Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over Jocelyn Grant. She could feel that Jocelyn’s protagonist halo, along with her Power of Fortune, was nearly depleted.

If she had to put a number on it, it had probably dropped from one hundred percent down to about ten.

She could sense The World’s Will surrounding Jocelyn had weakened.

’The World’s Will here isn’t the Heavenly Dao, but the will of the story itself.’

But even though her Power of Fortune was almost gone, a tiny bit could still play a huge role at a critical moment. Just like this time, when she had managed to obtain a Spiritual Medicine like the Earth Heart Flower, a treasure nurtured by heaven and earth.

Therefore, it was imperative to continue suppressing her and whittling away her fortune.

She already had an idea of what to do next.

At this thought, Celeste Grant smiled. She stared at Jocelyn Grant and said in a mild voice, "Jocelyn, didn’t you say I couldn’t understand the ’sincere feelings’ between you and your little paramours? Well, I’ve suddenly had an idea."

Jocelyn Grant sneered. "Celeste Grant, don’t even think about trying to sow discord. Senior Brother and I are truly in love."

Thinking of Sean Lockwood, Jocelyn’s expression softened. She never doubted her Senior Brother’s feelings for her.

Celeste Grant nodded repeatedly. "Mhm, mhm... right, right. You’re sincere with everyone. Your love is the real deal, locked in for eternity. A love to die for."

Her tone shifted as she smiled. "So, it’s time to test that sincerity."

Jocelyn’s expression grew tense.

"Celeste Grant, I suggest you try being a better person. What exactly are you planning to do?"

Celeste smiled faintly. "No need to rush. You and your young man have been separated for three months, haven’t you? I just can’t bear to see true lovers apart. So, I’ll reunite you."

She called out.

"Someone, come."

As soon as Celeste finished speaking, a figure appeared before her.

"My Lady, what are your orders?"

Celeste gestured with her hand. "Go bring her lover here."

The Demon Cultivator subordinate nodded.

"Yes, My Lady."

With that, the figure vanished.

A moment later, the Demon Cultivator reappeared, tossing a male cultivator in tattered clothes and shackles onto the ground.

The man on the ground looked far worse off than Jocelyn. He was beaten so badly his skin was split open, revealing the bone beneath. ’What a truly gratifying sight.’

He was so filthy he looked like a slave dragged out of a fighting pit.

When Jocelyn saw Sean Lockwood, she could hardly recognize him. ’Is this really the same man who was as gentle and refined as jade when they first met under the maple tree?’

"S-Senior Brother?"

Seeing her beloved suffer such torment, Jocelyn felt a pang in her heart as tears streamed down her face. "Senior Brother, how did you end up like this? Does it hurt? How could they be so cruel to you?"

"Jocelyn."

Sean Lockwood saw her then and scrambled to his feet to be by her side. After three months apart, the two embraced. "Jocelyn, are you all right? How are you?"

"I’m fine, Senior Brother. What about you?"

Celeste Grant clapped her hands softly.

"Touching. Truly touching."

"Now *that* is true love."

’That aura.’

’A Nascent Soul Stage female cultivator.’

Sean Lockwood looked at her.

"Who are you?"

’She looks a little familiar.’

He recognized her.

"You’re that Demon’s wife."

Celeste Grant waved her hand dismissively.

"My dear cultivator, there’s a saying: ’careless words bring disaster.’" She held a finger up in front of him, then pointed off into the distance. "Look over there. The ’Demon’ you speak of is quite close, you know. Aren’t you thrilled?"

When Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant were married, the event was broadcast live. Most people in the Cultivation World had seen his face. So, the moment Sean Lockwood saw him, he recognized him instantly.

Celeste added, "You should be happy. Most people don’t even get to see him."

’Happy my ass.’

’I’m scared to death right now.’

The number one Demon Cultivator in the Cultivation World.

The strongest expert in the Eosian continent.

The Blood-Venerate of the Demonic Sects.

A being whose name struck terror into the hearts of both the Immortal and Demonic Paths.

’It’s impossible not to be afraid.’

Not far away, the man sat casually in a Taishi Chair, a wine cup in hand, right there in the middle of the mine. Yet, it felt as if he were seated on a throne of piled skulls. He didn’t leak a single shred of his aura, but the light, casual glance he sent over was so oppressive that Sean couldn’t help but shiver.

He didn’t dare look at Javier Sinclair, so he forced himself to look back at Celeste Grant.

"Your Excellency, there must be some misunderstanding. The Primal Heaven Sect and your Bloodfiend Den have always kept to ourselves."

"No, no, there’s no misunderstanding." She glanced at Jocelyn. "I have a grudge against her. Since you became her Taoist Companion, by extension, that makes you my enemy too."

Sean Lockwood looked at Jocelyn. "I didn’t know about this."

Celeste let out a dry laugh. "It’s not that you didn’t know. You were just holding onto a sliver of hope that you could get away with it. I don’t believe for a second that you were with her and didn’t know she was my enemy."

Jocelyn Grant stepped in front of Sean Lockwood. "Celeste Grant, if you have a problem, direct it at me! This has nothing to do with my Senior Brother. He didn’t know about our issues. Let him go."

As Sean Lockwood watched Jocelyn defend him, he felt nothing but fear.

He had gone from being the lofty, respected Junior Martial Uncle of the Primal Heaven Sect to a miner in this godforsaken pit, and it was all because of Jocelyn Grant.

At this thought, he was filled with regret.

’Was it really a mistake to take her in back then?’

Celeste sneered.

"Let him go? In your dreams."

Anger flashed in Jocelyn’s eyes.

Celeste continued, intent on breaking their composure.

"Oh, by the way, there’s something I think you two should know. Weren’t you wondering why you were so unlucky a while back? How disaster just seemed to fall from the sky when you were minding your own business?"

Realization dawned on Jocelyn.

She glared at Celeste with hatred. "That was you?"

Hearing this, Sean Lockwood felt a chill crawl down his spine. The experiences of the past few months were still vivid in his mind.

He’d known before that there was some friction between Jocelyn and Celeste. He just hadn’t paid it much mind, thinking, ’what kind of real hatred could there be between two women?’ At this moment, however, he regretted it to death. These two were clearly mortal enemies, each wanting the other dead.

’Is it too late for me to sever all ties with Jocelyn?’

Celeste smiled faintly. "That’s right, it was me. I offered a massive bounty and let all those cultivators in the Cultivation World make a fortune. I even have videos of you two now. Want to see?"

Jocelyn was furious.

"Celeste Grant, I knew it was you! How can you be so vicious?"

She was so angry she wished she could kill Celeste.

But with her cultivation unusable, all she could do was claw at the ground in fury.

"Getting angry is useless. Your misery is my happiness."

"Now, let’s discuss what to do with you."

Jocelyn instantly became wary.

She knew Celeste wouldn’t be kind enough to let her go. Saying this meant she was planning to torment them again.

At this thought, she gritted her teeth and said, "Celeste Grant, no matter what tricks you pull, my Senior Brother and I won’t fall for it. You forced me to make a choice before, making me kill Brother Hawthorne with my own hands. That is a pain I will carry forever. Are you trying to pull the same trick again?"

Sean Lockwood’s heart skipped a beat.

’What did I just hear? She personally killed her previous Taoist Companion? The one named Hawthorne, with whom she had two children? If Jocelyn hadn’t said it herself, he would have never known.’

Jocelyn didn’t notice the wary look that had appeared in Sean Lockwood’s eyes as he looked at her.