Pregnant Cultivator, Chapter 101 - 99: Feels Like I Just Took a Nap and My Son Is

Chapter 101: Chapter 99: Feels Like I Just Took a Nap and My Son Is Already 8

Javier Sinclair seized upon the key point. "So, as long as her luck hasn’t run out, she can’t die. Even if she does, she’ll just co back to life."

This was certainly a year for strange occurrences, more so than any other.

Celeste Grant nodded.

"That’s more or less it."

Javier Sinclair said, "Well, I’ll be. In the hundreds of years I’ve lived, I’ve never seen anything like it."

Celeste Grant’s gaze fell upon Jocelyn Grant.

She had already passed out from excessive blood loss.

"I said I would let her go, and I will."

With that thought, she flashed a sinister smile. "Nerida, throw her to the ends of the earth for . She’s bad luck just to look at."

Nerida nodded.

"Yes, Madam."

She extended a hand, channeling her Cultivation. Jocelyn Grant was ripped from the ground, and with a flick of Nerida’s wrist, she was sent flying.

"Off you go," Nerida said.

The next mont,

like a shooting star, she streaked across the sky.

Jocelyn Grant vanished in an instant, leaving no trace. As for where she might have landed, who could say? With Nerida’s level of Cultivation, that single toss must have sent her an incredible distance—truly to the ends of the earth. Under normal circumstances, with her Cultivation destroyed and her Spirit Root ripped out, it would be impossible for her to return to the Sect in under eight or ten years.

But that was for ordinary people. Jocelyn Grant was the heroine, after all. Celeste Grant was certain she’d just be found and rescued by another man.

’In this trashy Cultivation novel, Jocelyn Grant has nine different n. Who’s going to show up next? I’m actually a little excited to see.’

’Anyway, I’ll just kill them as they co. And while I’m at it, I can use Jocelyn Grant to snatch a few opportunities for myself.’

’This is what makes Cultivation so satisfying!’

With the half-dead Jocelyn Grant gone, Celeste Grant’s gaze finally turned to the Spirit Root floating above her head.

’What should I do with this Spirit Root?’

’I don’t need it anymore. For one, Jocelyn Grant used it, which is frankly disgusting. Besides, I already have a new Spirit Root, and my attributes have changed. I have no use for this Ice Attribute Spirit Root anymore. My son, on the other hand, has an Ice Attribute Spirit Root. I could save it for him to absorb later to improve his Cultivation.’

’Oh well, I’ll just put it away for now and worry about it later.’

At this thought, she reached out. The Spirit Root floating before her slowly descended into her palm. The very instant her fingers touched the Spirit Root, space itself seed to freeze.

Ti stood still.

Everyone seed to be frozen in place. Even the leaves falling from a nearby tree hung suspended in the air.

Celeste Grant was stunned.

’Jocelyn Grant isn’t dead, so why has the world frozen again?’

"What... what’s going on?"

she murmured.

She looked around. This ti, even Javier Sinclair was motionless. It felt as if the entire world had gone silent, leaving her the only living being.

Just as she furrowed her brow, wondering what was happening, she heard a voice.

"Thank you."

The voice was sowhat familiar, seeming to emanate from the very world around her, and it was filled with relief and joy. At the sa ti, a figure appeared before her.

’Is that... ?’

’Like looking in a mirror?’

No, they weren’t exactly the sa. The woman before her wore green robes, her hair held in place by a golden hairpin. Her expression was formidable, warning others not to cross her. But she had no physical body; she was transparent. A single word surfaced in Celeste Grant’s mind.

WISP!!!!

The mont she saw her, Celeste knew who it was. She looked at the figure and asked, "It’s you?"

The figure nodded slightly and smiled at her.

"It’s . Hello, sister."

"You’re truly incredible," she said.

"I’ve watched you crush Jocelyn Grant under your heel ti and ti again. And today, you destroyed her Cultivation and ripped out her Spirit Root. I’m so, so happy."

As she spoke, her expression twisted with rage. "That little bitch, she finally got what was coming to her! HAHAHA! She deserves to die! And all her n, they all deserve to die too! They’re not normal. They’re sick in the head."

As she said this, two trails of bloody tears stread down her face.

"My parents, my child... they were so innocent. And ... I don’t even know what I did wrong to have to go through all that. This world is sick. Please, I’m counting on you to end it. Bring justice back to this world."

"I’m already dead. I’m just a trace of lingering will that remained in this world. As I was dying, I used a Forbidden Technique I found in a Secret Realm to offer myself to the Demon God. In exchange, I asked that this world could beco normal again, and that my parents could be safe. And I finally did it! HAHAHA! You ca, sister. Do you know? My entire life was darkness, without a single ray of light. You were my only salvation."

Celeste Grant, knowing her story, understood. The original owner of this body was a truly pitiable soul.

Even Celeste found it hard to bear.

She wasn’t repulsed by the terrifying sight of the wisp’s bloody tears. Instead, she reached out as if to comfortingly pat her on the head, even though her hand passed right through.

The wisp leaned into her touch like a small child.

As a forr materialist, Celeste Grant was surprisingly calm watching a wisp cry tears of blood. This was the Cultivation World, after all. For mbers of the Demonic Sects, what was a little soul-refining?

The original owner, still weeping bloody tears, continued, "I don’t know who you are, but I’m so glad you ca to this world. I think the Demon God must have answered my plea and sent you here."

’So, everything is connected after all.’

"So, can you survive?"

The wisp just smiled.

"Perhaps."

She didn’t know the answer herself.

"Sister, please take care of my parents for ."

With those words, she gave Celeste a deep bow. Then, her form dissolved into motes of light and scattered, her presence vanishing from the world completely.

Celeste Grant reached out, her heart aching with a sudden sadness.

She knew the body’s original owner was long gone, to who knows where. What she had just seen was rely the last trace of her lingering will in this world.

’The vicious villainess? No. This was a woman who, despite being trapped in darkness, still held the world in her heart.’

"My sister," Celeste whispered, "wherever you are, I hope you have a wonderful next life. May you be fabulously rich and stunningly beautiful, and may everything go smoothly for you in peace and happiness."

"Don’t you worry. As long as I’m here, our parents will be fine. And as for Jocelyn Grant and her cohorts... your enemies are my enemies. I won’t let a single one of them get away."

At that mont, Celeste Grant had no idea.

She was currently in a state of epiphany, completely oblivious to the outside world.

In the outside world, many years had already passed.

The mont she had entered that state of epiphany, ti had resud its flow, and Javier Sinclair had taken her back to the Bloodfiend Den.

In the Cultivation World, a sudden epiphany is a fortuitous event granted by the Heavenly Dao. It’s normal for one to last three to five days, ten days to half a month, or even a year or two. But an epiphany that lasted for many years like hers? Even Javier Sinclair had never seen anything like it.

「Within Celeste Grant’s bedchamber in the Bloodfiend Den, deep in the territory of the Demonic Sects.」

She lay quietly on the bed, her complexion rosy and healthy.

Crouched by the bedside was a little boy. He rested his arms on the edge of the bed, cupping his face in his hands as he gazed at the woman sleeping there.

"Mommy, I’ve co to see you," he said, a cheeky grin on his face. "Wow, you’re just as beautiful as ever today."

’Who’s speaking?’