Chapter 140: Chapter 138: You’d Better Show
Your Abs Too
Witnessing this scene, the people kneeling there cried out in alarm.
"Ghosts..."
"There are ghosts."
"Stay away from us."
’Aren’t these people already dead?’
’Why are they still here?’
So all this ti, they had been living alongside these... things.
Seeing their enemies again, the dead were consud by a bone-deep hatred, their resentful gazes fixed upon them.
So pointed in fury, cursing them.
"You damn villains."
"I’m going to kill you."
"Kill you."
The soul bodies floated up and lunged toward the people on the ground. But they were just the soul bodies of ordinary people who had died. Having never practiced Cultivation, their soul bodies couldn’t even touch their targets. Realizing they couldn’t take revenge themselves, expressions of anguish and helplessness appeared on each of their faces.
"Immortal... we beg you, Immortal, to bring us justice and make these people pay for what they’ve done."
"Yes! Please, Immortal, grant us justice."
After death, they had been trapped here for two hundred years, unable to reincarnate. Now, their soul bodies were extrely weak, with so looking as if they might dissipate at any mont.
Celeste Grant couldn’t bear it.
She brought her fingers together and drew a talisman in the air. The next mont, the talisman illuminated the souls with a flash of light. "I will lend you my Cultivation," she said. "Go and take your own revenge."
As her voice fell, countless soul bodies lunged at their torntors. The mont their hands could finally touch those villains, their faces twisted with grief and fury.
"Die..."
"Give us back our lives, you fiends! We saved you, and you repaid our kindness with betrayal, even violating our wives and daughters! You deserve to die!"
For a ti, the area was filled with a cacophony of wretched screams and the roars of the Malignas.
"AHHH..."
"Agh, it hurts!"
"Help..."
"rcy."
The soul bodies were imbued with Celeste Grant’s Cultivation. Though it was only a sliver, it was more than enough to deal with The Hexed.
Celeste Grant gave them a cold glance.
Exhilarated, the soul bodies quickly tore the souls inhabiting The Hexed to shreds, causing them to dissipate. All that remained of The Hexed were empty husks, which fell stiffly to the ground. Blood trickled from their seven orifices—but since they were no longer normal humans, the blood that flowed was green, a thoroughly unsettling sight.
They had repaid their saviors with betrayal. When they chose to harm others, they should have expected such a fate.
"So they’re dead."
Celeste Grant’s gaze shifted to Javier Sinclair. "Set them on fire," she said.
"Mm."
Javier Sinclair nodded.
With a wave of his hand, a black-red fire swept over the bodies on the ground, instantly incinerating them into fading embers. Not even a speck of ash remained.
"They’re dead."
"We’ve had our revenge. Those damned villains are finally dead."
Now, they could finally rest in peace.
With their resentnt gone, the souls of those who had once lived here returned to their appearance in life. There were old and young, n and won, and even so children.
The souls knelt and bowed deeply to Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant.
"Thank you, our benefactors."
"Immortal, thank you for your imnse kindness."
"Thank you, you two rciful Immortals. We have no way to repay you. In our next lives, we would work like beasts of burden to repay your kindness."
’Being called ’Immortal’ over and over... it just doesn’t sit right.’
Javier Sinclair sneered. "rciful? I am a great Demon Cultivator. You’re calling ** rciful? Are you so eager to die that you want to take a tour of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"
The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.
’Oh, Exalted One.’
’If people don’t call you The Archfiend, you just don’t feel right, do you?’
"Haha, don’t be afraid. His bark is worse than his bite. But it’s true we’re not from any Immortal Sect."
These were all ordinary people who had lived their entire lives in Silverstream Valley; how could they tell the difference between an Immortal and a Demon Cultivator?
’Not Immortals.’
’Then we’ll use a different title.’
"Thank you, milady. And thank you, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
’That feels more like it.’
’But why does it still feel so awkward?’
"You are both good people. May you be a harmonious couple and live a long life together. We wish you happiness and bliss, to be together for all eternity, life after life."
Javier Sinclair raised a slight eyebrow.
’Together for all eternity, life after life.’
’That doesn’t sound bad at all.’
’Guess these people have so sense after all.’
The next mont.
Celeste Grant saw the souls make a gesture with their hands, close their eyes, and begin mumbling sothing in a language she couldn’t understand. Then, she saw golden specks of light drift from their bodies and settle upon her and Javier.
Javier Sinclair glanced down with a look of disdain.
’I’m a Demon Cultivator.’
’What do I need rit Golden Light for?’
Javier Sinclair waved his hand, directing all the rit Golden Light onto Celeste Grant.
Celeste Grant raised her hand. She couldn’t feel any practical effect, but it was said that rit Golden Light could be used to forge a Golden Body, so it was naturally a good thing to have. For those who practiced Cultivation, having the protection of rit could even earn them so favor from the Heavenly Dao.
’Haha, you’re all too kind. It was nothing, really. Co on, the more the rrier.’
’She wasn’t about to complain about having too much.’
Seeing her so happy, a trace of a smile appeared in Javier Sinclair’s eyes.
He traced a red rune in the air with his finger, and with a wave of his hand, it entered the bodies of the souls.
"Go and reincarnate."
Moved, the souls began to wail.
"Thank you, benefactors."
"We can finally leave this place and reincarnate."
’Yes, we’ve t gods,’ they thought. ’We must have.’
"Thank you, thank you both so much."
After bowing in farewell, their figures vanished. With the help of Javier Sinclair’s rune, the soul bodies finally left this place.
Seeing this.
A slight smile touched Celeste Grant’s lips.
She looked at the man beside her.
"You know, Archfiend, you’re actually quite kind. A ’soft-hearted god,’ as they say."
Javier Sinclair blushed at her words, but he put on a tough front.
He flicked his sleeve, placed a hand on his hip, and said coldly, "Kindness? Since when do I possess such a thing?"
Celeste Grant turned, walked toward him, and stared.
She reached out and gently caressed his face. "Well, that’s hard to say. I’ll have to take a closer look to see if there’s any."
Seeing her get close and start teasing him again, Javier Sinclair snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. "If you want a look, then get a good, close look. It’s your lucky day you get to see this face of mine."
’He’s clearly blushing.’
’And he’s still trying to save face.’
Celeste Grant let out a soft laugh.
She patted his shoulder.
"Alright. Once I’m done dealing with the person in that pit, I’ll get up close for a nice, long look." As she spoke, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "And you’d better let
see those abs, too."
’This woman...’
’She has no sha!’
’She’s getting bolder and bolder.’
Even after she left his embrace, Celeste Grant’s words about wanting to see his abs were still ringing in Javier Sinclair’s mind.
He couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips; he couldn’t suppress it at all.
’Heh! Woman, you’re just lusting after my body.’
’He was, however, rather looking forward to it.’
’It seems he really did have a place in her heart.’
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