Aaron Sinclair hugged her.

"I love Mommy the most too."

He was still Mommy’s little darling.

And Mommy loved him the most.

Javier Sinclair, who had been pushed to the side, put a hand on his hip.

"Aaron Sinclair, you’re a big boy now, and you still need your mom to hold you? Have you no shame?"

Sitting in Celeste Grant’s lap, Aaron Sinclair said, "Daddy, I’m still just a kid. What’s wrong with having Mommy hold me? You’re just envious. Jealous."

Javier Sinclair shot him an irritated look. "Huh? You think I’d be jealous of you?"

Aaron Sinclair grinned. "It’s okay to be a little jealous, Daddy. Who can blame you when Mommy likes me the most? After me, Mommy likes Grandpa and Grandma, my little uncle, Aunt Nerida, Ruby, Cub, Jade..."

Javier Sinclair was speechless.

’So, where does that put me on the list? Is this really my standing in the family?’

Javier Sinclair sat down beside them and looked at his wife.

"Celeste, do you want him or do you want me?"

The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.

She chuckled and said, "Do I even have to choose? It’s my son, of course."

Javier Sinclair sighed. "I can’t go on living like this."

"And now you’re complaining?"

"I wouldn’t dare."

"Hahaha."

The family of three was a picture of perfect harmony.

...

That night, Celeste Grant did not stay at the Bloodfiend Den. She returned to her parents’ home to prepare for her marriage.

The next day—the day of Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant’s wedding—arrived quickly.

Three months had passed since Celeste Grant’s birthday.

Snow had already fallen in many places this year, and the air had grown cold. Only in Bloodfiend City had the weather remained pleasant. The sun came out every few days, and not a single snowflake had fallen.

The Cultivation World experienced the four seasons, but the weather varied greatly from place to place. For instance, some regions were like spring year-round, never seeing a speck of snow, their climates rarely changing. Other areas, however, were perpetually locked in extreme cold.

Regardless of how the weather changed, it made no difference to Cultivators. If a Cultivator disliked the climate, they could simply establish an Array to keep their living space exactly as they preferred.

Most importantly, Cultivators were impervious to extreme cold and heat, so they had no need for long johns or winter coats. Even those with lower Cultivation who might be affected had a simple solution: they could wear clothing with cold-resistant properties.

If you ever saw a Cultivator wearing a fox-fur cloak on a snowy day, remember: they weren’t cold. They were just flaunting their wealth.

「On the day of the wedding.」

Celeste Grant woke up very early.

Attended by Nerida and a dozen female disciples from the Bloodfiend Den, she was washed, made up, and dressed in layer after layer of the wedding gown specially embroidered by the Den’s seamstresses.

It was a magnificent red wedding gown, complete with a phoenix coronet and embroidered cape. The gown itself was adorned with golden patterns and a phoenix with its wings spread, as if about to take flight.

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Celeste Grant reached up and touched the tassels dangling at her side.

"Madam, you look absolutely stunning today. When The Exalted One sees you, he won’t be able to look away."

"I never thought I’d live to see The Exalted One’s wedding day. It’s so gratifying."

Celeste Grant took her hand. "Nerida, thank you. I’ll take care of your Exalted One from now on."

"Madam, I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

"We will be."

After Nerida and the others left, Celeste Grant’s parents walked in.

Seeing them, Celeste Grant stood up.

"Dad, Mom."

Mr. and Mrs. Grant looked at their daughter, their faces filled with smiles, but more so with a sense of reluctance to let her go. Even though their daughter had been living with their son-in-law, without a formal wedding, they had always felt she hadn’t truly left home and was still by their side.

Now, seeing her in her wedding dress, they felt their eyes begin to sting with tears.

Their daughter was all grown up.

Today, she was getting married.

Mr. Grant took Celeste Grant’s hand, his face filled with admiration. "My daughter looks so beautiful today."

Mrs. Grant, standing nearby, gently patted Celeste Grant’s head. "Of course she’s beautiful. She takes after me, after all."

"Yes, yes... I’m only this beautiful because Mom is so beautiful. I inherited all the best genes from both of you."

Her words made her parents laugh.

"Oh, you silly girl."

"The groom’s party will be here soon, and I don’t know what else to say. I just hope that my Celeste will always be happy, and that you and your husband will share a love that never wavers."

Celeste Grant smiled and nodded.

"Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. We’ll be very happy, I promise."

"If your husband ever bullies you..."

Celeste Grant laughed.

"Don’t worry. He wouldn’t dare."

Mr. and Mrs. Grant laughed.

When they first learned that the son-in-law their daughter had found was the great Archfiend of the Cultivation World, they had been worried. But after all these years, they could tell that he was a good man. He was always respectful toward them and treated their daughter exceptionally well.

And that was enough.

Celeste Grant spoke with her parents for a while longer.

Then, a very formally dressed Charlie Grant walked in. He was her younger brother.

"Sister... Brother-in-law and the others are here to pick you up! Are you ready?"

Looking at her sweet younger brother, Celeste Grant reached out and patted his head.

"There, there. Your big sister is ready."

’My brother is a character who didn’t exist in the original book,’ she thought. ’It was only after I transmigrated and changed the plot that he came to be. So, even I don’t know what the future holds for him. But as long as I’m here, I’ll never let anyone harm my family.’

He took Celeste Grant’s hand.

"You look so beautiful today, Sister."

Charlie Grant looked at his beautiful sister, hesitated for a moment, then puffed out his chest and declared, "Sister, if Brother-in-law ever bullies you, just come home. I’ll take care of you. I’ll work hard on my Cultivation so I can protect you."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

"All right, then. My little brother needs to cultivate hard. I’ll be counting on you from now on."

"All right, the procession is here," said their mother. "Charlie, lead your sister out."

"I know, Mom. I’ll walk my sister out."

"Come, let’s put on the red veil."

The red veil was beautifully embroidered. It was a transparent layer of red gauze that, once placed on her head, draped all the way down to her gown. It didn’t obstruct her vision at all; she could see outside clearly.

Celeste Grant’s mother personally placed the red veil over her head, and then her brother led her out the door.

The Grant family home was located on what was once known as South District Avenue in Bloodfiend City.

A large crowd of Cultivators had gathered outside her home to watch, most of them from the Demonic Sects.

Javier Sinclair and her son had come to receive the bride, followed by Elder Sawyer and the others.

The sky above was a dark, dense mass of people. Anyone who didn’t know better might have mistaken the grand procession for an army marching to attack the Immortal Sect.

"We, your subordinates, respectfully welcome you, Madam!"

"We welcome you, Madam!"

A Cloud Ladder materialized before Celeste Grant, extending right to her feet. The moment she appeared, Javier Sinclair, who stood at the top, had eyes for no one else.

At the sight of her, the corners of Javier Sinclair’s lips lifted into a gentle smile.

"Celeste, I’ve come for you."

He slowly descended the Cloud Ladder until he stood right before her.

"Greetings, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, Brother-in-law."

Javier Sinclair first paid his respects to his in-laws, then turned to Celeste Grant.

"Greetings, my lady."

’Looks like the Archfiend paid close attention to Elder Sawyer’s lessons,’ she thought.

’Listening to him speak so formally... it’s almost a little strange.’

She gave a slight smile.

"Greetings, my lord husband."