Chapter 135: Chapter 133: By My Calculations, This Thing Is Fated to Be Mine
That was Jocelyn Grant’s opportunity, but now, it was hers.
A quick divination of fate confird it: that thing was destined to be hers.
’So what if a villainess like
derails the plot a little? It’s perfectly reasonable. And since this Silverstream Valley has shown up early, I won’t be leaving so much as a single speck of dust behind! HAHAHAHA.’
Hearing that it was a real treasure, Aaron Sinclair’s eyes lit up with a greedy gleam.
He grabbed his mother’s hand. "Then let’s go, quickly."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
’He’d never deprived the brat of anything, but the child had been a little money-grubber from day one. In that respect, he definitely took after his mother.’
"Then let’s go."
Javier Sinclair scooped up his son.
Celeste Grant followed him, and the family of three left the area.
After they left, the Demonic Beasts living there no longer sensed the ferocious child’s aura and finally dared to co out and move about.
The black rain had fallen for a very long ti. It also served to fight poison with poison; for the Demonic Beasts whose eyes had turned red from the toxic gas, the rain restored them to normal. The toxic gas that had perated the area had also dissipated over the last two days.
The three figures streaked through the sky above the mountain range.
At that mont, Aaron Sinclair, held in one of Javier Sinclair’s arms, had his other hand draped over his father’s shoulder, chattering away to Celeste Grant about everything that had happened to him recently.
"...So that’s pretty much what happened. That damn fish just wouldn’t stop chasing . You would’ve thought I’d killed its wife or sothing. Mom, you have no idea how scared I was. I really thought I was a goner. I thought I’d never see you guys again."
Javier Sinclair glanced at him. "Scared? You didn’t look the least bit scared to ."
Hearing his story made Celeste Grant break out in a cold sweat for him. "You need to be more careful from now on. That was terrifying."
Little Aaron Sinclair nodded obediently. "I know, Mom. I’ll be more careful in the future."
"Oh, right. What happened when we were on that video call? The screen suddenly went black. What was going on?"
Aaron Sinclair explained, "Mom, that’s because a giant black snake suddenly shot out of the swamp, and my phone fell in. That snake was at the Early Stage of Golden Core and incredibly fast. It took
a good while to finally kill it."
Celeste Grant: "..."
’This kid. Does he even hear himself talk?’
A kid with only Foundation Establishnt Stage Cultivation had killed a Golden Core Stage Demonic Beast, and he thought it rely "took a good while." Talk about a humblebrag.
Then she heard her son say,
"When it cos down to it, my Cultivation is still too low. I’m going into seclusion as soon as we get back. I’m not coming out until I break through to the Golden Core Stage."
The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched. She herself was still at the Golden Core Stage. She reached out and flicked him on the forehead.
"Son, I’m starting to think you’re mocking . Your own mother is only at the Golden Core Stage right now. You’re just eight years old and already at Late-stage Foundation Establishnt. What more do you want?"
Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair gave a cheeky laugh and scratched his head. "No way! In my heart, you’re the strongest, Mom. Even stronger than Dad. Here’s a finger heart for you."
Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him. "My dear boy, your father is an old monster at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage. I can’t beat him."
Aaron Sinclair’s gaze shifted to his father. "Did you hear that? Mom can’t beat you. You need to do so self-reflection and figure out why."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
’How is this my fault, too?’
"Hahaha..."
"Did you hear him? Why can’t I beat you? You need to do so self-reflection and figure out why."
The corners of Javier Sinclair’s lips tilted up slightly.
"You two, give it a rest."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Celeste Grant. Then, he said coolly, "Celeste Grant, did you just call
an old monster of the Transcendence Tribulation Stage?" ’Isn’t that just another way of saying I’m past my pri?’
Celeste Grant feigned innocence. "Did I say that? Son, did I say that?"
Aaron Sinclair said with a grin, "Daddy, the wind was too loud just now. I didn’t hear what Mom said."
’Truly his own son,’ Javier thought, gritting his teeth. ’Definitely my own flesh and blood.’
"Mom, what kind of place is this Silverstream Valley you ntioned? Is it a Secret Realm?"
Celeste Grant shook her head slightly.
"No, it’s a place completely isolated from the outside world. People live there now. This Silverstream Valley lies at the bottom of a bottomless chasm at the very end of this mountain range. It’s a deep valley."
"A place like that actually exists."
"It does. For generations, Silverstream Valley was ho to the people of the Hex-Clan. They worked from sunrise to sunset. These people spent their lives surrounded by all sorts of poisonous creatures and loved raising Hex-bugs. But they never hard anyone. On the contrary, they were kind-hearted."
"They raise poisonous creatures, too? Are they also Demon Cultivators, then? A bit like us at the Bloodfiend Den."
"They aren’t Cultivators, just ordinary people. But those people are all dead now. The ones living in Silverstream Valley now are intruders. They killed the original inhabitants and refined themselves into the half-living, half-dead Hexed, achieving their so-called immortality."
Aaron Sinclair stroked his chin. "Whoa, that’s seriously evil."
Celeste Grant nodded. "Mm, you can’t even call them human anymore. They’re just monsters in human skin."
Soon, Celeste Grant and the others reached the end of the range and flew down into the chasm.
Halfway down, the bottom was completely obscured by a dense miasma of toxic and deathly qi. Within this deep valley, a complete Array enveloped the entire area, isolating it from the toxic gas.
It was nearly impossible for an ordinary person to leave a place like this. They wouldn’t be able to withstand the toxic gas and would be reduced to a pile of bones, dying a grueso death.
This was also why those people, despite achieving their so-called immortality, could only live at the bottom of the valley.
Soon, the trio arrived in the deep valley.
A single glance revealed skulls and skeletons scattered everywhere. These were the remains of the valley’s inhabitants who had tried to leave, only to be reduced to bone the mont they stepped out.
Aaron Sinclair loved this place.
"Aweso! The toxic gas is so thick, and the Demonic Qi is so pure. To think a great place like this existed. If I’d known sooner, I would’ve co here long ago."
Aaron Sinclair’s figure flashed about, darting all around the valley like a curious child exploring a new playground.
"Mom, can we stay here for a few more days? I want to focus on my Cultivation here."
Celeste Grant nodded. "Alright. We’ll stay here for a while."
She wasn’t in a hurry to leave, anyway.
Since they were already here...
’...I might as well get the treasure before leaving.’ Thinking this, her gaze fell upon the deep valley before them.
She walked straight through the Array and entered Silverstream Valley.
Outside, toxic gas and a deathly aura filled the air, but inside, the sun shone brightly upon lush mountains and clear streams. The two were polar opposites.
Looking at the scene before her, she gave a sinister smile. "Javier Sinclair, I have a job for you."
Javier Sinclair raised a slight eyebrow.
He looked at Celeste Grant and said, "I have sothing to do with this?"
"See this place? The entire area beneath Silverstream Valley is a giant pot—no, a giant tripod. I want you to figure out how to get it out. It’s called the Purple Fire Tripod, and it’s a Divine Artifact. I have no use for it, but it’ll be perfect for our son to use as an Alchemy Furnace. With this tripod, he’ll never have to worry about his furnace exploding again."
This was also the reason why the Array covered the entirety of Silverstream Valley.
HAHAHAHA.
’Jocelyn Grant, your fated opportunity is mine now!’
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