Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 79 - 77: This Is Something She Can Watch Without a Membership
To them, anyone powerful was an Immortal. Anyone who could save them was a living saint.
"Thank you for saving all of us, Your Excellency. Please, accept our bows once more."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"Thank you for your protection, Your Excellency."
"I’m leaving."
Celeste Grant waved, and her sword shot into the air with a WHOOSH. She flew up, landed on the blade, and vanished in an instant.
From that day on, the image of Celeste Grant remained etched in their hearts...
Celeste Grant returned to Bloodfiend City that night. She flew over the city, heading straight for the heart of the Bloodfiend Den.
The Bloodfiend Den at night was just as it had always been—a blood moon hung in the sky, and the dancing shadows of the surrounding trees created a gloomy, eerie scene. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they’d stumbled into The Ghoul’s Maw.
’It’s a little late. I wonder if my son is asleep yet.’
The moment Celeste Grant returned,
she was spotted by several disciples.
Several figures flew over to her.
It was Elder Lawson, Nerida, and a few others.
"Greetings, Madam."
"Your subordinate pays her respects, Madam."
"Elder Lawson, Nerida."
"Madam, you’ve finally returned! Oh, and Madam, you’ve broken through to the Mid Stage Golden Core! Your Cultivation has grown stronger."
Elder Lawson clasped his hands.
"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Madam."
Celeste Grant acknowledged him. "Thank you. It was just a small breakthrough, nothing major."
As she spoke, she extended a hand, and an all-black whip materialized in it. She had found it in the Secret Realm and, feeling it was perfect for Nerida, had put it away in her Storage Ring beforehand.
"Nerida, this whip is for you."
"I found it in the Secret Realm. You’ve always used a whip, and I have a feeling this one will suit you well."
Nerida fell in love with it at first sight.
"My thanks, Madam."
She took it and gave it a test crack, getting a feel for it. With a single flick, the whip seemed to come alive, a phantom image of it appearing beside her.
Nerida couldn’t put it down, her surprise evident. The whip she already wore at her waist was a rare and fine weapon, but she never expected the one from her Madam to be even better.
"This whip is forged from the sinew of an Eighth Rank Flood Dragon. I love it, Madam."
Celeste Grant was pleased.
"I knew you’d love it."
"But Madam, this gift is far too precious. I feel I shouldn’t accept it."
Celeste Grant pointed to her own waist. "Look. Didn’t you give me a Jade Pendant before? If you can give me something, why can’t I give you something in return?"
Nerida smiled.
"In that case, I won’t be polite."
’It truly is impossible to refuse.’
Celeste Grant glanced at Elder Lawson and saw his face was full of anticipation.
’It wasn’t what the gift was that mattered, but that there was one at all.’
"Elder Lawson, I recall hearing you say you needed Cold Condensing Grass for a medicine. See if this will do."
Elder Lawson’s eyes lit up the moment he saw it. "This is a five-hundred-year-old Cold Condensing Grass! My thanks, Madam!"
’To think Madam always kept them in her thoughts. What had they ever done to deserve such kindness?’
Celeste Grant waved her hand again, producing several more items. "There’s more. Take these and let Elder Warren and the others pick through them and see if there’s anything they need."
"Yes, Madam."
Back in the Immortal Treasury Palace’s Secret Realm, she hadn’t just acquired the Immortal Sword. She had also grabbed a few other nice things from the treasure vault and tossed them into her Storage Ring, planning to bring them back as gifts for the elders.
So, in truth, all the treasures the other disciples from the Bloodfiend Den had scrounged up were merely her leftovers.
The only exception was the Spiritual Medicine for Elder Lawson; she had found that among the herbs dug up by the Bloodfiend Den disciples just before she left.
Seeing how happy they all were,
Celeste Grant said with a smile,
"Alright, you’re all dismissed. I’m going to go see my child."
Nerida spoke up, "Madam, the Young Master is with The Exalted One. While you were away, the Young Master has been sleeping with him."
Celeste Grant nodded.
"Okay, I understand. I’ll go see them."
She gave a sound of acknowledgment and then flew towards the palace where Javier Sinclair resided. The Bloodfiend Den was so vast you couldn’t see its end. If she tried to get there by walking normally, she’d probably get lost.
In the blink of an eye, Celeste Grant arrived at Javier Sinclair’s residence.
’I dumped our son on him and left for over half a month. I wonder what kind of father Javier Sinclair has been.’
Celeste Grant turned invisible.
Her form appeared inside his bedchamber, and her eyes immediately fell upon Javier Sinclair, who was reclining against the headboard. His ink-black hair was unbound and cascaded around him.
He was wearing an open inner robe, revealing a firm chest and defined abs. A chubby little figure was nestled against him.
This...
’Did I just hit the jackpot the moment I got back?’
’Are the perks really this good?’
Her gaze fell upon his chest.
’And this was a view she didn’t even need a premium subscription for.’
She averted her gaze.
’Don’t look.’
’She wasn’t that kind of person... What a sharp judge of character she was. She was *exactly* that kind of person.’
’This was a portrait of a beautiful man, and a limited edition at that.’
Just then, Javier Sinclair turned his head slightly, his gaze landing right where she was. "Enjoying the view? Aren’t you afraid I’ll gouge your eyes out?"
His voice, low and laced with coldness, sent a chill down her spine.
’Alright then. The Archfiend’s intimidating presence was as strong as ever, not diminished in the slightest.’
The moment Celeste Grant had appeared,
Javier Sinclair had detected her, sneaking around while invisible.
’With her meager Cultivation, how could he possibly not have noticed her? But for her to stare so brazenly at his chest...’
His gaze dropped to his own exposed chest, and only then did he remember he had just come from the Blood Pool and was still disheveled.
His face grew a little warm, but he maintained a perfectly calm and composed expression.
Javier Sinclair carefully reached out, lifted his son, and set him aside. Then, he pulled his robes closed and sat up straight on the edge of the bed.
"If you’re back, you’re back. Why are you sneaking around?"
Celeste Grant walked forward.
Her figure materialized.
"Haha, good evening, Exalted One! What do you mean, ’sneaking around’? I was just trying to see if you could detect me. Oh, but never mind. I understand that a lonely old man who’s been without a wife for centuries wouldn’t get it. After all, being single entirely through your own efforts is a skill in itself."
The moment she finished speaking,
she slapped a hand over her mouth.
’Oh, crap. It just slipped out. How dare she talk to The Archfiend like that?’ She looked up with a weak smile and said, "Hahaha... Big Brother, would you believe me if I said this mouth of mine has a mind of its own?"
Javier Sinclair reached out.
The next moment,
Celeste Grant felt her body being yanked by a powerful force, and an instant later she was falling on top of him. At the same time, a hand closed around her neck.
The Archfiend’s sinister voice whispered in her ear.
"I also feel that this hand of mine has a mind of its own. It wants to twist your head off. What do you think?"
In her current position, she was halfway in his lap.
He wasn’t applying any pressure with his hand, but his fingers brushing against her neck were a little ticklish.
His gaze met hers. "What was that you said just now? Do you dare say it again?"
Celeste Grant smiled and grabbed his wrist. "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. Don’t be so petty, Exalted One. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?"
The distance between them was now far too close.
Celeste Grant pressed a hand against his leg to push herself up.
