Chapter 137: Chapter 135: I’ll Use Your Skulls to Step On
The Hexed finally made their move.
A few people were skulking outside, holding a black box.
They could be heard saying:
"We can’t wait any longer, or sothing might go wrong. We’ll plant the Hex-bugs in them tonight. That way, we can control them. We’ll be able to take their blood to feed the Hex-bugs. As long as we eat the Hex-bugs fed with their blood, we can break the curse and leave this place. I’ve checked the ancient texts. Not only will it break the curse, but we’ll also beco immune to the deathly, poisonous miasma outside."
Immortality? No, this was a curse.
A man wasn’t even a man anymore. What was the point of such immortality? And to top it off, they were trapped in this tiny place. Having seen the outside world, how could they be content to remain frogs in a well?
Soone glanced toward the house where Celeste Grant and the others were staying and whispered, "Are the people inside still awake?"
Hearing this, the woman standing next to him shook her head slightly.
"I added Hallucinogenic Fruit to their food. The juice from this fruit can make people fall into a deep sleep. It even works on Cultivators. They won’t be waking up anyti soon."
These people surely had no idea that while this Hallucinogenic Fruit might be sowhat effective on those with low Cultivation, as they claid, to soone with high Cultivation, it was no different from an ordinary fruit.
"Enough nonsense. You go plant the Hex-bugs in them."
"Ms. Lewis, I don’t dare."
"You don’t dare? Back then, when you killed so many people here, I don’t rember you saying you didn’t dare."
"Ms. Lewis, will this really be okay?"
"You cowards. Do you want to stay here for the rest of your lives? If I weren’t so heavy and afraid of making noise, I’d go myself. Do you want to be a man again or not?"
Years ago, they had been blinded by the promise of immortality, murdering for treasure. Only after truly becoming The Hexed did they realize it wasn’t as wonderful as they had imagined. The Hexed could not have descendants or continue their bloodlines. The n, in particular, beca impotent—they could no longer be n.
"It’s all the fault of the Hex-Clan folk who used to live here. They only told us half the story. Otherwise, we never would have thought of killing them for their treasures. So, those people deserved to die."
"Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong. If sothing happens, I’ll take the bla."
Not far away, the two concealed figures were rendered speechless. After murdering for treasure, these people actually felt they had done nothing wrong.
The two hidden figures exchanged a glance, cold smirks appearing on their faces simultaneously.
Javier Sinclair’s arm was around Celeste Grant’s shoulder, his expression cold. He was currently speaking to Celeste with Telekinesis.
"These people are pure evil, no different from Evil Cultivators."
Although Javier Sinclair was a man who could kill without batting an eye, he wasn’t the type to slaughter the innocent indiscriminately. Even the Demon Cultivators under his command wouldn’t kill wantonly, let alone harm ordinary people.
This was the first ti anyone had dared to discuss, right in front of him, how they would bleed him—and a bunch of ordinary people who couldn’t even cultivate, no less. Who gave them the nerve?
’Targeting
is one thing, but they actually want to harm my wife and child. For that alone...’
’These people deserve to die.’
Celeste Grant chuckled softly.
"Look at them, aren’t they bold? The Exalted One, they actually want to control us, drain our blood, and raise Hex-bugs. With your level of Cultivation and your body’s impenetrable defense, you could stand right there and let them hack away with a blade, and they wouldn’t even leave a scratch. So, is this the so-called ’courage of the ignorant’?"
The one going to plant the Hex-bugs was a young man. He tiptoed to the window of the second-floor wooden house.
In the room where Celeste Grant and the others were staying, a hole was poked through the window, and a tube was inserted. Imdiately after, small red insects crawled inside.
Celeste Grant: "And here I was thinking of letting them live a few more days."
’Since they’re asking for death, they can’t bla .’
The pair revealed themselves. Perhaps it was because of their sudden appearance, but the group of people was utterly terrified.
"Y-You... how are you here?"
It was the woman, Ms. Lewis, who reacted the fastest.
"You two Immortals, you haven’t gone to sleep yet. We were just coming to ask if you needed anything."
Javier Sinclair’s cold eyes swept over them as he said frigidly, "We do. We’re short a few skulls to use as footstools. I think yours would be quite suitable."
Those who were caught in his gaze felt as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar. A bone-chilling cold washed over them. ’This man’s eyes are terrifying.’
Celeste Grant, however, turned to look at Javier Sinclair.
’Skulls for footstools.’
’This Archfiend is truly a Demon Cultivator; his ideas are always so... unique.’
’Back then, the first thing he threatened was to twist off my neck and turn my skull into a wine bowl.’
The two exchanged a sinister smile.
Her gaze fell upon the group.
"That’s right. I’d also like to see their skulls, see if they’re any different from others. HEH HEH HEH."
At that mont, the group was finally terrified, their faces paling. The young man still standing by the second-floor window was so frightened that he dropped the box containing the Hex-bugs.
Because of this, the small insects in the box were startled and imdiately backfired, burrowing into his body. A scream rang out as the Hex-bugs devoured him from within. He coughed up copious amounts of green, bloody fluid, but he still didn’t die. Perhaps this was the one benefit of being one of The Hexed—you couldn’t die.
See? Tiny insects aren’t so easy to raise. This is the consequence of improper handling.
These people weren’t true Hex-Clan folk, so their knowledge of raising Hex-bugs was only skin-deep.
Just then, the woman, Ms. Lewis, stepped forward.
"You two Immortals, there must be so misunderstanding. We an no harm."
Celeste Grant pointed at the man who was still spewing green blood. "Is this what you call ’no harm’? I heard everything. You were plotting to plant Hex-bugs in us. And you were going to control us to drain our blood and raise your Hex-bugs. You’re quite skilled at spouting barefaced lies. Immortals? Who told you we were Immortals?"
That left them stunned.
"But... aren’t you a Cultivator?"
Celeste Grant smiled.
"I practice Cultivation, yes, but who ever said that all Cultivators belong to the Immortal Sects? My child’s father is a Demon Cultivator, and my son is a bona fide Second Demon generation. So, by rounding up, I’m a Demon Cultivator too. Let
introduce you. This is my child’s father, Javier Sinclair. You know, the legendary Archfiend who kills without batting an eye, the number one Demon Cultivator in the world who wields the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
She said this with a gentle smile.
"You’re all so lucky. The Blood-Venerate of the Demonic Sects... most people never get to see him, but you all get the honor today. Surprised? Shocked? Don’t you feel privileged? Would you like an autograph? Never mind, you’re not worthy."
Javier Sinclair!!!
At this, their eyes went wide.
In the Immortal and Demonic Paths, who hadn’t heard that na? Even if they didn’t know who Javier Sinclair was, the mont they heard "the world’s number one Demon Cultivator," one title would subconsciously pop into their minds: The Archfiend.
Even the woman, Ms. Lewis, had a grim expression as she took a step back.
"No, that’s impossible."
How could such a major figure possibly co to a place like this? If he really was that Demon Cultivator, how could any of them still be alive?
Although they were just ordinary people, back when they were in the Mortal Realm, they had heard passing Cultivators speak of him—a ruthless man who could single-handedly stand against the Seven Great Celestial Sects. Who wouldn’t fear him?
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