Chapter 248: Chapter 246: Isn’t It True Love? How Come You Were Stabbed Instead? (Part 1)

Jocelyn Grant said, "What do you know? They may not be powerful, but their feelings for me are genuine. They’re even willing to die for me. That’s a kind of devotion you, Celeste Grant, will never have."

’Nope, no thanks. Get away, get far away from me.’

’Wait... Is she actually bragging about this?’

Celeste Grant looked at her and retorted, "And this is something to brag about? I know you all share a ’true love.’ You should be chained together forever. When you die, you should go down together, nice and neat. Don’t leave anyone behind."

At this, Celeste Grant suddenly smiled.

The moment she smiled, Jocelyn Grant had a bad feeling.

’What wicked scheme is this woman cooking up now?’

’No. At this rate, I’ll surely die.’

At this thought, she pressed her fingers together in front of her to activate the Space Treasure. She prepared to leave, but not without letting out a final threat.

"Celeste Grant, you just wait! I won’t spare you the next time we meet."

A ripple in space.

With her level of Cultivation, Celeste Grant sensed it instantly. The very moment Jocelyn Grant activated the Space Treasure, Celeste used Magic to stop her. Simultaneously, a circle of runes appeared on Jocelyn Grant, sealing her Space Treasure.

Jocelyn Grant’s face fell.

"What’s going on? What do you think you’re doing?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly, her lips parting. "Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking back what’s mine, of course."

The moment she finished speaking, a Jade Token materialized in front of Jocelyn Grant. It was the Space Transmission Treasure Jocelyn had acquired, but now, it belonged to Celeste.

Celeste’s gaze fell upon the Jade Token hovering before Jocelyn. She extended her hand, and the Space Treasure flew toward her.

"My Magic Treasure!"

Jocelyn Grant instinctively reached out to grab it, but her hand met empty air. The Space Transmission Treasure was already in Celeste Grant’s grasp.

With the Magic Treasure in hand, Celeste Grant gently caressed the Jade Token. She smiled. "Not bad at all. A Space Transmission Treasure. This is what you used to escape last time, isn’t it? It’s quite a useful little thing."

The instant she had the Magic Treasure, Celeste Grant used her Magic to erase the Soul Seal Jocelyn had left on it.

Magic Treasures of this kind are typically bound to their owner through blood. When Celeste forcefully erased the bond with Magic, Jocelyn suffered the backlash, coughed up blood, and plummeted from the sky.

"N-No... Impossible! How do you know how to do that?"

In a flash, Celeste Grant appeared a short distance in front of her. "What a stupid question. Who do you think I am? I’m The Archfiend’s wife. Don’t you think it would be child’s play for me to learn a few Demon Cultivator tricks? Why are you so surprised?"

Jocelyn Grant propped herself up on the ground.

She glared at Celeste Grant, her face contorted with rage. "Give it back! Celeste Grant, you’re utterly shameless! You’ve always loved stealing other people’s things, ever since we were children. This Space Transmission Treasure is mine! How dare you claim it’s yours?"

Celeste Grant was completely unfazed by her words.

She looked at Jocelyn Grant, her expression one of utter entitlement. "What do you mean, ’yours’? Haven’t I told you? From now on, any lucky opportunity or treasure you happen to find is just something I planted there for you. So I’m just taking back my own property. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’ve been using my treasure for this long; you should be grateful I’m not charging you rent."

She stood there, dangling the Jade Token from her fingers, twisting the knife. "You know, Jocelyn Grant, your luck is really quite good. You’re like a natural-born treasure-hunting rat. I’ll be taking this, then. You just keep up the good work; maybe you’ll find something even better for me next time."

This was far from the first time Celeste Grant had stolen something from her. The mere thought made Jocelyn Grant’s chest tighten with such fury that her qi and blood surged, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

Celeste Grant chuckled. "You spit blood at the drop of a hat. You seem a little frail."

"Damn you, Celeste Grant!"

As she spoke, she scrambled to her feet. Muttering a few words, she drew a rune in the air. Instantly, a vortex of wind erupted from her position, surging straight toward Celeste Grant.

In response to the attack, Celeste Grant calmly gathered her Cultivation. With a flash of sword light, she sent a single strike toward Jocelyn. The two forces collided, sending Jocelyn Grant flying backward.

In that same moment, Celeste Grant closed the distance, the tip of her sword aimed to kill.

Her Sword Qi carved a vortex through the raging wind. An instant later, the Primordial Sword in her hand pierced through Jocelyn Grant’s chest.

Celeste Grant let out a cold laugh.

She ripped the sword out.

Blood sprayed.

Without a shred of mercy.

"AHHHH..."

She treated Jocelyn Grant and her paramours with equal disdain. She would never show mercy based on gender; such a concept simply didn’t exist for her.

Jocelyn Grant let out a pained scream.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees.

Celeste Grant stood over her, looking down. Her hand was spattered with blood, yet her expression was disconcertingly gentle. She smiled and said, "You really shouldn’t talk about dying so much. It’s such bad luck. See? The moment you said it, this hand of mine got a mind of its own. It just had to stab you."

Jocelyn Grant tried to flee.

But Celeste Grant wasn’t about to give her the chance. Even as she spoke such gentle words, she had already drawn a rune and sent it into Jocelyn’s body, temporarily sealing her Cultivation.

Just moments ago, she had been gloating over her Cultivation breakthrough. She had believed herself to be the chosen one, backed by a powerful mother. She had even awakened her spiritual blood! Her Cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds, allowing her to one day stand at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World and crush everyone beneath her feet.

She had even pictured the day Celeste Grant would be kneeling before her, begging for mercy.

But now, that hope was shattered. The beautiful dream colliding with this cruel reality was a blow Jocelyn Grant couldn’t accept.

"No... This can’t be happening."

"But I awakened my spiritual blood! I already had a breakthrough! Why did I still lose?"

’To lose to Celeste Grant—that piece of trash I’ve always looked down on... I just can’t accept it!’

Her Cultivation was sealed.

A look of terror appeared on Jocelyn Grant’s face.

’How could this be happening? Why am I in Celeste Grant’s hands again?’ The memory of the last time she fell into Celeste’s clutches—of having her Spirit Root torn out and her Cultivation destroyed—made her face turn deathly pale.

Though terrified, she refused to show it, and couldn’t stop herself from spitting, "All you know are these dirty, underhanded tricks."

Celeste Grant laughed.

"It doesn’t matter how old the trick is, as long as it works."

As she spoke, Celeste Grant gripped the hilt of her sword.

Without even glancing at her.

The tip of the sword plunged straight down into Jocelyn’s leg.

"Stop! AAAAAHH... It hurts!"

Celeste Grant smiled as she yanked the sword out.

Blood gushed from the wound in Jocelyn’s leg. Celeste calmly remarked, "Oh, sorry. My hand slipped."

’Humiliation. This was blatant, naked humiliation.’ Jocelyn Grant was so furious her hands trembled.

"Wh-what do you want? Celeste Grant, don’t push me! Believe it or not, I’ll take you down with me!"

"Take me down with you?"

As she spoke, she flicked her wrist. With a SWISH, the sword flew out, circled her once, then shrank and neatly tucked itself into her hair bun like a pin.

"I’m willing to bet you value your own life far too much to dare."