Chapter 155: Chapter 153: That Hot ss Jocelyn Grant Is Thinking of
Again
At these words, so unsettling images involuntarily surfaced in everyone’s minds. In an instant, Jocelyn Grant’s appeal vanished completely in their eyes.
The impact of the images from the mory Stone had simply been too great, and they remained unforgettable to this day.
Jocelyn Grant’s expression changed as she heard them, her focus zeroing in on one crucial detail.
She strode forward, seized the nearest disciple by his robes, and demanded.
"Who did you say died?"
’Was the Senior Brother they just ntioned Brother Young?’
’No, it can’t be. How could it be Brother Young? He’s a Golden Core Cultivator. He couldn’t possibly die so easily.’
The disciple, whose cultivation was not high, couldn’t break free from Jocelyn Grant’s grasp. Sensing the powerful aura radiating from her, his voice grew tense.
"What are you doing? Let go of ."
"Why are you grabbing ? I’m not wrong! Who else could it be? It was Liam Yardley who died."
’Liam Yardley is dead?’
Jocelyn Grant’s mind reeled as if struck by lightning.
She stiffly released her grip and stood frozen in place. "N-No, that’s impossible. What nonsense are you spouting? How could Brother Young possibly die?"
Once she let go, the disciple she had grabbed stumbled back several steps. He said angrily, "Who’s lying to you? Liam Yardley is dead! He died over a month ago."
The Senior Sister of the Azure Sky Sect smiled faintly. "Junior Sister Grant, you haven’t heard, have you? Liam Yardley is no longer the Senior Brother of our Azure Sky Sect. The elders expelled him from the Sect. His Taoist heart was shattered and a Heart Demon was born after he learned you were with other n behind his back. Then, he repeatedly risked his life, venturing into various Secret Realms to find Heaven and Earth Spiritual dicine to save your son. Finally, for his own selfish gains, he lured Demonic Beasts that ended up killing countless people. He was stabbed to death for it. Oh, and a little reminder—I heard that after his body perished, he tried to use a Forbidden Technique to allow his Primordial Spirit to escape. Instead, his Primordial Spirit exploded like a firework and vanished in an instant. Heh, what a pitiful end."
’He got what he deserved.’
’This Senior Sister of the Azure Sky Sect felt absolutely ecstatic. She was sick of those two lunatics putting on an act in front of her, pretending to be good people. Every so often, they’d stage a drama of three n fighting over one woman. But what left her most speechless was that line, "Brother Young, my heart is only for you. I’m just friends with them."’
’As the Senior Sister, she, Yara Thorne, had suffered no small amount of grief from them. They could rot together for all she cared.’
’Honestly, in the years Jocelyn Grant had been gone, she felt like the very air was fresher.’
"He’s dead."
"Brother Young is dead."
Jocelyn Grant never imagined that after rebuilding her Spirit Root and restoring her cultivation, the first thing she would hear upon returning to the Azure Sky Sect to find her Taoist Companion would be such devastating news.
Her body swayed, and she staggered on her feet.
Her sickly son, her dead Taoist Companion, her shattered self. At this mont, Jocelyn Grant stood with trembling hands, her face a mask of bewildernt and helplessness. She looked like she was about to collapse, her expression one of utter sorrow.
"No, I don’t believe it."
"How could Brother Young be dead?"
She looked up at the crowd.
Her voice rose.
"You’re lying to ! You’re lying!"
Tears stread down her face.
"Brother Young... Where are you? Co out! I’m back! Your Jocelyn is back! Co out and see !"
She turned, scanning her surroundings and shouting helplessly. But no one answered her.
Jocelyn Grant still hadn’t recovered from the injuries inflicted by Celeste Grant. Now, having successively experienced the deaths of two Taoist Companions, the blow was too much for her to bear, and she couldn’t stop herself from vomiting blood.
’What kind of fate was this? Why did everyone she loved and who loved her have to leave? Her father was dead, her mother was gone, Brother Milo was dead, Brother Hawthorne was dead, and now even her beloved Brother Young was dead.’
She collapsed to the ground.
"Why? Why are the heavens treating
like this?"
"There must be so misunderstanding. I don’t believe Brother Young would ever harm anyone."
"He must have been frad."
