Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Meanwhile, in the Bloodfiend Den.

Yvonne Sawyer was supervising the disciples’ daily Cultivation when she felt a sensation and looked toward the empty space before her. A dark vortex appeared, and an Ice Coffin slowly emerged from the void.

It landed heavily in the square.

Snow was falling from the sky.

The square outside the Bloodfiend Den’s main hall was a vast expanse of white. The sudden appearance of such an Ice Coffin was a bizarre sight that drew the attention of many. The disciples cultivating in the square all stopped and stared.

This Ice Coffin was even larger than a normal one, emitting golden runes that shimmered with a lustrous light.

"This is... the Soul Nourishing Coffin."

Yvonne Sawyer’s expression changed upon seeing the Ice Coffin on the snow-covered ground. She raised her eyes slightly and extended a hand. The Ice Coffin slowly flew up, shrank, and landed in her palm.

This was the ultimate treasure of her Norgath Witch Clan, the Soul Nourishing Coffin, capable of nurturing a Primordial Spirit. For the Ice Coffin to appear here meant only one thing: someone had broken into the Array where her mother’s Primordial Spirit was being nurtured.

There was a Forbidden Spell on the Soul Nourishing Coffin. If an outsider tried to steal it, they would trigger the Array placed upon it. This would cause the Soul Nourishing Coffin to be teleported back to the High Priest. And Yvonne Sawyer was the current heir of the Norgath Witch Clan—and its current High Priest.

’Something’s happened to Mother.’

Yvonne Sawyer put the Ice Coffin away, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.

Placing a finger before her eyes, she directly called out to her uncle.

"Uncle, something has happened to Mother."

Yvonne Sawyer was Elder Sawyer of the Hall of Enforcement’s niece. She was also the same female cultivator who had once crashed a wedding at the Immortal Sect.

「Meanwhile.」

In Elder Sawyer’s chambers, he was meditating and cultivating when a sudden sense of panic gripped him.

The Curse Technique he had placed on his sister had just transferred to someone else.

In other words, something had happened to his sister.

Just as he opened his eyes, he heard his niece’s voice transmission. In that instant, Elder Sawyer was overcome with rage.

"No matter who they are, I will hunt them to the ends of the earth!"

As he spoke, Elder Sawyer shot to his feet. With a wave of his hand, his figure shot out of the room, vanishing in an instant.

Victor Rhodes, Yvonne Sawyer’s husband, had just arrived at the door. He had intended to ask his wife’s uncle for some Cultivation advice, but now he just stood there, stunned, watching Elder Sawyer flash past him like a gust of wind.

"Hey? Uncle, where are you going?"

Staring at the spot where Elder Sawyer had vanished, Victor Rhodes scratched his head and muttered, "What’s going on? I’d better follow him and see."

Before coming to the Bloodfiend Den, he was only a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator. After marrying into the family, he’d had ample Cultivation Resources, and now Victor Rhodes was already a Mid Stage Golden Core Cultivator.

Here, everyone from the elders down to the junior disciples treated him exceptionally well. Victor Rhodes felt that his life after marrying in was the happiest he’d ever been.

Since arriving, he hadn’t returned to the Falling Snow Sect even once.

On several occasions when he had gone out, he’d run into disciples from the Falling Snow Sect. They told him his own father regretted his decision. If he were willing to go back, he could resume his position as the Young Sect Master and would inherit the Falling Snow Sect in the future.

He had simply spat at the words.

’They just want me to go back and slave away for them.’

So his reply was always the same.

"Whoever wants to be the Young Sect Master can have the job. A son married out is like water thrown out—tell him not to think about me anymore. Not even a dog would want to be the Young Sect Master of the Falling Snow Sect."

Going back was impossible.

He was living the high life here, receiving generous rewards from The Exalted One and his wife every year. On top of that, during every festival, his wife, his uncle, and all the other "aunts" and "uncles" would prepare all sorts of Cultivation Resources for him. Why would he give up this heavenly life—the kind you couldn’t find even if you searched with a lantern—just to go back to being looked down upon and slaving away for others? That was why not even a dog would want that Young Sect Master title.

He was, after all, living comfortably off his good looks. If he was going to risk his life for anyone, it would only be for his wife. Helping her become the next elder of the Hall of Enforcement—that was his mission.

He followed Elder Sawyer to the square and waved at Yvonne Sawyer.

"Yana, what’s happened?"

Yvonne Sawyer’s face was a mask of fury, but underneath it was worry and grief.

Seeing her expression, Victor Rhodes knew something was definitely wrong. He took his wife’s hand. "Yana, don’t panic. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out."

Yvonne Sawyer gripped his hand, hers trembling slightly. She was clearly struggling to contain her rage.

"My mother is gone."

As she spoke, she held out her hand, palm up. The tiny Ice Coffin lay quietly in her palm.

Yvonne Sawyer’s voice followed. "My love... My mother’s body was supposed to be in here, nurturing her Primordial Spirit. Now the Ice Coffin has returned... It must mean someone broke into the Array where her Primordial Spirit was being nurtured and stole her body. Who could have done this? How despicable! If I find out who it is, I will never let them go."

Hearing this, Victor Rhodes was also furious and immediately started cursing. "Damn it! What kind of son of a bitch would dare touch my mother-in-law? Yana, let’s go check things out first. We need to see if we can find any trace of the enemy. We have to get her back. Don’t worry. We’ll send out disciples to search—we’re bound to find her."

Yvonne Sawyer nodded. "Mm."

Standing to one side, Elder Sawyer said, "Let’s go to The Forbidden Land and check on the situation first."

As he spoke, Elder Sawyer led them straight to The Forbidden Land in the nearby mountain range.

Soon, they arrived at the place where the Ice Coffin had been kept.

The three of them appeared halfway up a cliff face behind The Forbidden Land.

After coming to a stop, they began to inspect the Array.

Elder Sawyer could tell with a single glance that the Array here had been tampered with; it was now broken.

Even Elder Sawyer couldn’t understand it. The location was extremely well hidden. How could anyone have found this place, let alone gotten inside?

This Array was constantly shifting, meaning its entrance was never in the same place twice. Anyone unfamiliar with this particular Array would be completely unable to enter.

But now, not only had someone entered, but they had also stolen his sister’s body. This was outrageous! Could it have been a Seventh Rank Array Master?

In truth, they were all mistaken. They would never have guessed that there was a type of person in this world known as a "female lead," who possessed a "protagonist’s halo" and was blessed with immense good fortune. Forget a place protected by an Array like this; she could come and go as she pleased even from the most perilous and inescapable deathtraps, and might even stumble upon a fortuitous encounter while there.

Just like Jocelyn Grant, who had fallen directly into this place. And by a bizarre twist of fate, she had even ended up occupying the body of Yvonne Sawyer’s mother.

"Damn it."

Elder Sawyer’s hands trembled with rage.

He had gone to great lengths to preserve this wisp of his sister’s remnant soul, and had always looked forward to the day they could be reunited. If even this glimmer of hope was gone...

Just as he was about to restore the Array to find out who the culprit was, a joyful voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Big Brother."

"Big Brother, it’s really you."