Chapter 141: Chapter 139: My Ten Thousand Souls Banner Has a Place for You
Celeste Grant turned and walked over to the nearby pit. Timothy Ford’s head and most of his body were still inside, with only his feet sticking out.
’So this is what "planted in the dirt" ans?’
Looking at the man in the pit, Celeste Grant smiled faintly.
"It’s your turn."
She extended her hand.
A long rod materialized in her hand, and she imdiately began poking the man in the pit.
"You thought you could hide in the shadows and harm ? You’ve been spying on
for the past two days, thinking I wouldn’t notice, huh? Go on, hide. I dare you to try hiding again."
She jabbed him.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"AAAAHHH..."
"Poke, poke, I’ll poke you to death!"
The Magic Artifact in her hand jabbed repeatedly at his body, every strike landing true.
’You scumbag. These next few are for this body’s original owner. You all just love using the supporting female character’s Spirit Root, don’t you? Go to hell.’
In the novel, he used the supporting character’s Spirit Root for his Cultivation. He later made a grand return to the Grandridge Dynasty, humiliated his brothers, and beca the Crown Prince. After that, this Timothy Ford served as Emperor for a year before abandoning his nation and its people to squabble jealously with Jocelyn Grant’s other n. Consequently, Grandridge was plunged into more than a decade of civil war over the throne.
’He wasn’t even a competent Emperor, and he was supposed to be one of the male leads.’
But now that she’d transmigrated, the Spirit Root situation had changed. If she wasn’t mistaken, this ant that if she didn’t kill him now, the one whose Spirit Root would be harvested in the future would be her own brother, Charlie Grant.
’The plot is so ridiculous, always needing a substitute. Can’t you get anywhere without soone else’s Spirit Root? Is that how it is?’
"Useless trash. Utter garbage."
’Killing him would be a service to the world.’
Celeste Grant waved her hand.
Timothy Ford, who had been bound by magic, could finally move and speak again. His body was now riddled with several new holes leaking green blood.
He howled in pain.
"Stop! I’m not with them! You can’t kill ."
Timothy Ford assud Celeste Grant wanted to kill him because she’d mistaken him for one of the murderers.
He hurriedly explained, "I really didn’t kill anyone here. The people of Silverstream Valley were murdered by that other group. I wanted to save them, I really did, but I was powerless to stop it. I could only watch helplessly as they died. I was devastated."
Celeste Grant sneered at his words but said nothing.
"Devastated? Do you even believe that yourself?"
According to the novel’s plot, he hadn’t, in fact, killed the original inhabitants, nor had Timothy Ford directly participated in the massacre.
But he was the one who *caused* their deaths, which made him far from innocent.
Timothy Ford was the first to "accidentally" learn from a young woman in Silverstream Valley that the Poisonous Insect Technique could grant long life. He then "accidentally" let this information slip, soone overheard him, and it ultimately led to the tragedy that unfolded here.
’Accidentally let it slip? Celeste Grant didn’t buy that for a second. It was obvious he wanted the Longevity Technique for himself but didn’t want to get his hands dirty.’
"So, you’re just an innocent bystander, is that it? Heh. If you hadn’t leaked the information, would these people have died? No, they wouldn’t. That makes you even more despicable."
Hearing her words, Timothy Ford, still half-buried in the pit, stared wide-eyed and blurted out, "You... how do you know that?"
’No, this is impossible.’
’How could anyone know what I did? No outsiders have co here in almost two hundred years. How could she possibly know?’
"In the Cultivation World, there’s a spell for everything. You think I couldn’t find out what you’ve done if I wanted to? Go to hell. People like you don’t even deserve to breathe the sa air."
Celeste Grant snapped his bones with a jab of her rod, his unending screams filling the air. At the sa ti, she twirled the long rod and gave it a light swing.
