Chapter 139: Chapter 137: An Early Encounter, A Chance to Kill
That’s right. In the book, near the finale, the female side character’s Spirit Root was dug out and transplanted into him.
In other words, by that logic, the female side character in the book had her Spirit Root dug out twice. Once when she was a child, without her knowledge, and again at the book’s finale.
’So the female side character’s life just doesn’t matter?’
As the female side character, she was destined to be a human sacrifice and a stepping stone on the protagonist’s path of Cultivation. No wonder the original owner of this body was willing to sacrifice herself to The Demon God just to set this world right and make the protagonist pay the price.
Even Celeste Grant had to admit, the girl’s life was just plain tragic.
Now that she’d transmigrated into this world, if she gave up on fighting her fate, her end would undoubtedly be the sa as the book’s side character—death.
At this thought, she smiled.
But an icy indifference filled her eyes.
’What a small world for enemies! Since we’ve t early, I might as well take him out if I can.’
Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over the approaching venomous creatures, and she ceased to restrain her aura.
The mont she released her aura, everyone present dropped stiffly to their knees, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.
They felt an imnse weight crushing their bodies, a pressure so intense it forced them to vomit green blood. As for the venomous Hex-bugs that had been closing in, they froze upon sensing Celeste Grant’s terrifying aura, trembling uncontrollably.
"This..."
"How is this possible?"
At that mont, the bodies of The Hexed kneeling on the ground trembled instinctively as they vomited blood. Forget resisting—they couldn’t even manage to stand.
Because they had refined their bodies into those of The Hexed, their blood now ran green. They could no longer be considered human. They hadn’t sensed any frightening aura from the duo before, but in this mont, all they felt was pure terror.
Celeste Grant glanced down at them.
"Well now, what’s all this? Why is everyone on their knees?"
"Oh, that’s right. Weren’t you all saying you were going to get rough with ? Co on... tell
more. How exactly were you planning on doing that? I’d love to learn. You’ll make for so excellent practice."
They were now completely immobile.
’They desperately wanted to slap their own faces.’
’They’d been reckless. This was a huge mistake!’
In that instant, they hurriedly begged for rcy.
"Immortal... spare us."
"We... we were just... just kidding."
"Spare us, Immortal."
They continued to vomit blood as they spoke, and within monts, so of them collapsed, unable to bear the pressure any longer.
"I’ve heard The Hexed are immortal, and I’m quite curious. I’d like to conduct a little research on you all. Would you be willing to consent?"
’How reasonable of , to even bother asking for their opinion.’
"No, no..."
They shook their heads.
The Hexed could live for a long ti, but they weren’t truly unkillable. If they bled out completely, only an empty shell would remain, slowly decaying into a skeleton. They had transford themselves into The Hexed in pursuit of eternal life, only to find it was no true Longevity Technique.
Even Cultivators could be killed by more powerful Cultivators, let alone them.
At this mont, they were filled with profound regret. They had assud the duo were rely two low-level cultivators. Desperate to escape this place, they had taken a gamble, hoping they could use their Poisonous Insect Technique to control them.
But now, they understood with painful clarity that to a true Cultivator, they were no different from ants on the roadside, easily crushed without a second thought.
anwhile, the person hiding in the shadows saw that things had gone wrong and tried to run.
But Celeste Grant wasn’t about to give him that chance.
’So it’s him.’
Timothy Ford.
"Get out here."
As she spoke, her Divine Sense locked onto Timothy Ford in his hiding spot. Celeste Grant extended a hand, and an invisible force dragged him out, slamming him so hard into the ground that he created a small crater.
Timothy Ford landed headfirst in the crater, his legs flailing in the air. Stuck upside down, he looked rather comical, like a kicking frog.
Over the past two days, all the others had revealed themselves to her. Only he had remained hidden, waiting for an opportunity, thinking she was oblivious.
She had noticed him the very day she arrived.
"Ugh~"
A pained groan echoed from the crater, followed by a weak voice. "It’s a misunderstanding! You can’t kill ! I’m the Sixth Prince of the Grandridge Dynasty. I’m not with them!"
"I didn’t give you permission to speak. Just stay put," she said. With a wave of her hand, magic enveloped the man in the crater, trapping him. He could no longer speak and was forced to maintain his head-down posture.
’ssing with the heroine’s man, killing the heroine’s man... it’s all the sa as bullying the heroine herself. Her good fortune is bound to take a hit.’
"I’ll deal with *you* in a minute."
This scene terrified the kneeling Hexed even more.
"Immortal, spare us!"
"We won’t dare again..."
Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over them. "You won’t dare again? And I’m supposed to just let you go? I’m not the type to repay evil with kindness. Besides, are you even human? The people who originally lived here... you killed them, didn’t you? You’re all rotten to the core. You’re a bunch of garbage even Demon Cultivators would turn their noses up at."
Javier Sinclair stood quietly to the side, watching her do as she pleased.
’As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.’
’If she wasn’t, he’d just burn this place to the ground.’
"No, no... We didn’t kill anyone."
"You’ve misunderstood, Immortal."
"We’ve always lived here... We are the original inhabitants."
They were still trying to lie their way out of it.
Hearing this, Javier Sinclair, who had been standing to the side, let out a cold laugh.
"That’s not what *they* say."
The array in Silverstream Valley had its defenses triggered by the intrusion of outsiders. Because of that, the array strengthened itself when these people arrived.
As a result, while the array protected this place, it also trapped everyone inside. This ans that after the inhabitants died, their soul bodies couldn’t move on to be reincarnated. They could only remain trapped here until they eventually dissipated.
Hearing his words, Celeste Grant understood.
"The Exalted One," she said, "don’t you know that Soul Summoning Skill? How about we call out the forr residents and have so fun?"
Javier Sinclair nodded.
"Of course."
He perford a magical gesture, and with a wave of his hand, a chilling wind filled the air, carrying with it the wails of aggrieved souls.
Countless shadows drifted over. A mont later, they solidified into corporeal forms, revealing hundreds of people all kneeling together.
"Immortal."
"It’s an Immortal!"
"Immortal, please grant us justice!"
"It was this group right here! Back then, we saw that they were gravely injured, so we took them in and saved them. We never imagined they would discover that our clan possessed a Poisonous Insect Technique to beco one of The Hexed and achieve immortality. They turned on us and slaughtered us all! They violated our wives and daughters and then killed them without rcy! Please, Immortal, grant us justice!"
Celeste Grant withdrew her aura. The kneeling n could finally move again, but now, they were too terrified to even twitch.
The Hexed, still kneeling on the ground, stared at the figures that had suddenly materialized.
These faces were not unfamiliar. As they looked upon the people who had been dead for nearly two hundred years, now standing right before them, the faces of The Hexed twisted in terror.
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