Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 75 - 73: I Don’t Like Fighting and Killing, I Prefer to Subdue People with Virtue

Chapter 75: Chapter 73: I Don’t Like Fighting and Killing, I Prefer to Subdue People with Virtue

They heard her say,

"The treasures in this Secret Realm belong to everyone, but you Demon Cultivators have taken everything. Leave it all behind, and we might consider sparing you. Otherwise, not a single one of you will be leaving here alive today."

The Demon Cultivators present were stunned.

They must have thought they’d heard a joke, because they all burst out laughing.

A few of the rougher-looking men were doubled over. "HAHAHA! Did you hear what she just said? I can’t take it, boys! I’m dying of laughter!"

"HAHAHA."

They could see the female cultivator was young and had clearly been coddled by her family, sheltered from the real world. The words coming out of her mouth were just that ridiculous.

"We’re Demon Cultivators! You think we’re going to just obey you? You’re dreaming. And take a look around—this is a Secret Realm. The treasures here are ownerless. We took them fair and square. Why would we ever hand them over to you?"

"Exactly. She’s a pretty little thing, but where’s her brain? Little girl, you should run home to your mommy. The outside world is no place for you."

"That’s right, go on home. A pretty thing like you... if you ran into some *bad people*, KYE KYE KYE... that would be terrible. You might just get snatched up to be some man’s wife and pop out his babies."

Hearing that, another Demon Cultivator smacked him on the head. "What are you talking about? *We’re* the bad people here! Anyone who dares to be worse than us, I’ll fucking kill ’em!"

At their words, the young girl, who was clearly thin-skinned, felt her eyes turn red.

"You... you people!"

"You Demon Cultivators... you’re vulgar and insolent!"

Celeste Grant, who had been sitting off to the side, stopped cracking her melon seeds.

She put the seeds away and dusted off her hands. "That’s about enough out of you lot."

Her men fell silent.

"Yes, Madam."

Celeste Grant stood and turned to the newcomers. "Fellow Daoists, if you have no other business here, please leave. You’re disturbing us."

The leading female cultivator’s gaze shifted to Celeste Grant. Seeing Celeste’s gentle demeanor, her confidence instantly returned.

One glance at Celeste was enough to fill her with jealousy. ’This woman is even more beautiful than I am.’

She turned to her senior brothers and saw them staring, transfixed. Suddenly, Celeste seemed even more of an eyesore.

"And who are you? You look a little familiar... You look like an Immortal Sect Disciple, so why are you standing with these Demon Cultivators? To think an Immortal Sect Disciple would collude with them! Which Sect do you belong to? I will report you to your Sect and see you punished! Colluding with Demon Cultivators is a heinous crime. Cripple your Cultivation right now. Do that, and we might let you live."

’What the hell?’

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Alright, then.’

’That settles it.’

’This girl isn’t very bright.’

’Where did this idiot come from?’

’A Golden Core Stage Cultivator like me, cripple my own Cultivation? Does she think I’m some tragic heroine from a cheap novel who’d torture herself at the drop of a hat just for the drama?’

Celeste Grant moved.

In a flash, she appeared before the female cultivator and swung her hand.

SLAP! SLAP!

One slap for each cheek.

After striking her, Celeste was back in her original spot in an instant. "Your skin really is thick," she remarked. "No wonder you can spout such shameless nonsense. Telling me to cripple my Cultivation... who the hell do you think you are?"

The female cultivator stared, wide-eyed, clutching her face in disbelief. "You... you dare to strike me? My father is an elder of the Azure Sky Sect! You dare to strike me!"

In her entire life, no one had ever dared to hit her.

Celeste Grant dusted off her hands.

"Oh, so your father’s an elder. No wonder you’re so arrogant. You’ve clearly had it too easy for too long and are itching to learn a harsh lesson about the real world."

The men standing beside the female cultivator spoke up.

"How dare you! You Demon Cultivators are too brazen! Junior Sister, are you alright?"

"Senior Brother, she hit me!"

Several male cultivators stepped forward, pointing their swords toward Celeste’s group. "They’re outnumbered," one said. "We have more people. Let’s attack together and kill these Demon Cultivators. Who knows how many Immortal Sect Disciples have already died by their hands in this Secret Realm? This is the perfect chance to avenge them!"

’These Demon Cultivators have taken all the treasures and Spiritual Medicine in the Secret Realm. If we kill them, all of it will be ours.’

The thought solidified their resolve. They couldn’t let these Demon Cultivators get away.

Celeste Grant sneered.

’The disciples of the Bloodfiend Den have been busy looking for their own fortuitous encounters. They don’t have time to be hunting down Immortal Sect Disciples. Those who died were likely killed trying to steal from others, or they fell to Demonic Beasts. Why is every bad thing that happens automatically blamed on Demon Cultivators?’

’The prejudice in people’s hearts is truly a great mountain.’

But Celeste Grant latched onto the key point.

"Outnumbered?"

Celeste Grant glanced at her own group. There were only about ten of them. The others had gone to search different parts of the Secret Realm and hadn’t been called back yet.

’I forgot about that.’

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"So, you’re planning to use your numbers to bully us because we’re outnumbered?"

The group opposite them sneered, certain that victory was within their grasp. "So what if we are? You Demon Cultivators are evil to the core. You kill without blinking an eye. You all deserve to die."

Celeste Grant sighed.

"You certainly have a way with words," she said. "You talk as if your own hands are completely clean, as if none of you have ever shed blood."

"So, Fellow Daoist, you enjoy bullying those with fewer numbers?"

The female cultivator at the front looked down her nose at them.

"That’s right, we’re bullying you for being outnumbered. So what? Kneel and cripple your Cultivation now, and I might consider letting you live."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

Then she smiled.

"Excellent. It seems we’re kindred spirits, Fellow Daoist. I also quite enjoy using superior numbers to bully the weak. It’s my favorite part of a group brawl, in fact."

As she spoke, she raised the Bone Whistle to her lips and blew.

The next moment, countless figures in black materialized at her side.

A hundred more people had appeared in a flash, completely surrounding the group of Immortal Sect Disciples.

Seeing so many people appear out of nowhere, the faces of the Immortal Sect Disciples paled.

’Even if they wanted to run, there was no escape.’

’So many of them.’

’And they’re all Demon Cultivators.’

"Uh... we were just joking."

Fear had taken hold of them.

’There was no way they could win.’

Celeste Grant offered a gentle smile.

"Funny you should say that. I happen to enjoy a good joke myself."

She waved a hand and sat back down in her chair.

’There’s no need to handle everything personally. Sometimes you have to give your subordinates a chance to shine.’

She gestured with one hand.

"Seize them," she commanded. "And give them a thorough beating. Let these fresh-faced youngsters get a taste of how cruel the world can be."

"Yes, Madam."

The Demon Cultivators had been itching for a fight.

They hadn’t liked the look of these newcomers from the start.

But without an order from their Madam, they couldn’t just attack them. Now that they had the command, the Demon Cultivators rolled up their sleeves, grabbed the Immortal Sect Disciples, and began to lay into them.

As for fighting back, they were completely powerless.

In an instant, the area was filled with cries of agony.

"AHHH..."

"Not the face!"

"You black-hearted Demon Cultivators... AHHH!"