultivation and slashing toward the black serpent in the swamp.
"Did you ask for my permission before you attacked my people?"
"Now die."
A powerful Sword Qi rippled outward. A chill filled the air, condensing into shards of ice, and even the Demon Cultivators present felt a bit cold.
As the Sword Qi struck, the black serpent, with its Late Stage of Golden Core strength, let out a piercing shriek before being sliced in two. It collapsed slowly into the swamp with a tremendous crash. In the distance, the path of the Sword Qi had completely flattened a stretch of forest.
Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.
She stared at the sword in her hand.
’The more I look at this sword, the more I love it. I never expected it to be so powerful. A single, light strike can unleash such immense force. I only used thirty percent of my Cultivation for that last attack.’
’Immortal Swords really are useful.’
Her fingers caressed the blade. "Amazing. You’re the sword of my dreams."
The Primordial Sword trembled slightly, equally excited. ’After a thousand years, it can finally stretch its legs again.’
’Sweet! I hope there are fights every day from now on.’
The Bloodfiend Den disciples who had come with her were all visibly excited.
"That’s the aura of the Golden Core Stage! Madam has broken through to the Golden Core Stage!"
"What a powerful strike! Madam is incredible!"
"That swing of the sword even created ice shards! Hiss... what kind of sword is that to have such immense power?"
"Madam! Madam..."
The crowd cheered, raising their hands in celebration.
Celeste Grant gestured lightly with her hand.
"Alright, alright, let’s be a little more low-key. Collect this Seventh Rank Demon Beast and let’s take it with us."
Her subordinates nodded.
They immediately collected the Demonic Beast.
As she spoke, she walked over to Marcus Mercer and the others. With a wave of her hand, she gave them Elixir Pills. "Take these Elixir Pills, recover from your injuries, and we’ll leave this place."
The disciples were touched and hurriedly thanked her.
"Thank you, Madam."
"Enough, enough. Meditate and heal your wounds for now."
After taking the Healing Pills, the heavily injured disciples immediately sat down on the ground and began to meditate to recover.
’This is one of the benefits of The Cultivation World. Even if you’re seriously injured, as long as you have decent Healing Pills, you can recover just by taking one.’
’It’s nothing like my old world, where even a common cold took days to get over, and a serious case required an IV drip. If you accidentally broke a bone, you’d have to lie in a hospital for half a month.’
Celeste Grant found a spot, conjured a Taishi Chair with a wave of her hand, and sat down. A handful of melon seeds appeared in her hand.
She began to crack them open and eat.
While she was eating her melon seeds, some of her subordinates approached and presented her with their spoils from the Secret Realm.
"Madam, here are some of the Spirit Stones and Magic Artifacts we found in the Secret Realm. There’s also various Spiritual Medicine. We turn it all over to you."
Celeste Grant took the items and glanced at them.
The contents were a motley collection of all sorts of things.
’Wow, that’s quite a haul!’
She casually tossed it back to them.
She had already taken the best prize. These Demon Cultivators had followed her into the Secret Realm, and they couldn’t leave empty-handed after all their hard work.
Celeste Grant looked at them and said, "You all can look through the manuals and Magic Artifacts first. Keep whatever is suitable for you. As for the Spiritual Medicine and anything else you don’t need, you can turn it in to exchange for Cultivation Resources."
The subordinates clasped their fists, their eyes filled with trust and admiration for Celeste Grant. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Your humble servants thank you, Madam."
She sat under a tree.
Specks of sunlight dappled her body as Celeste Grant quietly ate her melon seeds.
At the same time, another group of people arrived. They were from the Immortal Sects; judging by their clothes, they weren’t from a single Sect.
Their group was large and imposing, numbering over thirty people.
The two sides drew their weapons the moment they saw each other.
A Bloodfiend Den disciple said, "People from the Immortal Sects."
One of the Immortal Sect Disciples replied, "Demon Cultivators."
The female cultivator at the front stepped forward and questioned them. "Demon Cultivators? So it was you who took everything from the Secret Realm."
Celeste Grant lifted her gaze to look.
She was a rather cute-looking female cultivator, holding a high-quality Flying Sword. She wore a red and white disciple’s uniform and had a very pretty face. But for her to say something so naive, one could only assume she was a pampered young lady who had been well-protected by her family and had never experienced the harsh realities of the world.
And just as she thought, upon hearing those words,
A Bloodfiend Den disciple standing to the side sneered.
Another pointed a large saber at her.
"What do you mean, ’took everything’? You little girl, you make it sound like the treasures in this Secret Realm belong to your family. Why don’t you call out to them and see if they answer?"
