Chapter 120: Chapter 118: Wake Up, You Don’t Even Have One Wife
Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators finally glanced at him. One pointed at his own clothes and said, "Are you blind? Take a good look. We’re Demon Cultivators. You want to co to our Sect to thank us? Do you have a death wish? Keh heh heh."
Another Demon Cultivator couldn’t be bothered with him and waved a hand dismissively. "We’re just passing through. Go on, mind your own business."
The general was a bit embarrassed. He looked at the group before him; they clearly wanted nothing to do with him.
He had already guessed they were Demon Cultivators from their attire, but he was still surprised to hear them admit it so openly.
’Just passing through? What a coincidence.’
Regardless, these people had slain the Demonic Beasts and saved the citizens of Solyara today. For that, he owed them a great debt.
At this thought, the general bowed again in thanks.
"I will report this truthfully to Her Majesty the Empress. We will send soone to the Demonic Sects to formally express our gratitude."
Several of the Demon Cultivators grew curious upon hearing that the Emperor of the Solyaran Dynasty was actually a woman.
One of them spoke up, "An Empress? The ruler here is a woman? Shouldn’t she be off getting married and having babies...?"
The mont he spoke, a Demon Cultivator standing not far behind him kicked him in the ass, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Sam Warren, what the hell are you sayin’? What’s wrong with a woman runnin’ things? You lookin’ down on won? The Madam is a woman too!" The man spoke with a thick local accent, which sounded rather comical.
"What’d you kick
for?"
The Demon Cultivator on the ground reached out a hand, feeling utterly wronged, and started to crawl around miserably. "Who said I look down on won? I just wanted to ask if their Empress has found a Taoist Companion yet! If not, maybe she should consider ! What’d you kick
for?"
Hearing this, the other standing Demon Cultivators looked down at him in unison. "You? A big oaf like you? Who’d ever fall for you? Dream on."
He pointed at them.
"Brothers, am I really that bad?"
The others nodded vigorously.
"Yep. You’re not worthy."
"Fuck! You’ve broken my heart! One day, I’m gonna marry three wives!"
The Demon Cultivators all put their hands on their hips and roared with laughter.
"Wake up! You don’t even have one!"
"Fuck! Like any of you have one, either."
He grumbled as he scrambled back to his feet.
He noticed the people in the distance staring right at them. He shot them a vicious glare. "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out."
The onlookers who witnessed this didn’t dare to speak, but they found the scene a little surreal.
’Is this what they call ’utterly depraved’?’ For the first ti, a seed of doubt was planted in their hearts. These Demon Cultivators were certainly fierce, but they didn’t really seem evil.
Just then, Aaron Sinclair and his entourage arrived.
Liam Yardley was thrown down from the sky, smashing into the ground with enough force to create a crater. The impact almost snuffed out the last of his life.
Upon seeing Aaron Sinclair, the disciples of Bloodfury Hall all bowed in unison.
"Young Master."
Aaron Sinclair gestured with a raised hand.
"Once this is done, we’re heading back."
"Yes, sir."
In an instant, his n were by his side, forming a vast, dark mass. Though small in stature, his presence among them was imnse.
Aaron Sinclair’s gaze swept over the crowd below before he casually pointed a finger at Liam Yardley in the crater.
"He is the one responsible for this beast tide. In his greed for a Spiritual dicine deep within the Blackgold Mountains, he deliberately triggered it. Oh, and by the way, he appears to be a disciple of the Azure Sky Sect, one of the Seven Great Celestial Sects. Every grievance has a source, and every debt a debtor. From now on, don’t go pinning the bla for everything on the Demonic Sects."
’Not just anyone is worthy of dying at our hands.’
’He couldn’t do anything about what happened before he was born, but now that he was here, he wouldn’t let them take the fall for things they didn’t do.’
Everyone heard Aaron Sinclair’s words loud and clear. Instantly, all eyes in the crowd below turned to Liam Yardley in the crater.
Because of this one man, so many had died in the beast tide. Countless families had been torn apart and destroyed.
Those who had lost their loved ones charged straight for Liam Yardley.
"Die!"
"You monster! Give
back my husband!"
"Give
back my mother!"
"Give
back my son..."
And just like that, Liam Yardley was turned into a human pincushion by the people of Argent.
In the Cultivation World, even if one’s physical body perishes, there is a chance for rebirth as long as the Primordial Spirit remains. However, the Demon Cultivators had tampered with him; Liam Yardley’s Primordial Spirit was sealed within his body, unable to escape. He couldn’t even flee if he wanted to.
Liam Yardley could only watch, wide-eyed and helpless, as he was hacked to death. He now hated that Little Fiend and Celeste Grant with every fiber of his being.
’Why did it co to this?’
’Where did it all go wrong?’
’My life wasn’t supposed to be like this.’
’Celeste Grant, why don’t you just die? Why wasn’t it you who died?!’
Aaron Sinclair watched this unfold and comnted coolly, "You reap what you sow. He deserves to die."
With a flick of his sleeve, he announced.
"Let’s go."
"Yes, Young Master."
In the next mont, Aaron Sinclair and the disciples of Bloodfury Hall vanished without a trace.
As they watched them depart, the people of Argent bowed low to see them off.
"We respectfully bid you farewell, masters!"
Regardless of their identities, they were the ones who had slain the Demonic Beasts today. They were the reason anyone here was still alive; otherwise, they would have been utterly powerless to resist the beast tide.
"General, this man’s Primordial Spirit is still inside his body."
"So he’s not completely dead yet. Dig him out of there and bring
the Spirit Locking Rope that Her Majesty the Empress bestowed upon . We’ll take his Primordial Spirit to Her Majesty. That damn bastard... letting him die like this is getting off too easy."
"Yes, General!"
...
「anwhile.」
「In the Bloodfiend Den.」
「Celeste Grant’s Residence.」
In the courtyard, a dozen slender and graceful female cultivators were dancing elegantly.
They twirled as if taking flight, seemingly walking on air before spinning back down to the ground.
It had to be said, they were exceptional dancers. Their movents were graceful and their figures elegant, yet their performance was not rely sensual—it possessed a certain heroic flair.
Their figures moved with the ethereal grace of a startled swan, the fluidity of a swimming dragon. When they soared into the air, they were truly flying, and with every step they took, blood-red flowers blood beneath their feet.
It was utterly beautiful!
Nearby, beneath the broad leaves of a plantain tree, Celeste Grant sat in a Taishi Chair, watching with satisfaction.
’To understand King Drazhon, one must beco King Drazhon!’
"So this is the joy of being an idiotic king."
When the dance concluded.
Celeste Grant clapped.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
’Each one as beautiful as a flower.’
’It’s not like those cookie-cutter influencer faces from the future. Each of them is beautiful in her own unique way; no matter which one I look at, she’s a stunner.’
’I’m becoming such a flirt, hahaha,’ Celeste Grant thought.
"You’ve all worked hard these past two days. Go and receive your rewards."
"Thank you, Madam."
In preparation for the grand opening of the Demonic Night Market, Celeste Grant had personally selected a group of female and male cultivators for the opening ceremony performance.
The male Demon Cultivators, who usually dressed in all black, looked devastatingly handso after a change of clothes.
Their job on opening day was to either lean against walls or stroll through the crowd, giving people a stunning, fleeting glimpse of their good looks. Others would strike cool poses on the rooftops, swords slung over their shoulders. Another group was assigned to the entrance to hand out Spirit Stones—one for every guest who arrived.
Celeste Grant had told them that if they did a good job, they might just find themselves a wife.
Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators were incredibly motivated!
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