Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

She had already figured out the pattern: one major breakthrough equaled one new flower. She’d gone from finding it completely absurd to being totally unfazed by it now.

Celeste Grant could hide the Spirit Root on her head whenever she wanted, so no one could see it unless she allowed them to.

It actually had its benefits. The ability to bloom meant her Cultivation was getting stronger. Most importantly, Celeste Grant could feel that her Cultivation speed had increased, and she was absorbing Spiritual Energy four times faster than before. In other words, every new flower that bloomed increased her Cultivation speed.

Although she didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, it felt fantastic since there were no side effects so far. ’Thinking about it more closely, this is probably my cheat ability,’ she mused.

She knew it! ’As a transmigrator, how could I not have some kind of special power? So this is what was waiting for me.’

Even though having a head full of flowers was more than a little strange, the moment she thought about how it increased her Cultivation speed, Celeste Grant truly didn’t mind it at all. Her Cultivation was now at the Perfect Nascent Soul Stage, and she just needed the right opportunity to break through.

The Spirit Root slowly retracted into her body, and Celeste Grant finally opened her eyes.

She reached out and stretched her limbs.

"Ah, that feels good. This seclusion was definitely fruitful. My Cultivation has improved."

Of course, the greatest gain was that she had mastered the Wood Element Cultivation Technique, the All Things Rejuvenation Technique, to its peak. From now on, the stronger her Cultivation became, the more powerful this Magic would be when she used it.

’Math. Now *this* is my strong suit.’

Celeste Grant was a little pleased. Her nine years of compulsory education hadn’t gone to waste, after all.

In truth, she didn’t quite understand it herself—how these obscure and difficult Cultivation Methods would transform like this once she processed them. Who knew! As long as it worked for her Cultivation, that was all that mattered.

The cave was very clean, though it would have been better if there wasn’t a pile of a Flood Dragon’s white bones nearby, and if rows upon rows of skulls weren’t on display. The eyes of the skulls seemed to flicker with ghostly flames, casting a gloomy, chilling aura over the entire cave.

This was Javier Sinclair’s personal cultivation grotto, so Celeste Grant wasn’t the least bit surprised that he had decorated it like this.

Still, she couldn’t help but make a snarky comment.

"What in the world is this man’s aesthetic? Does he think this looks good? How is any of this good-looking?"

A normal person would surely find it terrifying, but other Cultivators wouldn’t think much of it. As for the skulls, they weren’t real; they were just carved from thousand-year-old spiritual wood.

According to Nerida, Javier Sinclair had shown great potential for woodworking ever since he was a child. That’s right—these were all his childhood masterpieces. He probably put them here because he thought they were perfect.

This was evident from the time he built a crib for their son.

If anyone who didn’t know the situation were to barge in here, they might think he really had a twisted hobby of collecting Cultivators’ skulls.

So, it was no wonder Javier Sinclair had been single for centuries without a single romantic scandal to his name. After all, what female cultivator would have the guts to pursue him? She was probably the only one who had been reckless enough to grab hold of him back then.

Celeste Grant got up and walked over to where the skulls were displayed. She picked one up and examined it before her eyes.

"It certainly has artistic value. I have to say, this is a little *too* realistic."

She tapped it with her finger.

’So hard.’

Thousand-year-old spiritual wood—it was all excellent material for Artifact Refining.

’And he used it to make skulls. I’m speechless.’

A wisp of black energy drifted past her.

The next moment, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind. Even without turning, she knew from his aura that it was Javier Sinclair.

Javier Sinclair hugged Celeste Grant from behind, bending down slightly to rest his head on her shoulder. "You like this? I made it when I was a child. What do you think, isn’t it nice? If you like them, I’ll give them to you. You can take as many as you want."

If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t have given a single one away.

The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched, and she put the skull back. "No, no. I think my sense of style is still relatively normal. You should keep these skulls for your own enjoyment."

Celeste Grant gently poked his arm with two fingers and asked, "By the way, what brings you here?"

Javier Sinclair said softly, "I sensed that your Cultivation session had ended, so I came to see you."

He then lowered his voice and added one more thing.

"I missed you."

Before Celeste Grant could react, he used his fingers to turn her face toward him and kissed her directly on the lips.

’The Archfiend has gotten so smooth now.’

Celeste Grant turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two embraced in a deep kiss, which continued until he lifted her up and sat her down on the shelf where the skulls were displayed.

"I don’t think this is the right place..."

"Darling, you don’t miss me."

"That’s not it... Mmph..."

After the kiss ended.

He stared at her intently.

As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

In truth, Celeste Grant had been missing his abs a little, too.

Her fingers hooked his sash... Her hand slid lightly upward. Through his robes, her fingers gently traced their way to his chest. "My dear husband~ I actually missed you quite a bit, too."

His breathing grew heavy, his gaze deepening as he looked at her, his eyes filled with profound love for her.

"Celeste."

The sound of him saying her name was low and sultry.

’So nice to listen to.’

"Say it a few more times."

"Celeste."

"Mmm."

Perhaps understanding what she wanted, Javier Sinclair leaned in close and lowered his voice.

"Do you want to see?"

As he spoke, he pulled open the front of his robes, revealing his firm chest.

She looked up at him slightly, and Celeste Grant smiled. "You’re quite the quiet storm, aren’t you, Archfiend? You’ve even learned to use your beauty to seduce me now."

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair blushed and looked away. "You don’t like it?"

Celeste Grant smiled, leaned in to his Adam’s apple, gave it a little bite, and then a kiss.

"I love it. And I love you the most, my Archfiend."

"I love you too."

He leaned down and kissed her.

Their fingers intertwined.

Ladies.

Don’t be jealous.

I’m going to go ahead and dig in.

When Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair walked out of the cave, it was already noon the next day. It was still snowing outside, with flakes drifting down from the sky. As far as the eye could see, everything was a vast expanse of white, and the snow on the ground was already quite thick.

Not far from The Forbidden Land, one could still see wintersweet blossoms blooming in the snow—a beautiful sight.

She was now dressed in aqua-blue robes, over which she wore a fluffy white cloak that had a hood. Although she wasn’t cold, being a Cultivator, she had dressed this way specifically for a photoshoot.

Celeste Grant took out her cell phone.

She began snapping photos, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

Then, she took a few pictures together with Javier Sinclair before handing him the phone so he could take some of her.

"Make me look good."

Celeste Grant gently touched a wintersweet blossom, while a short distance away, Javier Sinclair held the phone and took pictures of her.

His photography skills were getting better and better, and Celeste Grant was very pleased. "Hehe, not bad. These shots are actually really nice. You’re amazing, my dear husband."

Javier Sinclair was overjoyed by the praise. "Is there even a need to say it? When have I ever not been amazing?"

Celeste Grant gave a small smile.

"Look at you getting all cocky. Come over here and give me a piggyback ride."

Javier Sinclair walked over to her and crouched down. "Alright, hop on. You’re the only one who gets this special treatment."

Celeste Grant climbed onto his back as he carried her. "Oh? And who else would you want to carry?"

"No one else... Besides our son, in this lifetime, you’re the only person I’ve ever held, the only one I’ve ever carried."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Celeste Grant pointed ahead. "Let’s go, let’s head back. I haven’t seen our son in so long, I miss him like crazy."

「Meanwhile, elsewhere...」