Chapter 100: Chapter 98: It’s My First Ti Digging Out a Spirit Root, So I’m a Little Out of Practice
Celeste Grant smiled faintly.
Looking at Jocelyn Grant’s terrified face, she spoke gently, a smile on her lips.
"Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt."
She twirled the dagger in her hand as she spoke. "Oh, right. You have to hold still. This is my first ti digging out a Spirit Root, so I’m a little out of practice. If you move, and my hand slips just a little... you might die. We need to cooperate. It’ll be over quickly. I’ll let you go as soon as I’m done."
’See? I’m so nice.’
’I’m even going to let her go!’
"Hehehehe!"
If Celeste hadn’t said anything, it might have been fine. But as soon as she spoke, the color drained from Jocelyn Grant’s face, and she couldn’t stop herself from spitting up another mouthful of blood. "You... you stay away! Don’t co any closer."
Seeing Celeste Grant crouch down in front of her, Jocelyn Grant wanted to run, but her Cultivation was sealed. She couldn’t even pull herself out of the dirt. The pain was so excruciating that an ordinary person would have already passed out.
But she was a Cultivator. Even with broken bones, she wouldn’t die so easily. "Celeste Grant, you can’t do this to ! I’m your cousin! We grew up together, we’re family!"
"Family?" Celeste Grant lightly tapped Jocelyn’s cheek with the flat of the dagger. "What are you talking about? You and I are family? Hmm, that doesn’t sound right. We don’t have the sa mother and father, so how can we be family? Wouldn’t you agree?"
Jocelyn Grant shook her head. "No, no, my father is your third uncle! I’m your cousin. Sister, I was wrong! Please, forgive ! I’ll never do it again. Before... I was just young and foolish."
’If I ever get out of here, I’ll tear this bitch limb from limb. It’s the only way to wash away today’s humiliation.’
"Oh, my. You don’t actually think you’re wrong; you’re just trying to escape. Look at that glare, so fierce. But I just love this look on you—the one that says you hate , you want to kill , but you can’t do a single thing about it. Tell , doesn’t that just infuriate you?"
"The kind are always bullied—I’ve learned that lesson well. Every cause has its effect, and your retribution is . So thank you, Jocelyn Grant, for teaching
that the strong devour the weak. When I’m the one with power, I am the one who is right."
"No... don’t."
"Celeste Grant, you can’t do this... Let
go, I’m begging you! I can’t live without my Spirit Root!"
"Not a chance."
She chuckled softly.
The dagger in her hand plunged into Jocelyn’s chest. She sliced it open and, using Magic, directly carved out the Spirit Root within. An Ice Attribute Spirit Root slowly flew out from her chest, hovering above their heads.
"AHHHH..."
A bloodcurdling scream echoed.
Jocelyn Grant’s broken voice followed.
"No... My Spirit Root... Give it back! Give
back my Spirit Root!"
Blood stained the ground red.
The scene was a little grueso.
Celeste Grant couldn’t be bothered with Jocelyn Grant, who was still half-buried in the dirt. She stood up and stared at the Ice Attribute Spirit Root floating before her.
’This is Jocelyn Grant’s Spirit Root?’
’An Ice Attribute one?’
’It’s identical to the Spirit Root the villainess awakens in the book. How can there be such a coincidence?’
She brought her fingers together and used Magic to sense it. To her surprise, the Ice Attribute Spirit Root floating above her began to vibrate, resonating with her. It was like a whimpering child who had suddenly found its true owner.
Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly.
’Why does it feel like this Spirit Root is my own?’
’No, I should say it belonged to this body’s original owner.’
’No way!’
Celeste Grant’s gaze fell sharply on Jocelyn Grant as a thought took root in her mind. If what she suspected was true, then the so-called "heroine," the "genius," was all a joke. The Spirit Root inside Jocelyn Grant’s body was never hers to begin with.
At this thought, Celeste Grant’s expression turned cold.
"How strange. Isn’t this your Spirit Root? Why is it resonating with , trying to return to my body?"
"Jocelyn Grant, I never thought you were a thief. How did you have the nerve to flaunt your power in front of , calling
trash while you were the genius? Who fed that arrogant vanity of yours? It turns out you’re the real piece of trash who couldn’t cultivate without a Spirit Root."
Jocelyn Grant was already more dead than alive from having her Spirit Root torn out. But her lifelong pride made it impossible to accept that she no longer had one.
"Nonsense... You’re talking nonsense! That’s my Spirit Root!"
’She knows.’
’How could she know?’
Celeste Grant bent down and grabbed her by the throat. "Your Spirit Root? Call out to it. Will it answer? You thief. Was my Spirit Root convenient for you to use?"
"Guh..."
Jocelyn Grant’s eyes rolled back in her head as she was choked.
"Let..."
She grabbed Celeste Grant’s wrist.
Celeste Grant, however, just swung her hand and slapped her a few tis, her face instantly swelling up like a pig’s head.
With her Spirit Root gone, all of Jocelyn Grant’s Cultivation had dissipated. She was now just an ordinary person on the verge of death.
’Now it all makes sense. No wonder the villainess in the book awakened an Ice Spirit Root after giving birth, and her son did as well. It wasn’t that she awakened it after childbirth; it was her original Spirit Root mutating and growing back a second ti.’
’Honestly, even I feel that the villainess had it rough. She was so innocent, yet she was destined to beco a disposable blood bag and cannon fodder on the heroine’s path to Cultivation.’
Now, Celeste Grant was curious.
’When exactly was this body’s original owner’s Spirit Root taken? And how was it done so flawlessly that no one ever found out?’
Hearing Celeste Grant’s words, Javier Sinclair, who was standing to the side, finally understood. No wonder Celeste Grant had been so weak when she’d first sought him out, yet was able to conceive a child with such a high aptitude for a Spirit Root. He had found it strange at the ti.
’So, her Spirit Root had been stolen from her. What kind of Forbidden Technique was this? Even I couldn’t detect it.’
But the mont he thought about what she had been through, Javier Sinclair’s face grew cold.
’Might as well refine her.’
’Leaving her alive is a waste of air.’
He extended his hand, and a banner appeared in it, wreathed in black energy and echoing with the shrieks of resentful souls. The mont it materialized, even Celeste Grant couldn’t help but look up.
She had always heard that he was the world’s number one Demon Cultivator, who wielded the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. This was the first ti she had ever seen it in person. It truly looked nacing, even more malevolent than the skull-inlaid greatsword he usually used.
"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"
Javier Sinclair glanced at her.
"Yes. I’ll toss her inside and refine her. Let you see what it can do."
Celeste Grant was the mother of his child. Just thinking about the kind of life she must have led before made him feel a knot of discomfort in his chest.
Celeste Grant waved her hand.
"No need. I said I’d let her go." She walked over to Javier Sinclair’s side.
Celeste Grant grabbed his arm, leaned in, and whispered, "The Exalted One, don’t waste your energy. If you refine her now, she’ll just respawn in a bit."
’True. Just looking at her is annoying.’
Javier Sinclair put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his brow furrowed slightly. "So what’s the deal with her?"
Celeste Grant whispered, "Just think of it as her having a buff of good fortune. She’s protected by the World’s Will, so she can’t die just yet."
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