Jocelyn Grant was a mess of turmoil and rage right now.

She despised Celeste Grant to death, but she’d discovered there was nothing she could do about her. She couldn’t beat her, couldn’t get rid of her... All she could do was watch Celeste’s life get better and better.

She clenched her fists.

’I can’t admit defeat,’ she thought. ’One day, I’ll make her pay for everything.’

Hearing Sean Lockwood speak, she gave a slight nod. "Alright... Senior Brother, let’s go back first."

This was First Eve City.

It was the closest Grand Cultivator City to the Primal Heaven Sect, a bustling and prosperous place home to many Cultivator Families.

Jocelyn Grant and Sean Lockwood were currently walking through the city. Their injuries were too severe to use their Cultivation; otherwise, they could have used a Cleaning Technique and wouldn’t have looked like a pair of beggars.

They wanted to find a place to wash up and change clothes before returning to the Primal Heaven Sect. But their storage bags and Storage Rings, along with everything of value they had, had been looted on their journey back. They had nothing left.

Oh, that wasn’t entirely true. Their Lifebound Magical Artifacts, which they had refined with their own blood, were still with them. These were top-grade treasures, linked to a Cultivator’s Divine Soul. Unless the owner died, no one else could take them.

Someone flew overhead on a sword—a disciple of the Primal Heaven Sect. Seeing them, Jocelyn Grant quickly called out to stop them.

"Disciples of the Primal Heaven Sect!"

"Over here, over here!"

At that moment, above Jocelyn Grant and the others,

The two Primal Heaven Sect disciples flying overhead slowed to a stop.

The two disciples looked back. One of them scratched his head and said, "Did someone just call us?"

The other replied, "You must have misheard. Plenty of Primal Heaven Sect disciples pass through here. They probably weren’t calling for us."

"Let’s go back and check."

The two Primal Heaven Sect disciples turned around and flew back. And sure enough, they saw someone waving at them.

"We’re over here!"

"Who are you? Why did you call for us?"

"Yeah, what gives? I’m on my way to a lottery drawing. If you make me miss my chance to win, you’d better be ready to pay up."

Sean Lockwood looked up at them.

"It’s me."

The two Primal Heaven Sect disciples stared at them for a moment but didn’t recognize them.

However, one pointed at Jocelyn Grant and Sean Lockwood and said, "You two look a little familiar..."

Sean Lockwood was mortified that they hadn’t recognized him.

"I’m your Little Martial Uncle."

’Little Martial Uncle?’

The two finally reacted.

The two Primal Heaven Sect disciples simultaneously jumped back a step, their faces filled with disbelief. "You... you’re saying you’re our Little Martial Uncle? Then this must be our Martial Aunt."

’No way!’

Speaking of their Little Martial Uncle... an image they had personally witnessed immediately surfaced in their minds: a disheveled Little Martial Uncle and Martial Aunt... and the Little Martial Uncle’s white underwear.

It was impossible. The memory was too vivid to ever forget.

’So it really is the Little Martial Uncle.’

’No wonder they looked familiar.’

’But how did their Little Martial Uncle end up in such a state? He looked like a refugee who’d been on the run for months.’

Snapping back to their senses, they hurried forward to help support them.

"Little Martial Uncle, what happened to you? Grand Martial Uncle Maple has been sending people everywhere looking for you."

Sean Lockwood said, "Let’s return to the Sect first."

Sean Lockwood really didn’t want to talk about it here.

Just thinking about it made his entire body ache.

The people who came looking for trouble during this time had come in wave after wave. They had no free time, day or night, not even a moment to meditate and rest.

These past few days, his nerves had been stretched taut. Everyone he saw looked like they were about to jump out and kill him at any second.

And so, after arriving in First Eve City, Jocelyn Grant and Sean Lockwood were brought back by the Primal Heaven Sect disciples.

They had finally managed to save their own skins.

Meanwhile.

Inside the festively red Bloodfiend Den.

Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair sat in the courtyard cracking melon seeds. In front of them, Elder Sawyer and Elder Lawson were pacing back and forth, explaining the grand wedding ceremony and procedures for the next day.

The two elders had already been talking for the better part of the day.

Javier Sinclair’s brain felt like it was turning to mush from listening. He propped his head up with one hand on the stone table, tilted his head, and whispered to Celeste Grant.

"Did you get any of that?"

"My brain feels scrambled. I want to go crack a few skulls to relax."

"A little... I’m also starting to feel like getting married is a huge hassle."

Celeste Grant also felt that it was all incredibly complicated.

Seeing how uncooperative the two were being, Elder Sawyer glared at them.

"The Exalted One."

"My Lady."

You could tell.

The elder wanted to flip the table.

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Please continue, Elder."

As she spoke, she lightly tapped Javier Sinclair on the forehead. "Sit up straight and pay attention to the lesson."

He raised a hand in a gesture.

"I know, I know, I’m listening. You guys can continue."

Javier Sinclair sat up straight and continued to listen to the elder explain the important points for tomorrow.

’If it weren’t for my wife, why would I, the great Demonic Sovereign, the Cultivation World’s Greatest Fiend, be sitting here listening to some wedding ceremony briefing?’

He turned to look at the woman beside him.

He saw that her eyes were crinkled with a smile, her face alight with happiness.

Suddenly, he felt happy too.

’Alright then.’

’Seeing as my wife is so beautiful, I’ll refrain from tossing these long-winded elders out. A wedding only happens once, after all. There should be a sense of ceremony.’

At that moment, Elder Lawson was saying,

"Tomorrow, My Lady will be married off from her family’s side."

"My Lady, you must wake up early to wash and dress. Then you will wait for us to come for the bridal procession... At that time, a Vermilion will pull the wedding carriage, with Spirit Birds in attendance. The Azure Dragon will lead the way. In short, we will fly a full circle around the borders of the Immortal and Demonic Paths... blah blah blah..."

It wasn’t until dusk began to fall.

After the two elders had left,

Celeste Grant slumped onto the stone table.

"They’re finally gone. No one ever told me getting married was so complicated."

Javier Sinclair glanced at her. "It’s my first time, too. If I had known it was this much trouble..."

Celeste Grant looked up at him.

"And then?"

Javier Sinclair cleared his throat and said with a straight face, "Then obviously, I would have studied up and gotten some experience beforehand."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant leaned in with a sinister smile. "Gotten some experience? Javier Sinclair, who exactly were you planning to get experience from? Were you thinking of getting married once before me?"

"What are you thinking?"

Javier Sinclair pressed two fingers against her forehead. "Who else could I learn from... I’d read books, obviously. Who else could I possibly find?"

He then leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Besides, I wouldn’t dare."

Seeing his deadpan humor, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

"Not bad. You get a kiss for that."

As she spoke, she leaned toward him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Little Aaron Sinclair walked in just in time to see his mommy and daddy kissing.

✧(≖◡≖✿) He trotted over, pushed his daddy aside, and presented his little face. "Mommy, I want a kiss too!"

"Haha..."

Celeste Grant laughed.

She leaned over and kissed her son’s cheek.

"Mwah... My son is so handsome."

"Mommy, who’s more handsome, Daddy or me?"

"Is that even a question? Of course my son is more handsome. Mommy loves you the most, my little darling."

As she spoke, she hugged her son and nuzzled his small cheek.