Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Just as Jocelyn Grant was thinking it was only natural for the shopkeeper to give her the Elixir Pills, the bottle that had just landed in her hand flew up with a SWOOSH and landed in the grasp of someone at the entrance.

The newcomer stood at the doorway.

She wore an aqua-blue robe and a demonic-looking mask. Holding the bottle of Elixir Pills she’d just snatched from Jocelyn Grant, she opened her mouth and let out a string of curses. "Whose dog got off its leash and was let out to bite people?"

The moment she said this, the faces of the gawkers at the door filled with astonishment. Someone even choked, mainly from trying to stifle a laugh they didn’t dare let out.

The veiled female cultivator in the shop was at the Nascent Soul Stage, yet someone had just brazenly confronted and cursed her. Of course, they were shocked, but most were just excited to watch the drama unfold.

Some worried that the female cultivator in the demonic mask would be dragged out and beaten to death on the spot for speaking so audaciously. Others figured that since she dared to challenge a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she must be a Nascent Soul Stage expert herself.

This was going to be a good show.

They couldn’t miss it.

Soon, a crowd of Cultivators had gathered at the entrance of the elixir shop, all curious about what was happening and eager for a spectacle.

Inside the shop, watching the Elixir Pills that had been in her grasp get snatched away, Jocelyn Grant’s face darkened beneath her veil.

She was absolutely furious.

"Who are you?"

Jocelyn Grant’s gaze fell on the person at the door.

She realized the other woman’s mask was a top-grade treasure; even Jocelyn Grant couldn’t see the face beneath it. The voice was rather hoarse, making it impossible to identify who it was.

The woman spoke, her voice dripping with scorn. "Who am I? I’m your granny. And you see your granny without even kneeling and kowtowing? How rude."

"You—shut your mouth! You despicable wretch, who do you think you are calling yourself my granny?"

The other woman shot back.

"Yours, of course. Come on... call me ’granny’ and I’ll give you a taste of my blade."

’This is beyond humiliating.’ The feeling reminded her of an utterly detestable woman: Celeste Grant.

Jocelyn Grant’s face was livid. This female cultivator dared to mock her and verbally put her down. ’Does she really think I wouldn’t dare kill her right here in this Cultivator City?’

’But this person managed to snatch the Elixir Pills from my hand without me even noticing. That means her Cultivation might be on par with mine, if not higher.’

At this thought, she couldn’t help but ask.

"You’re a Nascent Soul Cultivator?"

’Damn it. Since when did Primal Heaven City have Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators just wandering around everywhere?’

The masked woman looked at her with what seemed to be a smirk, her voice still unrecognizable. Her tone, however, was even more arrogant than Jocelyn’s. "So, you’re allowed to be one, but I’m not? What does my Cultivation level have to do with you? Mind your own damn business."

As she spoke, the woman sized Jocelyn up with a glance, then strode into the shop and stopped.

She shot Jocelyn Grant a look and said bluntly, "A poor wretch is a poor wretch. If you don’t have the money, don’t buy things. You could have just robbed him from the start, but no, you had to offer a pittance just to insult him. Then, you finally dropped the act and tried to take it by force, relying on your high Cultivation. It’s a disgrace to all Cultivators to have someone like you among us. His Elixir Pills cost ninety thousand Spirit Stones a bottle, and you want them for free? You’ve got some nerve. I’ve lived a long time, and I’ve truly never met anyone as shameless as you."

With a flick of her wrist, the bottle of Elixir Pills landed on the shopkeeper’s counter. "Shopkeeper, take your pills. It would be better to feed them to a dog than to let someone who just wants a handout get them."

The shopkeeper certainly hadn’t wanted to give them away for free.

But her opponent’s Cultivation was just too high.

He was a perceptive man, though. He knew anyone who dared to stand up to a Nascent Soul Cultivator was no simple character. So he just kept an obsequious smile on his face. Meanwhile, his hand shot out to snatch the Elixir Pills back, and he retreated to a safe distance. The rest of this was none of his business. He just hoped this newcomer would teach that arrogant, freeloading Cultivator a good lesson on his behalf.

Jocelyn Grant couldn’t care less about the shopkeeper now. Her eyes were fixed on the woman who had walked into the store.

She had intended to let the matter go, but she never expected this person to be so provocative. It was as if she was being completely disregarded.

Her face twisted in fury at the thought.

"You’re asking to die."

With those words, she gathered her Cultivation in her hand and, with an angry wave, sent a blast of Nascent Soul Stage power straight at the newcomer.

But her opponent blocked it with a simple wave. The two forces collided and canceled each other out. Not only that, but Jocelyn Grant was also staggered back a step, barely managing to keep her footing.

The person who had walked into the shop was none other than Celeste Grant, who had just arrived in Primal Heaven City.

She had originally planned to find a place to stay and wait for Jocelyn Grant to come to her. She never expected to run into her just by turning a corner.

’It must be fate!’

’What could you even say about this? The vicious female side character is truly the stumbling block on the heroine’s path. The two of them were natural-born arch-nemeses. They were practically drawn to each other; there was no need to go looking. As long as they both stepped outside, there was an over eighty percent chance they’d wind up in the same place.’

As for Jocelyn Grant, even though she was wearing a veil and was in a different body, Celeste Grant recognized her at a glance. In fact, she’d recognize Jocelyn Grant even if she were reduced to ash.

’After all, that guilt-tripping tone she uses the moment she speaks, combined with the blessed luck of a protagonist’s halo... no one else has that.’

"How can you be this strong?"

’Damn it all.’

Jocelyn Grant was seething.

She was already at the late-stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, yet she had a feeling this person’s Cultivation was even higher than her own.

’On what grounds? No, no, I’m still young. For all I know, my opponent is some thousand-year-old hag, so it’s only natural her Cultivation is a bit higher. I am destined to one day surpass her and stand at the very peak of the Cultivation World. Everyone else is just a stepping stone on my path to power.’

"How am I so strong? Isn’t it just that you’re too weak?"

Humiliated so thoroughly, Jocelyn Grant glared at her in a rage.

"You deserve to die."

Cultivation swirled and condensed in her palm as she unleashed a strike toward Celeste Grant. The immense power made the entire area tremble. Anyone who could open a shop in a Cultivator City like this had powerful backing.

Seeing the situation turning ugly, the shopkeeper quickly activated the shop’s defensive Array. He wasn’t the least bit flustered; clearly, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Celeste Grant condensed her own Cultivation and blocked with a casual wave of her hand. Fights in the Cultivation World didn’t require any flashy theatrics. A single wave of the hand was all it took; the contest was simply a matter of whose Cultivation was stronger.

They were still inside someone else’s shop. If they really went all out, not even the Array would be able to withstand the force.

So...

"If you want to fight, take it outside. The shopkeeper has a business to run. If you destroy his shop, can a poor wretch like you afford to pay for the damages?"

Poor wretch.

Poor wretch.

She couldn’t get through a sentence without calling her a poor wretch.

She had never lacked resources or Spirit Stones before. To think she had been humiliated today because she couldn’t afford a single bottle of Clearing Yuan Pills.

"Fine. I’d like to see just how capable you really are."

In the blink of an eye, both figures vanished from the shop.

’Fight her?’

’No, I don’t have time for that.’

’The main priority right now is to capture her and get Yana’s Mother’s body back. That’s why I prefer a group fight.’

With that thought, Celeste Grant, now outside, took out the Bone Whistle and blew it.