Chapter 272: Chapter 270: So Ungrateful, You Will Regret It

As Celeste Grant finished speaking, the voice, now right beside her, replied.

"Am I wrong? This is how the plot is supposed to go. This was all the fate you were meant to endure. According to the fated arrangement, you were supposed to be slapped down and trampled underfoot by the heroine. By defying fate and disobeying me, you deserve to die. A disobedient side character like you should be eliminated."

’Fuck...’

Celeste Grant sneered. ’How ridiculous... "Accept my fate?" And become someone’s blood bag and stepping stone, get slapped down, trampled, and have my whole family die. After I transmigrated, I realized the plot could be rewritten, so why wouldn’t I change my fate if I can? Do I have the word "idiot" written on my face?’

The voice grew furious and agitated.

"No... You shouldn’t have changed any of this. According to the original plot, the heroine and the male lead were supposed to get together, vanquish demons, defend the righteous path, save all living beings, and unify the Cultivation World. In the end, they would retreat to the mountains and live happily ever after, and the Cultivation World would achieve a thousand years of peace."

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

"Hahaha... Fuck, what did I just hear? Vanquish demons and save all living beings? With your heroine and those male leads of hers? If I remember the book’s plot correctly, wherever the heroine and her men appeared, a slaughter was sure to follow. The ones who died were always others and innocent people, while they were the only ones who benefited. At a single word from the heroine, the male leads would kill people’s entire families and wipe out whole clans at the drop of a hat. They even allowed the Cultivators under their command to meddle in mortal affairs and slaughter mortals? And that’s it...?"

"What the hell do you know?! Throughout history, great achievements have always required sacrifices. Isn’t that normal?"

Celeste Grant spat. She didn’t hold back her curses. ’Normal? My ass. *That’s* what you call normal? I really don’t understand any of that stuff you’re talking about. All I know is that the only way to bless the entire Cultivation World is for the heroine of this book and all her men to die. So get lost, you son of a bitch. Listening to you for one more second is like listening to bullshit.’

The voice sounded furious.

"You just wait."

Celeste Grant sneered.

’That’s all it takes to get to you? The world of the book has become real, and its fictional characters are no longer under your control, so now all you can do is throw an impotent tantrum.’

Hearing Celeste Grant’s mockery, the voice seethed with anger.

"You don’t know what’s good for you. You will regret this."

Knowing this World’s Will couldn’t inflict any real harm on her, she didn’t mince her words. ’I’ll be waiting. Bring it on, if you’ve got the balls. If you don’t, I’m your daddy.’

As her words fell, the voice vanished. Celeste Grant could feel that this unknown power was immense, but it seemed to be under some kind of restriction that prevented it from acting against her.

In any case, as long as it posed no threat to her, it was fine. As for making enemies, what’s one more to the list?

The frozen space returned to normal.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

Before her was still Jocelyn Grant’s imprisoned Primordial Spirit.

Celeste Grant was no longer surprised by Jocelyn Grant dying and respawning.

Her gaze shifted to Jocelyn Grant’s face, and a faint smile appeared.

’The World’s Will, is it? If I can’t hit you, I’ll just hit your heroine. I have to take this anger out on someone.’

With that thought, Celeste Grant strode forward. She raised her hand and, using her Cultivation, delivered several sharp slaps right across Jocelyn Grant’s Primordial Spirit.

Those few slaps made Jocelyn Grant feel her entire soul body tremble, almost finishing her off. Her Primordial Spirit had suffered heavy damage.

"Why are you hitting me again?"

Jocelyn Grant was on the verge of a breakdown.

Celeste Grant chuckled lightly.

"Do I need a reason to hit you? I hit you because I felt like it."

"Go on, get in there. When I have a moment, I’ll refine you into a soul servant to command at my will."

As she spoke, she waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, intending to suck Jocelyn Grant back inside for a second time.

Just as Jocelyn Grant was about to enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a vortex appeared in the void. The vortex forcibly pulled Jocelyn Grant in and teleported her away.

In that instant, Celeste Grant had sensed an unknown power. It was the World’s Will.

She raised her gaze slightly, looking at the spot where Jocelyn Grant had vanished.

’Before, the World’s Will would only let Jocelyn Grant respawn. Now it’s snatching someone right from under my nose without even pretending anymore. I get the feeling this World’s Will is scared.’

’Wait, scared?’

A guess formed in Celeste Grant’s mind.

She tapped a finger against her chin, her head slightly bowed as she thought about what had just happened. ’Perhaps resurrecting Jocelyn Grant consumes a certain amount of energy. In other words, this respawning isn’t infinite.’

Realizing this, her eyes lit up.

Celeste Grant murmured to herself.

"A mistake. How could I not have thought of that?"

’I should have just grabbed Jocelyn Grant and killed her over and over until the World’s Will that favors her ran out of energy and couldn’t resurrect her anymore.’

Thinking of this, Celeste Grant felt it was a bit of a pity.

’Oh well... There’s always next time. Next time I catch Jocelyn Grant, I’ll just keep killing her. If a hundred times isn’t enough, I’ll do it a thousand, or ten thousand times.’

While Celeste Grant was lost in thought, she heard the Demon Cultivators beside her talking.

They were chattering amongst themselves, discussing what happened.

One man raised a hand and said, "What was that? For a split second, I felt like I was frozen by some power. I could only watch helplessly as that woman was swept away by the vortex."

The man next to him nodded repeatedly. "You too? I thought it was just my imagination."

Another added, "I tried to stop it, but my movements felt a split-second too slow, and then the woman’s Primordial Spirit had already vanished into the vortex. How strange. Could someone have used some kind of Magic to rescue her?"

Hearing their discussion, Celeste Grant turned her head slightly to look at them.

’No wonder the disciples from the Bloodfiend Den are confused; anyone would be. This is the treatment reserved for a heroine. She has a protagonist’s halo and is blessed by fortune, things they can’t possibly comprehend.’

She raised her hand to gesture and then spoke. "She probably used some Forbidden Technique. Let her go. Our main objective today was to retrieve Elder Sawyer’s sister’s body. Now that we have it, everything else is a minor issue."

The Demon Cultivators still felt they had failed in their duty.

At that thought, they knelt on one knee and bowed their heads.

"It was our failure of duty that let that person escape. Please punish us, Mrs. Sheffield."

"Yes, it’s all our fault."

"Please punish us, Mrs. Sheffield."

"Punish you for what? Get up. This wasn’t your fault." ’It’s not their fault anyway. It was the World’s Will playing tricks. Otherwise, there’s no way Jocelyn Grant could have slipped away right under all their noses.’

’Mrs. Sheffield is so kind. She’s not even blaming us for this. If this were a bad-tempered master, we would have been whipped by now.’

Celeste Grant gestured with her hand.

"Get up, get up. All of you, get up."

Everyone rose to their feet.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sheffield."

"All right, you’ve all worked hard today." As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a chest of Spirit Stones appeared on the ground. "Take these to buy some wine. It’s on me."

Seeing the chest of Spirit Stones on the ground, the Demon Cultivators were stunned and flattered.