Chapter 107: Chapter 105: Young Master, Why Don’t You Reconsider? (2)
Nerida’s face imdiately grew wary.
She took a step back.
"Young Master, perhaps you should reconsider?"
Aaron Sinclair gave a sly smile. "Aunt Nerida, look how nervous you are. I never said I refined them myself."
Nerida patted her chest. "Oh my god, you scared
to death."
The Young Master was just too much of a nace when it ca to Alchemy; she was practically traumatized. Her Spirit Beast, Wuwu, was still bald and had only just started to grow a bit of fuzz back a few days ago.
"A while ago, I ’found’ a batch of Elixir Pills. They’re not bad. I’ll have them distributed to the disciples later to help them improve their strength."
Nerida looked at him.
"’Found’?"
Her face was a picture of disbelief.
’It’s more likely he took them from soone else,’ she thought. ’So who was the unlucky fool who crossed the Young Master? Don’t be fooled by his well-behaved, harmless appearance. When it cos to being sharp-witted, I think even the two Exalted Ones can’t compare to him.’
Aaron Sinclair: "Sothing like that."
The corner of Nerida’s mouth twitched.
’Sothing like that ans not like that at all!’
Celeste Grant stood to the side, watching Nerida’s reaction. She knew then that her son wasn’t as well-behaved as he appeared.
That night, the Bloodfiend Den was a scene of wild revelry, and fireworks lit up the sky all night long.
The only thing missing was a DJ to get everyone dancing.
Once everyone had had a few drinks, Elder Lawson stood up, raised his cup, and asked,
"My Lady, when will you and The Exalted One hold your union ceremony? We want to drink to your wedding! In The Mortal Realm, when two people are together, they get married."
In The Mortal Realm, getting together involved the Three Letters and Six Rites, a phoenix coronet, and a red wedding gown. But The Cultivation World didn’t have so many mundane rituals; if you loved soone, you just made an oath to the Heavenly Dao and beca Taoist Companions.
At that mont, others began to chi in.
"That’s right! The Exalted One, we want to drink to your wedding too!"
Nerida smiled faintly. "Why pick a date when you can just seize the day? Beco Taoist Companions today! You’re practically an old married couple already, don’t be shy."
Seated upon his throne of skulls, Javier Sinclair’s hand, which held his wine cup, paused. He cleared his throat, a blush creeping onto his face.
"Are you all rebelling? What’s the rush?"
Though that’s what he said, his eyes darted toward Celeste Grant.
Javier Sinclair looked calm on the surface, but his mind was already racing.
’For hundreds of years, I’ve focused solely on Cultivation, paying little mind to matters between n and won. I never thought about becoming Taoist Companions with anyone.’
’This woman’s appearance in my life was an accident. It caught
off guard at first, but the outco has been good.’
He was just about to ask her what she wanted.
Celeste Grant glanced sideways, her gaze eting Javier Sinclair’s.
She smiled faintly.
"We’re not in a hurry. Right, Exalted One?"
The mont her words fell, Javier Sinclair’s expression cracked.
"You..."
He was speechless.
’When did I ever say I wasn’t in a hurry?’
Javier Sinclair gripped his cup and downed the wine in one gulp.
’This woman doesn’t want to be with . Is she just toying with
and won’t take responsibility? She even kissed
before. Was it all fake?’
Celeste Grant’s gaze fell on his face. For so reason, she felt he looked incredibly wronged right now.
’Hahahaha.’
’This man is so adorable.’
Celeste Grant couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
She turned to the crowd and said, "To , marriage is a once-in-a-lifeti event with just one person, so it must be approached slowly. I want to fall in love with your Exalted One in a normal way, so we’re not in a hurry. We need to nurture our feelings more. When we do get married, you will all definitely have seats at the main table."
As long as he wasn’t the type to be fickle, she wasn’t against becoming Taoist Companions with him. It was just a matter of ti.
She wasn’t Jocelyn Grant; she couldn’t be with just anyone.
Celeste Grant was very serious about relationships. If she committed to soone, it was for life, and only with that one person.
The clouds in Javier Sinclair’s eyes finally cleared. He waved a hand at the crowd.
"Can’t even drinking shut your mouths? You dare talk about . Look at all of you! Have you found a Taoist Companion? How many Spirit Stones have you saved this year? You can’t even sort your own lives out, and you’re worried about ? Get lost, all of you!"
The Exalted One’s sharp tongue was at it again.
Still, The Exalted One already had a son. Many of them had never even held a woman’s hand. His words really hit where it hurt.
Celeste Grant chuckled softly and addressed the crowd. "Although there are more n among our Bloodfiend Den’s disciples, there are quite a few female cultivators as well. I’ll organize a matchmaking event for you all. If there’s soone you like but you’ve been too shy to say anything, all you have to do is present a flower to the person you admire. If they’re interested, you’ll have made a successful match. But this sort of thing requires mutual consent. If they’re not interested, you can try to win them over, but you absolutely cannot force anyone. We may be Demon Cultivators, but we have standards."
As soon as she said this, the eyes of every man and woman present lit up, finding the idea novel and exciting. The male cultivators’ eyes shone particularly bright.
In truth, their standards for finding a wife weren’t high.
But female cultivators from the outside were terrified of their reputation; just approaching one would scare them off. And the female cultivators from their own Demonic Sects were not to be trifled with, so they didn’t dare make a move for fear of getting beaten up.
’But a fierce wife is fine, as long as she gives us so face in public. It’s good enough just to get a wife these days.’
"My Lady, we’re willing to participate!"
" too!"
"And !"
Javier Sinclair: "..."
He felt that ever since this woman arrived, his Bloodfiend Den was no longer the one he knew.
’Whatever,’ he thought. ’The Bloodfiend Den has no rule against disciples finding Taoist Companions. Let them do as they please.’
That night, the entire Bloodfiend City was bustling with excitent...
...
「At the sa ti.」
Twenty thousand li away, near the Blackrock Mountains, there was a remote village.
In a room, Jocelyn Grant was leaning against the chest of a burly man.
"Ivan, have you gotten your tribe’s Holy Artifact yet? When can I reconstruct my Spirit Root?"
"Soon, Jocelyn. Just wait a little longer."
Jocelyn Grant was getting anxious.
’Wait? He’s telling
to wait again.’
She really didn’t want to wait anymore.
She felt incredibly frustrated.
She even started to suspect that Ivan Hawthorne didn’t trust her, or maybe he didn’t love her at all and had no intention of letting her use the treasure that could reconstruct her Spirit Root.
’It’s all Celeste Grant’s fault. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have fallen this far.’
’Bitch.’
’Once I reconstruct my Spirit Root and go back, I won’t let her off.’
Despite these thoughts, the expression on her face was that of soone who didn’t want to make things difficult for him.
"I’m sorry. I’m just afraid I’ll grow old and won’t be able to stay with you forever. Ivan, I’m so scared."
The woman’s voice choked with sobs as she spoke.
"That won’t happen."
The two people speaking were none other than Jocelyn Grant and Ivan Hawthorne, her current man.
He had found Jocelyn Grant, covered in blood, in a ditch on his way back from a supply run with his tribesn. He was stunned by her beauty the mont he saw her and brought her back with him.
He was glad he had brought her back. Jocelyn was kind-hearted; they had fallen in love, married, and now even had two children.
It was just a pity that Jocelyn had been persecuted by evil people who had dug out her Spirit Root. Although her injuries had healed, she was now just an ordinary person, unable to practice Cultivation.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
That item.
He had to get it.
He *must* get it.
Reviews
All reviews (0)