Chapter 146: Chapter 144: Are They Insane
When Jocelyn Grant arrived at the place where the Divine Artifact had appeared, she surveyed her surroundings.
After the cataclysmic landslides, Silverstream Valley was now a field of ruins. Only on the mountainside were there any remaining signs of buildings.
The area was deserted. A single glance revealed nothing but the poisonous miasma lingering in the air.
Jocelyn Grant stood halfway up the mountain, spreading her Divine Sense to cover the area. Forget the Divine Artifact; she couldn’t even sense its aura. Disbelief washed over her face, and she wondered if she had co to the wrong place. But the earlier commotion had clearly originated from here.
"How can there be nothing? Impossible."
’I clearly sensed it,’ she thought. ’When I was on my way, the jade pendant on my neck was still glowing.’
It was a treasure left to her by her mother, normally invisible. It would only appear and light up when it sensed the aura of another treasure. It had been shining so brightly just a mont ago; how could it have vanished in the blink of an eye?
Just then, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and a wave of dizziness. Though it passed in an instant, she had definitely felt it.
The sensation was strange. She felt as though her luck had taken a downturn.
She also had a feeling that the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasure which had just appeared here should have been hers, but now it was gone—taken by soone else.
"Damn it."
"Who was it? Who stole what was mine?"
The mont she sensed the Divine Artifact’s appearance, she had rushed over, but she had still missed it.
"I was so close."
At that mont, Jocelyn Grant was so furious she started to cry. She even felt that sothing important had been torn away from her. Tears stread from her eyes.
’Who on earth took the Divine Artifact?’
Subconsciously, her thoughts imdiately turned to Celeste Grant.
"It was her."
"It must have been her."
’Only she enjoys stealing my things.’
Thinking of her cousin’s cruel thods, Jocelyn Grant still felt a lingering fear. Her cousin had truly and utterly fallen to The Demonic Path.
’I will always rember what she did to . One day, I’ll make her pay it back a hundred, a thousand tis over.’
Seeing her cry, the man who had co with her walked over, his face etched with heartache. "Jocelyn, why are you crying?"
The man with Jocelyn Grant was Ivan Hawthorne, the Young Clan Leader of the Hawthorne Clan from the nearby Blackrock Mountains.
However, he had already broken ties with his clan.
Jocelyn Grant looked at the man before her.
’Even though I love Brother Young the most,’ she thought, ’this man has been so good to
for so many years. He even broke with his clan for my sake... I know I’ve started to fall for him, too.’
At the thought of Brother Young, a wave of guilt washed over Jocelyn Grant.
’Brother Young will surely understand,’ she reasoned. ’It doesn’t matter who I’m with. He will always be the man I love most. As long as I explain everything clearly, Brother Young will definitely forgive .’
’Then our family won’t have to be separated.’ "Brother Hawthorne, I’m fine," she said. "I was just thinking about my cousin, and it made
sad. How could a perfectly good person like her fall to The Demonic Path and associate with Demon Cultivators?"
Hearing this, Ivan Hawthorne reached out and hugged her.
"My dear Jocelyn, you’re just too kind. Your cousin dug out your Spirit Root and crippled your Cultivation. After she treated you so cruelly, you’re still thinking of her. She’s soone who has already fallen to The Demonic Path..."
Inwardly, Jocelyn Grant hated Celeste Grant to death. She wasn’t considering her cousin at all; she wished she would just drop dead.
Ivan Hawthorne’s heart ached as he watched Jocelyn cry.
’That woman, Celeste Grant... I will kill her and avenge Jocelyn. I’d better not let Jocelyn know about this. She’s so kind, she would definitely stop .’
’My Jocelyn can only cry for .’
’Jocelyn is so beautiful.’
’I really want to hide her away from the world.’
"Jocelyn, don’t cry anymore. Are you trying to make my heart ache to death?" As he spoke, he swept Jocelyn Grant up in his large hands, pressed her against a nearby rock face, and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Brother Hawthorne..."