Hearing this, the disciples standing not far from her began to chi in.
"No one frad him. He did it."
"That’s right. The elder already sent people to verify it."
Jocelyn Grant refused to believe it.
She glared at them, her face contorted with rage.
She pushed herself to her feet.
And attacked without another word.
"Shut your mouths! I won’t allow you to speak of Brother Young like that!"
Jocelyn Grant was at the Golden Core Stage, while most of the disciples present were only at the Foundation Establishnt Stage. When she unleashed her fury, her power sent them flying, and many coughed up blood on the spot. A few with weaker cultivation even had their Primordial Spirits shattered, dying instantly. Fortunately, an elder arrived in the nick of ti and revived them with Elixir Pills. Though their lives were saved, their cultivation would likely never advance another inch.
’Yara Thorne was filled with a murderous hatred for her.’
’It was happening all over again.’
’Is this Jocelyn Grant a walking disaster? Wherever she goes, her fellow disciples always get dragged into her sses. The junior brothers and sisters of my Little Cloud Peak have it the worst. Every ti they go to a Secret Realm, they are the ones with the fewest mbers returning.’
"Jocelyn Grant, you’ve hard your fellow sect mbers and injured the disciples of my Little Cloud Peak. I will kill you today!"
Yara Thorne made a circular motion with her hand.
An array pattern materialized behind her.
She too was at the Golden Core Stage, but she specialized in Arrays. Anyone who could beco the Senior Sister of the Sect was certainly not weak.
In a matter of monts, Yara Thorne sent Jocelyn Grant flying. But of course, Jocelyn Grant would not be without a Protective Dharma Treasure.
And just as expected.
When Yara Thorne attacked, caught off guard by the treasure, she was sent flying and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Senior Sister!"
A few junior brothers and sisters rushed over from a short distance away to catch her.
"I’m fine."
"Jocelyn Grant! I’ll kill her today!"
Just then, the elder intervened.
"Both of you, stop this at once!"
’Yara Thorne was livid.’
"Elder, you saw it yourself! Jocelyn Grant used her higher cultivation to attack and injure the disciples of my Little Cloud Peak without cause. With Master away, it is my duty as Senior Sister to stand up and protect them."
"Enough. I will handle this matter. Stand down."
’Yara Thorne despised Jocelyn Grant to her very core.’
She cupped her fists in a salute.
"I ask that the elder seek justice for Little Cloud Peak."
With so many witnesses, Jocelyn Grant could not argue her way out of it. In the end, she was apprehended to await judgnt.
It was only then that a sliver of fear finally crept into her heart. ’I only lashed out because I was blinded by rage after hearing the news of Liam Yardley’s death.’
The Sect Leader also learned of this incident.
When he heard it was Jocelyn Grant, he was absolutely fuming. For years, he had been endlessly mocked by the old-tirs from other Sects whenever he went out.
There was nothing to be done; this disciple of his Azure Sky Sect was simply too infamous. He just couldn’t understand it. She was clearly one of the most talented disciples of the younger generation, yet not only had she failed to bring honor to the Azure Sky Sect, she had done nothing but tarnish its na.
"How audacious! Does she even have any respect for , the Sect Leader?"
"We of the Azure Sky Sect cannot afford such a troublemaking disciple! Expel her from the Sect!"
"Do it now. Imdiately. I want her gone."
"Yes, Sect Leader."
Even the elders below could feel their Sect Leader’s wrath.
「In the Sky-Prison of the Azure Sky Sect.」
Jocelyn Grant was trapped within an Array.
She was still weeping grievously for her two dead Taoist Companions.
"Brother Young, you’re not dead, are you? You can’t be dead. I don’t believe it."
’She truly couldn’t live without him.’
Thinking of her deceased Taoist Companions, Jocelyn Grant’s thoughts inevitably turned to Celeste Grant.
’A deep hatred burned in her eyes.’
"Celeste Grant, I will never let you go!"
anwhile, Celeste Grant, who was standing in a treasure vault directing disciples to store away precious items, couldn’t help but sneeze. She looked at the mountains of various treasures piled up in the vault.
She raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Who’s talking about ?"
’Oh well. I don’t even need to guess to know who it is.’
’It couldn’t be anyone other than that dimwit, Jocelyn Grant.’
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