Chapter 270: Chapter 268: Soul Separation Technique, Stripping the Divine Soul

"No, Celeste Grant, you can’t do this to me! You already made me self-destruct my Nascent Soul and lose my body. I worked so hard to find this suitable body, I can’t lose it... You can’t take my body away!"

"Tell me, what do you want? If you promise to let me go this one time, I’ll agree to anything."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly. "Agree to anything? Do I look like I need anything from you? Even if I kept you around as a decoration, I’d find you an eyesore. So what use are you to me?"

As she spoke, she sized up the unfamiliar face Jocelyn Grant was now wearing and couldn’t help but spit. "Ptooey! If this face actually belonged to you, I’d slap you a couple of times right now. And you want me to spare you? Dream on. For someone so ugly, you sure have some beautiful fantasies."

"Celeste Grant, you dare... I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Hearing this, Celeste walked over and stood right in front of her. She reached out, patted her cheek, and said in a low voice, "You want to be a ghost? Alright, I’ll grant your wish. Cultivators from The Demonic Sects might not be good at much, but we’re experts in the business of turning people into ghosts. Any one of us could do it."

She let out a sinister laugh as she spoke.

Jocelyn Grant’s face filled with fear.

She hurriedly spoke.

"No... don’t."

"Celeste Grant, stop."

Celeste Grant’s smile vanished.

She looked at her with a cold sneer.

"You’re the one who should shut up, you damn Jocelyn."

As she spoke, she brought two fingers together, swiped them horizontally in front of her, and, using Magic, tapped Jocelyn Grant’s forehead.

The moment the Magic activated, Jocelyn Grant felt an external force violently tearing her Divine Soul from the body.

Her face went pale.

Her Divine Soul was in agony.

"Is this the High-level Technique, the Soul Separation Technique? How do you know this... No, stop! AAAAAH... It hurts so much."

"Celeste Grant, stop... It hurts!"

This feeling—being unable to move while enduring such extreme pain, forced to just stand there and take it—was sheer torture. "Let go... Stop it, let me go!"

’That sound is so incredibly satisfying.’

Seeing her pale with pain, Celeste Grant actually smiled.

She offered gentle comfort.

"Does it hurt? You look like you’re in a lot of pain."

"There, there, it’s alright... Just bear with it, and it’ll be over soon. Seeing you in so much pain is making my heart ache a little. I learned this during my seclusion, and I haven’t had a chance to try it on anyone yet. Sorry, this is my first time using this technique on a person, so I’m a bit rusty. But don’t worry, I’ll be quick. I definitely won’t damage this body."

Jocelyn Grant glared at her, furious.

"Go to hell... you bitch."

Jocelyn Grant was so dizzy from the pain that the world was spinning before her eyes, her very Divine Soul trembling. And this bitch, Celeste Grant, was rubbing salt in her wounds, taunting her relentlessly.

’How can such a two-faced, vicious person exist in this world?’

"You..."

"AAAAAH..."

"Help... help me..."

It was too painful.

"Celeste Grant, you bitch! If I survive this, I swear I’ll kill you! AAAAAH... I’ll kill you! Help me... AAAAAH..."

Witnessing her miserable screams, Celeste Grant tilted her head slightly, then looked back at her and said with a gentle smile, "Naughty girl. Still have the energy to curse at a time like this. I’ll show you with my actions that your little hard-to-get act won’t work on me. Go on, scream. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."

Seeing this, the eyes of the Bloodfiend Den Cultivators standing nearby lit up.

’So this is psychological torture? I’ve really learned something today.’

As expected of the Lady, speaking the gentlest words while ripping out a Divine Soul. Her smile sent a chill down the spines of even these Demonic Sect Cultivators, men who had seen it all, and it made their hair stand on end.

Celeste Grant’s hand slowly lifted from Jocelyn Grant’s forehead. It was now gripping Jocelyn’s Divine Soul, slowly pulling it out of Yana’s Mother’s body. Jocelyn’s Divine Soul was visibly dragged upward, and she felt herself being stripped from the body.

Her Divine Soul was in excruciating pain.

It felt as if it were being torn to shreds and burned, causing her face to turn deathly pale and contort. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, a truly frightening sight.

"Whoa! Good heavens." Celeste Grant glanced over and remarked, "That’s pretty damn scary to look at. Seems my soul-stripping technique is still too rusty. It’s not aesthetically pleasing enough."

She applied more force with her hand.

Gripping Jocelyn Grant’s Divine Soul, she took a few steps back, pulling it out from head to toe as if yanking a radish from the ground.

"It’s out, it’s out. Done."

’Looks like I have some talent for this after all.’

’Succeeded on the very first try.’

’Just perfect.’

Before she could celebrate, Yana’s Mother’s body closed its eyes and began to collapse. Celeste Grant shot out a hand to catch it. Looking to the side, she tossed the body to a nearby female disciple.

Celeste Grant said to the female disciple, "Take her back to Elder Sawyer. While the body’s still warm, have his sister get back into it quickly."

"Yes, Ma’am! I’ll take her to Elder Sawyer right away."

Hearing this, the nearby female disciple acknowledged the order and quickly took Yana’s Mother’s body from Celeste Grant’s hands.

She hoisted the body onto her shoulder and vanished from the spot in a flash. It was clear from her practiced movements in carrying the body that she probably had a side gig.

Elder Sawyer’s sister’s body was recovered. Her goal for the day was accomplished.

Thinking of this, Celeste Grant let out a breath of relief.

’Now I can rest easy.’

’Oh... right! What should I do with this thing I’m holding?’

At that moment, Celeste Grant’s gaze fell upon Jocelyn Grant.

Jocelyn Grant was now in a state of disembodied Primordial Spirit. Because it had been forcibly extracted with a High-level Technique, her Primordial Spirit was damaged and flickering, and her Divine Soul looked incredibly weak.

"C-Celeste Grant... how dare you do this to me... Give me back my body."

Her voice sounded so weak, it seemed as if speaking any louder might cause her Primordial Spirit to dissipate completely.

Celeste Grant waved her hand, fixing the Primordial Spirit in front of her. A binding Magic was currently flowing over Jocelyn’s Primordial Spirit.

Hearing her words, Celeste Grant sneered. "Now that’s not right. What do you mean, *your* body? Just because you occupied it for a while, that makes it yours? You’ve got some nerve, Jocelyn Grant. The body you possessed belongs to the sister of a Bloodfiend Den elder. By extension, that makes her one of my people. If we’re really getting down to it, she’s mine. You shameless bitch, you were asking for death when you touched one of my people."

She stared at Jocelyn Grant. "But now you’ve fallen into my hands again. How should I deal with you? Should I obliterate your Divine Soul, or should I tear it to pieces?"

Suddenly, Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.

"I’ve got it."

As she spoke, she extended her hand.

A soul banner materialized in her palm.

It was the one Javier Sinclair had given her: the Emperor Level Ten Thousand Souls Banner.