Chapter 159: Chapter 157: A Head Can Be Broken, Blood Can Be Shed, but the Archfiend Cannot Lose Face
High in the sky, thunder rolled as streaks of lightning crackled and brewed within the clouds.
The mont the Array activated, the Heavenly Thunder ca crashing down.
BOOM!
Lightning sizzled across his body.
Javier Sinclair’s tall, slender figure stood suspended in mid-air, encircled by Demonic Qi as Karmic Fire burned around him.
He was dressed in black robes today, his long hair half-tied with a Dragon Pattern Hairpin. As his robes whipped about in the turbulent winds, he truly looked like The Archfiend descending upon the world.
Not far away.
Countless people had their eyes fixed on the scene.
Passing Cultivators also looked up at the sky.
But none of this affected Javier Sinclair in the slightest. He focused all his attention on facing the Heavenly Tribulation.
BOOM!
CRACKLE...
The Heavenly Thunder struck, each bolt stronger than the last, raining down upon him without a shred of rcy.
"Bring it on."
He channeled his Cultivation to resist the Heavenly Tribulation.
At first, the Heavenly Tribulation wasn’t that strong, but halfway through, its power suddenly skyrocketed more than tenfold.
BOOM...
Javier Sinclair reached out and seized the bolt of lightning.
"More..."
The sight...
...made the onlookers’ hearts pound with terror.
Even for Celeste Grant, who stood watching from below, cold sweat trickled down her forehead as her expression changed drastically.
’How did this Heavenly Tribulation suddenly get so strong? Can he make it through? In The Cultivation World, tribulations are perilous. You either succeed or you turn to ash.’
She pressed her palms together and prayed.
"Lord of Providence, please show rcy, show rcy."
Unfortunately, it was no use this ti.
Tribulations for Demon Cultivators were inherently more difficult than for regular Cultivators, and the power of their Heavenly Tribulation was correspondingly greater.
CRACKLE...
BOOM...
The Heavenly Thunder struck again and again.
Javier Sinclair’s clothes were blasted to smithereens. He was lucky he still had his underwear on.
One can lose their head and bleed, but one must never lose face. His Vestnt robe had been destroyed, but his figure was now enveloped in black and red flas, shielding him from prying eyes.
The Heavenly Thunder struck him for the better part of a day, each bolt more vicious than the last.
So this was the Six Nine Thunder Tribulation.
So brutal.
’Hopefully, I won’t have to face a Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation in the future.’
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.
The Heavenly Thunder ceased.
The thunderclouds overhead slowly dissipated, replaced by a dark red afterglow.
Javier Sinclair had successfully passed the tribulation, and the wounds inflicted by the Heavenly Thunder healed in an instant. At the sa ti, blood-red patterns appeared on his forehead and arms.
The Dragon Pattern Hairpin that had bound his hair was a Defensive Magical Artifact, and it had been destroyed by the lightning. Now, his long, inky black hair cascaded silkily over his body.
Javier Sinclair lifted a hand slightly.
The next mont, he was clad in a new set of robes, his figure reappearing before the crowd.
Sensing his aura, everyone from the Bloodfiend Den at the center to the entirety of Bloodfiend City knelt in unison, placing a hand over their heart in salute.
"Congratulations to The Exalted One on your breakthrough in Cultivation."
"May the Bloodfiend Den stand for a thousand generations! May The Blood-Venerate live for eternity!"
Listening to those cringey, over-the-top slogans, Celeste Grant felt a surge of excitent.
Javier Sinclair spoke calmly.
"You are all dismissed."
As he spoke,
he descended slowly from the sky.
With every step, a black and red aura swirled at his feet.
anwhile, Celeste Grant stood on a veranda, looking up at him.
’That waist, those legs, that silky hair, and that devastatingly handso face... It’s like a hot guy from an ani just walked into reality.’
She subconsciously forgot to react.
Celeste Grant had to admit it: he had really nailed the grand entrance.
’He’s drop-dead gorgeous.’
’What was that thumping?’
’It was her heart.’
「In the blink of an eye.」
His figure was already before her.
"Staring like a fool?"
He waved a hand in front of her face.
Celeste Grant snapped out of it and glared at him. "You’re the fool! You think you’re so handso I’d be struck dumb just looking at you?"
Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow, reaching out to pinch her cheek. "No? Then it seems I was mistaken."
Celeste Grant turned her face away.
She grabbed his hand.
"How are you? Are you hurt? That Heavenly Tribulation was so fierce, I was scared just watching."
He tilted his head slightly to look at her. "Worried about ?"
Celeste Grant looked up at him and said, "Of course I was! You’re my child’s father. If sothing happened to you, my son would be fatherless."
Javier Sinclair stared at her.
He reached out, gently took her by the shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace.
"Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to ."
"You’re really okay?"
"Let
see."
She lifted her head from his embrace.
Celeste Grant reached out and began to pull at his robes.
Javier Sinclair didn’t stop her, only saying, "Do I look like I’m not okay?"
Seeing how full of vigor he was, she slapped her forehead lightly. "Look at
being a fool. Injuries from a tribulation heal the mont you break through."
"But still..." Her fingers gently traced his chest. "Father of my child, you’re so toned. Your body is... really nice."
She tilted her head up slightly, her gaze falling on his forehead as she reached out to touch it.
"So your Demon Patterns have appeared. They look pretty unique."
Javier Sinclair lowered his head slightly, indulging her touch. ’Once,’ he thought, ’I believed won were nothing but an obstacle on my path of Cultivation. But now... How quickly I’ve been proven wrong. I take it all back.’
Looking at the gentle face of the woman before him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, lowered his head, and captured her lips in a kiss.
Celeste Grant froze.
"You—mmph..."
His kiss was dominant, leaving no room for refusal, yet it was also incredibly gentle. ’Heavens, I can’t believe it,’ she thought. ’I’m actually sensing gentleness from this Archfiend.’
Perhaps because she was staring at him, Javier Sinclair covered her eyes with his hand, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, "Actually, I am injured."
Celeste Grant paused.
"Huh? You’re injured?"
"Mhm, so internal injuries. A little Dual Cultivation should fix it right up."
Before she could react, he swept her up into his arms. Javier Sinclair vanished with her, appearing an instant later in his private chambers.
’A little Dual Cultivation will fix it?’
Celeste Grant caught on and started to laugh. "You’re so shaless! Just keep pretending. If you wanted , you could have just said so instead of making up stories about being injured."
Javier Sinclair: "Mhm. I want you."
Hearing those three simple words, Celeste Grant stared at him, stunned.
She said reflexively, "My Exalted One, being lovesick will be your ruin. Aren’t you afraid I’ll just take your money and your body, dump you, and run off with your son?"
Javier Sinclair stopped in his tracks.
He gave her a chilling look.
"’Run off’? So, you’re planning on keeping the child and getting rid of the father?"
He lowered his head and nipped her shoulder. Then he said nacingly, "Do you really think you could escape from my grasp? You can forget about running away."
Celeste Grant looked at him.
"So fierce," she teased.
"I can be much fiercer than this," he growled. "What goes through that head of yours all day? It must be because I haven’t been working hard enough that you still have the energy for these thoughts."
He sneered.
He was already carrying her into the bedchamber.
The great doors slamd shut.
Their voices could still be heard from within.
"Calm down, I was just kidding!"
Until at last.
Only cries of "My dear..."
...could be heard faintly drifting from within.
"Still thinking of leaving ?"
"Never, never! My love is right here. How could I ever run away?"
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