Chapter 247: Chapter 245: You’re Just Watching the Show, and You’re Even Drinking and Eating Melon Seeds

As the sword swung out.

A biting cold filled the air, seeming to solidify in an instant. A layer of white frost appeared, formed from Cultivation that had condensed into shards of ice.

The single slash felt like the depths of a bitter winter.

The two forces collided with a deafening roar. Simultaneously, with the two women at its epicenter, the entire South Mountain Mines began to tremble. The ground cracked and mountainsides threatened to collapse.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant frowned.

’This won’t do.’

’Fighting is one thing, but burning money is another.’

’This is my family’s property. If it gets destroyed, I’ll lose a fortune. No, no, absolutely not.’

Fortunately, before she even needed to say anything, she saw someone below wave a hand, erecting a Barrier. The mines instantly returned to normal.

The one who had erected the Barrier was Javier Sinclair. Inside it, Jocelyn Grant and Celeste Grant were already clashing once more.

Their figures flickered back and forth, appearing and disappearing throughout the sky as various types of Magic flared to life within the Barrier.

The Barrier was transparent, allowing the Cultivators outside to clearly see the action within.

Not far below, just outside the Barrier...

One of his subordinates brought Javier Sinclair a Taishi Chair, placing a low table beside him that held a pot of Spiritual Wine, snacks, and melon seeds.

He was all set to enjoy the show.

He sat down, poured himself some wine, and looked up at his wife.

’Not bad.’

’My wife looks quite beautiful even when she fights.’

High above, in the middle of her fight with Jocelyn Grant, Celeste Grant glanced down, and the corner of her mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

’Good grief. Is setting up a lounge in the mines really appropriate? At this rate, someone’s going to beat him up for being so brazen.’ She couldn’t help but call out, "Hey, this is a bit much! It’s one thing to watch the show, but are you really drinking and eating melon seeds, Archfiend?"

Javier Sinclair raised his wine cup to her in a toast.

He said calmly, "Finish up. We’ll celebrate when you come down."

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Great.’

’Now *that’s* how you deliver a psychological blow.’

’That’s our big shot, all right.’

’Look at my nemesis across from me, she’s practically fuming.’

Celeste Grant gave him a thumbs-up.

"Just you wait, husband. Watch this."

At this, Jocelyn Grant grew furious.

"Celeste Grant! You’re only acting this arrogant because you married Javier Sinclair! It’s because you have him backing you that you dare to look down on me! Without him, you’re nothing!"

All traces of gentleness and kindness vanished from her face, replaced by a frenzied, twisted jealousy. The old saying is true: jealousy truly makes a person ugly.

Celeste Grant sneered at the sight of her ugly expression.

’The so-called gentleness and kindness of this book’s heroine was all just in her own head. In reality, what kind of moral compass could you expect from a trashy cultivation novel like this? The protagonists’ party gets all the rewards while everyone else dies for them. Then the heroine sheds a few crocodile tears and that’s supposed to be kindness? She can go to hell.’

’A truly kind and gentle heroine would never have thrown me to some random Evil Cultivators on the roadside to be tormented. If I had run into one of those genuinely good-hearted heroines from old-school novels, things never would have turned out this way.’

’I’m not the type to go looking for trouble, but trouble always seems to find me.’

’That’s why I hate her so much. Even though I didn’t end up getting hurt, that doesn’t mean I’ll ever forgive her.’

’The only reason I wasn’t harmed was because of my own efforts. Just think about the tragic fate of the supporting female character in this book. That’s why I’ll only be at ease when Jocelyn Grant is dead.’

At this thought, Celeste Grant remained unimpressed.

She sneered. "My fault for marrying well? I won’t deny it. Can’t be helped; I was just born lucky. Some people throw themselves at men and still couldn’t hope to find a husband like mine, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, I think you’re missing the point. With my Cultivation, even without the father of my child, I can still put you in your place."

Jocelyn Grant’s face was a mask of defiance. "My Taoist Companions are all from the Righteous Immortal Sects! Do you think everyone is like you, sinking so low as to marry a Demon Cultivator? And you’re actually proud of it!"

’That’s right!’

’So what if he’s strong?’

’That Javier Sinclair is a Demon who kills without batting an eye, the most wanted man by all the Righteous Immortal Sects. Who knows, maybe one day his Cultivation will go wrong. Then, Celeste Grant will be hunted down by every Immortal Sect, and even if I do nothing, she’ll still die without a proper burial!’

Celeste Grant rolled her eyes.

’What a scrub who still thinks she’s a pro.’

’Who gave her the audacity?’

Celeste Grant smiled, twisting the knife.

"Are you talking about your Taoist Companions who’ve already croaked? Look at all your men. You had so many, and didn’t they all kick the bucket? It just goes to show that having a lot of men is useless; the most important thing is to find one who’s strong enough. All I can say is, you have terrible taste in men."

That hit a nerve.

The thought of her dead Taoist Companions sent Jocelyn Grant into a rage.

"Go die, Celeste Grant!"

But just as she finished speaking...

Celeste Grant’s attack had already arrived.

Jocelyn Grant was sent flying back by a sword strike, slamming straight into the Barrier. She immediately coughed up blood. Her hand, slashed by Sword Qi, was also bleeding.

"You... How can you be this strong?"

’A moment ago, I could still fight her on even terms. How did she suddenly get so much stronger?’

Noticing the shock on her face, Celeste Grant flicked her sleeve and said coolly, "I was just using you to sharpen my sword. Did you really think you were that powerful? Wake up. You can have anything you want in your dreams. I was only using sixty percent of my Cultivation against you before. Now, it’s seventy. Jocelyn Grant, do you think being an entire realm higher than you is just for show?"

Before she could even resist,

Celeste Grant’s figure appeared before her, her sword slicing across Jocelyn’s neck.

Blood splattered.

The next moment,

Jocelyn Grant died.

Then, the space reset.

It started over.

The scene reset to the moment just before—Jocelyn Grant slamming into the Barrier, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant cursed.

"Fuck... What a waste of my time."

’Still can’t kill her.’

’Like a grasshopper in late autumn, still hopping around. It’s so annoying.’

’Looks like her plot armor hasn’t run out yet. In that case, I’ll just have to keep beating her into the ground.’

At this thought,

Celeste Grant went on the offensive, hacking away relentlessly. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Countless wounds, large and small, appeared all over Jocelyn Grant’s body, but none of them were fatal.

Jocelyn Grant spat out more blood, glaring at Celeste Grant with pure hatred.

Celeste Grant stood in the air.

She casually propped the sword on her shoulder.

And continued her verbal assault.

’I’m not going to miss any opportunity to wear down her plot armor.’

"Jocelyn Grant, where’s that blind man of yours? What was his name again? Oh yeah, that young martial uncle from the Primal Heaven Sect, Sean Lockwood, I think. Why isn’t he out here protecting you? The hero saving the damsel in distress—isn’t that a basic trope of the genre? How come he hasn’t shown up to save the day?"

Celeste Grant feigned a look of sudden realization. "Oh, my bad, I forgot. He’s not in the South Mountain Mines, is he? You know, your men are all so useless."

At the mention of Sean Lockwood, Jocelyn Grant felt a little worried, and at the same time, a little indignant.

’What does she know? Their Cultivation might not have been high, but they were all sincere with me. They truly loved me, enough to live and die for me.’

’How could a vulgar person like Celeste Grant ever understand the bond I shared with them?’