"Jocelyn."
Ivan Hawthorne was tall and burly, and holding Jocelyn Grant like this only made her seem all the more delicate. The two kissed, lost in their passion.
anwhile, Celeste Grant, who was standing in the air above, was speechless.
’Could they please consider the feelings of an outsider like ? Is this really the right place for that?’
She reached out and covered her son’s eyes.
"Don’t look."
"Hehe, Mother, I rember her. She’s that ungrateful wretch."
He had seen her before at his maternal grandfather’s old ho.
As he spoke, he pointed a finger down toward Jocelyn Grant. The next mont, the rock face above them cracked with a great RUMBLE. Amidst the shaking ground and trembling mountain, the kissing couple was buried by the collapsing stones.
Aaron Sinclair let out a wicked cackle.
"That’s what you get for being so cringey."
Seeing this, Celeste Grant lowered her hand and couldn’t help but laugh.
Down below, the voices of Jocelyn Grant and her man, Ivan Hawthorne, could be heard.
"Brother Hawthorne, save !"
"Jocelyn, don’t be afraid! As long as I’m here, I won’t let you get hurt in the slightest!"
Celeste Grant pressed her fingers to her forehead.
She fell into thought. ’Is this the Xianxia version of "The Rugged Mountain Man and His Pampered Little Wife"?’
’Are they seriously ssed up in the head?’
Her son, standing beside her, had the sa thought.
Aaron Sinclair scratched his head and couldn’t help but remark, "Are those two sick in the head, or is sothing wrong with their brains? How can two Golden Core Stage Cultivators get hurt by falling rocks? What kind of act are they putting on?"
The physical bodies of Golden Core Stage Cultivators were incredibly strong. With the Cultivation of the Golden Core Realm, blasting away an entire mountain with a wave of a hand was no problem at all.
’I just made so rocks fall on them, that’s all. Shouting for help over sothing so trivial... are Golden Core Stage cultivators really this weak?’
Celeste Grant chuckled lightly. "It’s what you call a cliché lodrama. It’s beyond our comprehension."
Javier Sinclair, standing on her other side, nodded slightly. "Indeed, it is beyond comprehension."
He glanced at the cringey woman below, then his gaze shifted to Celeste Grant. ’As expected, looking at my child’s mother is a real eye-cleanser.’
’His child’s mother is much easier on the eyes.’
’There’s no pain until you make a comparison.’
’If the one who’d shown up at his door back then had been the woman down there, he figured he would have been better off staying a lonely bachelor. He wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to literally twist her head off.’
Celeste Grant spoke up. "Co on, let’s go down. We’re old acquaintances. How can we not stop by to say hello?"
As she spoke, the figures of the three instantly arrived in Silverstream Valley, appearing before Jocelyn Grant and Ivan Hawthorne.
Their feet touched the ground, and their forms materialized.
Seeing the sudden appearance of these people, Ivan Hawthorne, still holding Jocelyn Grant, took a step back and set her down.
Ivan Hawthorne shielded Jocelyn Grant with his body.
"Who are you?"
His eyes swept over Celeste Grant, a hint of astonishnt in their depths. He hadn’t expected to find a female cultivator in The Cultivation World even more beautiful than his Jocelyn.
’No, no, how could I think that? This female cultivator is beautiful, yes, but she can’t compare to my Jocelyn in the slightest.’
Ivan Hawthorne was currently sizing up the three newcors, a growing shock in his heart. The child was already at Late-stage Foundation Establishnt—how was that possible? And the female cultivator’s Cultivation was the sa as his own, at the Golden Core Perfection Realm. As for the other man, he couldn’t see through him.
With his level of Cultivation, being unable to discern another’s realm ant one of two things: either they possessed a Magic Treasure that concealed their Cultivation, or their Cultivation was higher than his, making it impossible for him to sense.
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