Chapter 269: Chapter 267: Be Careful, Don’t Damage Her

"You still don’t get it?" Celeste Grant’s expression turned cold. "Jocelyn Grant, don’t you claim to be gentle and kind? Didn’t you feel any guilt when you stole someone else’s body?"

Jocelyn Grant’s heart skipped a beat, but her face remained impassive as she said, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Seeing her refusal to admit it, Celeste Grant sneered. "I wasn’t planning on dealing with you so soon, but you just had to push your luck. Jocelyn Grant, the body you’re using right now belongs to the younger sister of Elder Sawyer from our Bloodfiend Den’s Hall of Enforcement. And you dared to possess her body when her Primordial Spirit was weak."

Jocelyn Grant was shocked to hear this.

’What?’

’Celeste Grant actually knows the person whose body I’m using?’

’That’s not right. This body’s Primordial Spirit already dissipated. I watched it happen with my own eyes. So how on earth does Celeste Grant know all this?’

But no matter how she knew, Jocelyn Grant certainly wasn’t going to admit it.

She was heard saying, "Nonsense! That’s slander! This body had no Primordial Spirit or consciousness. Besides, I found it in a Secret Realm, so how could it possibly be some elder’s sister? And this body circulates Immortal Spirit Qi. What could it possibly have to do with you Demon Cultivators? If you’re going to make something up, at least come up with a better story."

"Still trying to argue?"

Celeste Grant sneered. "Who told you that everyone in the Demonic Sects must practice Devil Cultivation? Can’t some of us practice regular Cultivation? Look at me. Do I look like I practice Devil Cultivation?"

It was true that over eighty percent of those in the Demonic Sects practiced Devil Cultivation because their constitutions were naturally suited for it. But there was a portion whose bodies were not suited for Devil Cultivation; these people, like Celeste Grant, practiced regular Cultivation. Others simply wanted to join the Bloodfiend Den and had never practiced Devil Cultivation to begin with.

There were also a few who were only suited for regular Cultivation from birth, but who said that made them any less a part of the Demonic Sects? If their parents were members of the Demonic Sects and Demon Cultivators, then of course, so were they. A different cultivation system didn’t change the fact that they belonged to the Demonic Path.

Thinking of this, the Demon Cultivators surrounding Jocelyn Grant started grumbling. One of them spoke up, "My uncle practices regular Cultivation! So what? Who says everyone on the Demonic Path has to practice Devil Cultivation? What a shortsighted woman. They’re both female cultivators, but look at our Madam... it’s like comparing heaven and earth. No comparison at all."

One of them stepped forward and held out his hand. What emerged from his body was not Demonic Qi, but pure Immortal Spirit Qi.

This was a cultivator at the Late Stage of Golden Core.

"Do I look like I’m from some Immortal Sect? I can do regular Cultivation too... How ignorant."

"Exactly."

"Your orders, Madam."

Everyone looked to Celeste Grant.

She raised her hand.

Her fingers made a slight motion.

"Seize her."

Her tone was calm, but her words carried an undeniable authority.

Perhaps this was a case of being influenced by one’s company. After spending so much time with Javier Sinclair, she had taken on a hint of his air. You could call it a sign of a well-matched couple.

Everyone present nodded.

"Yes, Madam!"

Celeste Grant added a reminder.

"Be careful. Don’t damage the body. The one she’s in now belongs to Elder Sawyer’s sister—and she is Yana’s birth mother. It cannot be harmed. I want her taken alive."

"Yes..."

"Move out."

Someone gave the order.

Jocelyn Grant’s gaze swept over the Demon Cultivators present before finally landing on Celeste Grant. She gritted her teeth, her face full of hatred. "Damn it... Celeste Grant, you only know how to use these dirty tricks against me! If you have any real skill, fight me one-on-one! Calling so many people to help you, have you no shame?"

Celeste Grant just smiled, unfazed. "Hahaha... That’s hilarious. I’m the vicious villain, remember? I have all these subordinates at my disposal, but you think I should fight you one-on-one? Do you think I’m an idiot?"

Seeing Celeste Grant laugh, Jocelyn Grant felt that she was being mocked. "Don’t get too smug! Celeste Grant, if you push me too far, I’ll destroy this body!"

Celeste Grant wasn’t scared by this threat. She simply raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "Detonating your Nascent Soul doesn’t feel very good, does it? What, are you eager to experience it again?"

"You..."

She could still almost feel the agonizing pain from her Primordial Spirit when she had impulsively detonated her Nascent Soul back then. She really didn’t want to experience that a second time.

Before she could speak, Celeste Grant continued, "Or you could just stab yourself a few times. If you do that, I’ll actually be quite impressed."

’Stab myself? No way. I’m quite satisfied with this body for now. If it’s gone, where would I find another one?’

’No... I have to escape. I have to get away.’

’But while I have a Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, every single person here is at least a Golden Core Stage cultivator, not to mention the five or six Mid- and Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.’

’That’s right, this body is very important to them. That means they won’t dare to actually hurt me.’ Having figured this out, Jocelyn Grant made the first move, preparing to fight her way out.

However, the Demon Cultivators were numerous and powerful, and the difference in strength was immense. After just a few moves, Jocelyn Grant was trapped and immobilized by an Array they had deployed.

Throughout this cat-and-mouse game, Celeste Grant simply stood by and watched.

Only when Jocelyn Grant was trapped and immobilized by the Array did Celeste Grant slowly walk forward.

She smiled as she looked at the Imprisonment Array glowing with runes before her.

"That was fast. I thought you’d last at least a few rounds. I guess I overestimated you."

Hearing her taunt, Jocelyn Grant felt so infuriated it was as if she were about to cough up a mouthful of old blood. It was maddening.

"What are you so proud of? You just have numbers on your side. If you had to face so many Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators like I just did, you’d probably be in a worse state than me!"

Celeste Grant gave a small shrug. "That’s right, I do have numbers on my side. As for what you said... heheh, that day will never come. If an enemy really came at me with this many people, my side would definitely have even more."

As she spoke, Celeste Grant reached out and removed the veil from Jocelyn’s face. She studied it carefully, then nodded repeatedly. "Not bad, not bad at all. My little Yana’s mother was truly beautiful."

But looking at the face, now twisted with hatred...

Celeste Grant sighed softly.

"It’s just a shame you’ve dirtied it. When we get back, we’ll have to make her soak in the Blood Pool for a while to wash away the filth."

"You bitch, why don’t you just die!"

’Filth.’

’She actually called me filth.’

"Curse all you want now, because you won’t be able to in a moment."

Fear appeared on Jocelyn Grant’s face. She had witnessed Celeste Grant’s methods before and knew she showed absolutely no mercy.

"What are you planning to do?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"I’m going to drag your Primordial Spirit out of this body, of course."

Jocelyn Grant’s face turned pale.

Now, she was truly afraid.

"No, you can’t do this."