Chapter 147: Chapter 145: Are You Acting As If I Don’t Exist?
He was hoping for the forr. If it was the latter—if their opponent was a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator with malicious intent—then his Jocelyn would definitely be no match for them.
Hearing him speak,
Celeste Grant said, "You just ntioned
a mont ago. Why are you asking who we are now?"
As the saying goes, seeing an enemy makes one’s blood boil.
And just like that, the mont Jocelyn Grant, who was shielded behind Ivan Hawthorne, saw Celeste Grant, she trembled uncontrollably.
She took a step back, the mory of Celeste breaking her bones and digging out her Spirit Root flooding her mind.
"Celeste Grant, it’s you."
"A voice I haven’t heard in a long ti. But really, is that all you ever say? Can’t you co up with a new line?"
Celeste Grant smiled at Jocelyn Grant and gave her a little wave. "What a coincidence, we et again. As they say, fate brings people together no matter how far apart. Not bad, I see you’ve rebuilt your Spirit Root and restored your cultivation. When it cos to being unkillable, I have to hand it to you. You’re in a league of your own."
Jocelyn Grant stared at Celeste Grant, her hands trembling with rage.
’Why? How could she have suffered so miserably at her hands, while Celeste only seed to live better and better over the years?’
"Celeste Grant, after everything you did to , how dare you show your face here!"
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile and shot her a look. "My legs are attached to . Do I need to report my whereabouts to you now? Don’t overstep. As for you... tsk, tsk. You seem to have done quite well for yourself these past few years." Her gaze shifted to the man beside Jocelyn Grant. "Is this your new man? Or should I say, you’ve replaced your man again."
Jocelyn panicked.
"Brother Hawthorne, don’t listen to her lies! I love you."
Celeste Grant smilingly finished for her, "You also love Brother Young, Brother Quinn, Brother Stowe, and your Brother Milo, hahahaha!" ’And there are many more,’ she thought. ’I wonder when they’ll show up. I’d love to kill them one by one as they appear.’
Ivan Hawthorne’s expression froze. ’No, that’s impossible. Jocelyn is too pure to do sothing like that.’ Thinking this, he pointed at Celeste Grant.
"Stop trying to sow discord! Jocelyn is kind-hearted. You people just misunderstand her because she’s nice to everyone. Jocelyn only has room in her heart for ."
As he spoke, he sized up Celeste Grant.
"So you’re Jocelyn’s cousin. An enchantress like you, who cavorts with Demon Cultivators and has fallen to the Demonic Path—you think I’d believe a word you say?"
Celeste Grant held up her hands.
"Fine. Why does no one believe the truth when they hear it? Ah, whatever. You n enjoy the excitent, anyway. I guess you get a thrill out of being cheated on. It’s understandable."
Ivan Hawthorne was furious.
"Shut up! Who likes being cheated on?! Don’t you dare slander Jocelyn like that! You’re the one who dug out her Spirit Root, destroyed her cultivation, and wounded her so grievously. If I hadn’t found her back then, Jocelyn would be dead by now! A vicious woman like you deserves to die. I hadn’t even co looking for you to take revenge, and yet you’ve delivered yourself right to my doorstep."
The mont the words left his mouth,
he was sent flying by a powerful slap. His body flew in an arc, crashing into a cliff face more than ten ters away. The instantaneous impact caused that section of the cliff to collapse with a thunderous roar, burying him completely.
The one who had struck was Javier Sinclair. His expression was frigid, his eyes radiating a bone-chilling cold.
Javier Sinclair sneered.
"What kind of creature dares to run his mouth in my presence? If you don’t know how to talk, then don’t talk at all."
’To call the mother of my child vicious right in front of ? And wish for her death? Do they think I’m already dead?’
’Why are there so many idiots around these days?’
Jocelyn Grant watched the man go flying, her mind blank for a mont.
’How could this be happening again? Why is it that every man she finds gets completely overpowered by Celeste Grant’s man? Every single one of them.’
’Celeste Grant is only able to act this way because she has a powerhouse like Javier Sinclair by her side. Without him, she’s nothing!’
Snapping back to her senses, Jocelyn Grant flew straight toward where Ivan Hawthorne had landed.
"Brother Hawthorne."
"Say sothing!"
"Don’t scare ! I can’t lose you! *Sob*..."
With a look of frantic desperation, Jocelyn Grant began to dig at the stones with her bare hands.
"Brother Hawthorne... where are you?"
Seeing this,
both Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair were speechless.
It was Javier Sinclair who finally spoke. "Is she really... all there?"
Celeste Grant’s lip twitched. "Calm down. This is the stuff of romance novels; it’s beyond your comprehension. Here we have a perfectly capable Golden Core Stage Cultivator who, instead of using his cultivation or Magic, is digging through rocks with his bare hands. That, my friend, is love. It’s so moving, truly so moving. I’m about to cry from how touched I am."
Javier Sinclair placed a hand on her head. "Your brain is perfectly fine as it is. Don’t you ever end up like her. Otherwise, I might not be able to resist twisting that head of yours off and replacing it with a normal one."
"Hahaha."
Celeste Grant laughed and slapped his hand away. "Don’t be ridiculous. Who’d want a brain like hers? You have to be ridiculously thick-skinned to be a protagonist; not just anyone can do it."
Javier Sinclair felt like he was starting to understand. Jocelyn Grant certainly wasn’t like a normal person. After all, she was the first person to die by his hand so many tis and still keep on living.
「anwhile.」
Ivan Hawthorne had already flown out from the rubble. He clutched his chest and coughed up blood, then coughed up so more.
Seeing him injured and coughing up blood, tears stread down Jocelyn Grant’s face. She rushed forward to support him. "Brother Hawthorne, are you okay? Please don’t scare ! How are you?"
"I’m fine, Jocelyn. Don’t cry."
As he spoke, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, this ti spitting it directly onto Jocelyn Grant’s clothes.
At the sight of this, Jocelyn Grant’s expression stiffened, and a flash of disgust crossed her mind.
’Forget it,’ she thought. ’Brother Hawthorne is more important.’
Ivan Hawthorne pulled Jocelyn Grant behind him, his eyes fixed warily on Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant.
"Jocelyn, go! I’ll hold them off."
Jocelyn Grant shook her head, grabbing Ivan Hawthorne’s clothes. "No, Brother Hawthorne, I won’t leave you. If we’re going, we go together."
"Jocelyn."
’Jocelyn really does love
most of all.’
She didn’t abandon him even when facing such a powerful foe. He was deeply moved. "As long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you."
"Brother Hawthorne, you’re so good to ."
Celeste Grant: "..."
’It’s co to this, and instead of trying to escape, these two are still here acting out so cliché, over-the-top romance drama.’
’Are they treating the three of us like we’re just air? Or background props? Are we villains supposed to wait for them to finish their scene before we attack, just like in the stories? Or maybe we should give them a heads-up before we use our ultimate move?’
’Yeah, right. In their dreams.’
Celeste Grant sneered and held out her hand.
"Primordial Sword."
she called out.
The sword that was usually pinned in her hair like a re ornant instantly flew out, landing in her hand and returning to its true form. The blade emanated a frosty aura and let out a low hum.
When not in use, she wore the sword, scabbard and all, as a pin in her hair. Only when she intended to use it would it be unsheathed.
"Are you two still yapping over there? Are you acting like I don’t exist? Just go die already, the both of you! You’re an eyesore."
She channeled her cultivation into the blade.
With a wave of her hand, Celeste Grant sent a strike toward them. The sword let out a crisp ring, and the air instantly chilled wherever the Sword Qi passed.
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