The blow sent Timothy Ford flying out of the pit and crashing into a nearby house, causing it to collapse. Then, gathering her Cultivation, she gave a sharp tug, and his body was dragged back toward her, scraping across the ground.
She pinned him to the ground with her foot.
"You... what do you want? Even if I did cause the deaths of the people here, what does that have to do with you?"
"I am the Sixth Prince of the Grandridge Dynasty."
He spat out blood as he spoke.
’This is utterly humiliating.’
’He was once a high and mighty Prince of a Cultivator Dynasty, and now he’d been reduced to this.’
"Oh, listen to you, all high and mighty. A Prince, you say? How impressive."
"You... you’ve gone too far!"
Gazing at the puddle of green blood on the ground...
...Celeste Grant offered a gentle smile.
"Now let’s be clear. Who said this has nothing to do with ? The people here called
their savior. It felt so good to hear, so refreshing. And I’m just a softie. Since they called
their savior, by my reckoning, that makes them my people. So you caused the deaths of my people, which ans I naturally have to avenge them. Wouldn’t you agree?"
Timothy Ford, pinned under her foot, was so enraged he spat up another mouthful of blood.
He was only still alive because he had refined his body into one of The Hexed, making it incredibly durable. A normal person would have died long ago from having so many holes poked in them by Celeste Grant.
Celeste Grant let out a sinister cackle.
"Oh, don’t feel so wronged. Of course, that’s not the only reason."
She held up her hand and, with the solemn air of a fortune teller, pinched her fingers together. "I’ve done a little divination, and it turns out we’re fated to be enemies. My calculations show that in the future, you and your little sweetheart are going to try and harvest my Spirit Root. See? How could I possibly let that happen? Naturally, I have to strike first and kill you off."
"Nonsense... I would never!"
"Oh, yes you will. I say you will, and that’s final. Would I lie about sothing like that?" As she spoke, she whacked him with the rod, knocking his head to one side.
’She’s crazy.’
’This woman is completely insane.’
"Demon Cultivator! You Demon Cultivators are completely unreasonable!"
Celeste Grant kicked him.
"We’re Demon Cultivators. What makes you think we care about being reasonable?"
Javier Sinclair, who had been watching the scene unfold from the sidelines, seized on the key point. He stepped forward to stand beside Celeste Grant, his gaze landing coldly on the man beneath her foot.
"He wants to harvest your Spirit Root?"
’No one was allowed to harm the mother of his child. Even the re thought was unforgivable.’
Celeste Grant nodded.
"Yes, that’s him."
Javier Sinclair’s eyes went cold, and a deathly gaze fell upon Timothy Ford.
’So she foresaw it.’
’Did that an he really would do it in the future?’
His gaze swept over Timothy Ford’s body.
’Damaged Spirit Root, ruined Cultivation.’
’If he wanted to cultivate again, this was indeed the only way.’
’Excellent.’
’How dare he harbor such a thought.’
’Even a future transgression would not be tolerated.’
He reached out, grabbed Celeste Grant’s shoulder, and pulled her to the side.
"Stand aside."
Timothy Ford’s mind was reeling.
’What was she talking about?’
’’Harvest her Spirit Root?’ What was that about?’
’He *had* considered finding a suitable Spirit Root to replace his own, but it was just a thought. He didn’t even know what kind of Spirit Root she possessed, so how could he possibly plan to harvest hers?’
Javier Sinclair knew his thoughts instantly.
"So, you did have the intention of harvesting soone’s Spirit Root."
"You’re courting death."
He extended his hand.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared in his hand.
At this mont, black and red Demonic Qi swirled around Javier Sinclair.
"Today, my Ten Thousand Souls Banner has a place for you."
Seeing the object that appeared in his hand...
Timothy Ford was terrified.
"No, don’t co near ."
’It was the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.’
’He really is Javier Sinclair, the number one Demon Cultivator in the world.’
’Why is he here?’
But no one was there to answer him.
In the next instant, he was sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to be refined.
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