Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Of course, among these short dramas were the soapy, comeback-and-face-slapping plots that male Cultivators loved. The more you watched, the more you got hooked.

When the Cultivators in the Cultivation World first started watching these melodramatic shows, they were dismissive, even complaining about the plots as they watched.

"This is ridiculous. This Saul Lane guy is just a good-for-nothing in the Qi Refinement Realm with mediocre talent. After getting kicked out of his Sect, he somehow marries an Immortal Venerable with a high Cultivation as his wife? This plot is insane! Why don’t I ever get this lucky?"

"Let me see... Is this for real? What did that punk Saul Lane do to deserve this? Is he even worthy? This guy’s used up all the dumb luck in the world. Get away from the Immortal Venerable, sister! Let me have a go!"

"So good..."

"This Saul Lane fell into a ten-thousand-zhang-deep abyss and didn’t even die! He even got a heaven-defying Cultivation Technique. All those people who used to look down on him can only look up to him in envy now."

"The Immortal Venerable invited the male lead to her place to cultivate at night... Is this something I should be watching? Damn it, the next episodes are pay-to-watch. This garbage plot that not even a dog would watch, and they still want to charge for it? This is pissing me off!"

Their mouths said that not even a dog would watch it, but their hands moved faster than their brains, clicking to buy.

It was definitely melodramatic, but it was also incredibly addictive.

In just a few short months, Celeste Grant had made a killing off those melodramatic shows, and the Bloodfiend Den’s profits skyrocketed.

All by herself, Celeste Grant had successfully managed to lead the entire Cultivation World’s aesthetic astray.

Everything was going smoothly.

It was autumn, and in many places outside, the leaves had already withered and yellowed, rustling as they fell to the ground.

That night, sweat beaded on Celeste Grant’s forehead as she sat in meditation, cultivating.

She felt herself in a void of darkness, where an unknown power was trying to fix the plot, a power that was trying to expel her.

"You are not from here. You should not have appeared here."

"If it weren’t for you, the plot wouldn’t have become like this."

"Leave at once... This world doesn’t belong to you. I hate you."

"It’s all because of you that my female lead has suffered so much. I will erase you."

A voice was speaking in the darkness, faint and erratic, filled with malice toward her.

Celeste Grant’s Telekinesis remained firm, unmoving.

The force tugged at her, trying to kick her out of this world. ’Heh! I’m already here. Whether I leave is my decision.’ If Celeste Grant didn’t want to go, no one could make her.

Celeste Grant extended her Divine Sense to cover the darkness and spoke with it.

"Who are you?"

The voice replied.

"I am The World’s Will from the book."

Celeste Grant froze.

’The World’s Will?’

’This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing existing.’

Ever since she transmigrated into this world, she had sensed an unknown power that always favored Jocelyn Grant and took her side. She had guessed it was The World’s Will, pushing the plot forward. She just never expected that the book’s World’s Will would actually be a living entity.

’According to normal novel logic, the will of the book is basically the Heavenly Dao. But since this book world has become a real world and given birth to a true Heavenly Dao, does that make the book’s World’s Will redundant? After all, compared to the real Heavenly Dao, it’s nothing.’

Having figured this out, she calmed down.

"This is getting interesting. So you’re the one who’s been favoring Jocelyn Grant all this time."

The voice continued.

"She is the female lead of the book. As The World’s Will, what’s wrong with me favoring her? You, on the other hand, are an outside intruder. It’s bad enough that you came to this world and refused to follow the original plot, but you even went and changed it, opposing the female lead at every turn."

"Do you have any idea what serious consequences will come from you changing the course of the plot like this? They are consequences you cannot afford to bear."

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly and said nonchalantly, "Oh? Do tell. I’d love to know what consequences I supposedly can’t handle."

Perhaps thinking it had intimidated her, the voice continued.

"This is a book world, a world constructed and generated around the female and male leads. Therefore, if the female and male leads die, this world will collapse with them. Then everything here, every person and thing—including you—will cease to exist. Now do you see how terrifying it is?"

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Yes, that is quite terrifying."

She said it faintly.

The World’s Will said, "It’s not too late for you to see the error of your ways. If you don’t want the people of this world to be annihilated because of your ignorance, then please cooperate with me and leave."

Celeste Grant feigned surprise.

"Oh? So you can send me back?"

The World’s Will: "Yes, outsider. I can send you back to your original world. If you are willing, I can send you away right now. You just need your Primordial Spirit to voluntarily leave this body."

Celeste Grant’s identity was recognized by this world’s Heavenly Dao, which accepted her as a native. Therefore, as long as she was unwilling, the book’s World’s Will had no way to drive her out.

"Have you thought it over?"

"Thought it over? Yes, I’ve thought it over, and I’ve decided to stay."

The World’s Will grew exasperated. "You... Why are you so unreasonable?! You still don’t understand the gravity of the situation. Think about your husband, think about your son! Do you want them to vanish from this world because of your existence? As long as you leave, I promise they will all live well."

Celeste Grant wasn’t scared. She just sneered and said, "Trying to scare me? Do I look like someone who’s easily frightened? You said that if the male and female leads die, the *book world* collapses. The key words here are ’book world’. But this place has already become a realm of its own, giving birth to a Heavenly Dao and becoming a real world. So even if the ’book world’ collapses, it won’t have any effect on this place. Am I right?"

The World’s Will: "What... How did you know?"

’Just as I thought.’

’Tch...’

’Amateur.’

’Trying to fool me with such a cheap trick.’

’Only a brainless female lead would fall for that.’

’If this world were truly at risk of collapsing, the Heavenly Dao would surely be more anxious than me. Right now, the world’s Heavenly Dao is perfectly fine and hasn’t given any warnings, which means there’s no problem.’

’If this world were really tied to Jocelyn Grant, the Heavenly Dao would have definitely come out to stop me when I was trying to kill her.’

’It didn’t. Not even once.’

’This just proves that Jocelyn Grant is only the female lead of the book. In the Cultivation World outside of the book’s plot, she’s just someone whose luck is a bit better than everyone else’s.’

’Because this is already a real world, it’s not going to collapse that easily.’

The World’s Will was furious.

"You are an outsider! You shouldn’t exist!"

"If you don’t leave, I will erase you."

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly.

She brought her fingers together before her eyes and called out directly.

"Lord of Providence, help me! There’s a world-threatening *thing* here! It’s trying to kick me out to another world! You have to stand up for me! I may be insignificant, but I live in the world you protect. This World’s Will is trying to expel me without your permission. It clearly has no respect for you, old man. I suspect it has ulterior motives, wanting to usurp your position and become the new Heavenly Dao!"

The World’s Will: "You think the Heavenly Dao is your dad? That it’ll just come when you call?"