Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

It wasn’t just their skeletons; their Primordial Spirits were also imprisoned on the flagpoles. Their spirits, now translucent, glared viciously at the cultivators of the Demonic Domain.

For a Cultivator, even if their physical body was destroyed, their Primordial Spirit would remain.

These two elders from the Holy Land of the Immortal Domain hated Javier Sinclair to the bone.

"Javier Sinclair, you Demon! What’s the point of humiliating us like this? If you have any guts, give us a quick death."

That was only one of them shouting. The other kept his head down, silent. Perhaps he was truly afraid of death. After all, though his body was gone, his Primordial Spirit remained. But if his Divine Soul were to be extinguished, that would be a true, final death.

Javier Sinclair gave a light wave of his hand, and the Flying Palace he was seated upon slowly descended, coming to a halt on the ground. He straightened his posture and rested a hand to his side.

"Still clamoring on the verge of death. You want a quick end? Very well. I shall grant your wish." As he spoke, Javier Sinclair slowly extended his hand. Instantly, Demonic Qi coiled around the flagpole. The elder who had been shouting was seized by a powerful force and let out a wretched cry.

Javier Sinclair’s expression was calm, his eyes cold. With a simple clench of his fist, the elder’s Primordial Spirit instantly exploded, leaving behind nothing but a few sparks that scattered in the air.

Seeing this, the other elder’s Primordial Spirit was struck silent with terror. His eyes widened, unable to form a single word. "You..." was all he could manage, his face a mask of horror.

He never imagined that the Demon, Javier Sinclair, would so decisively crush the Primordial Spirit of a Holy Land Elder. He had assumed Javier would, at most, torture them and destroy their physical bodies, showing some deference to Sancthelm. He never thought he would kill so readily.

Javier Sinclair’s gaze swept over the remaining elder. As his eyes passed over him, the elder’s Primordial Spirit visibly flinched. "You... you Demon! How could you be so utterly depraved, so wantonly slaughtering an elder of my Sancthelm!"

Before he could continue, Javier Sinclair sneered.

"So noisy."

"What do you mean *I* cruelly killed your Sancthelm’s elder? Wasn’t that his own request? I never thought I’d receive such a plea. Since he was so eager to rush to his death, I naturally had to oblige." His eyes fell upon the remaining elder. "And you? Would you like a quick end as well?"

’This was more than just murder; it was psychological torture!’

At these words, the color drained from the elder’s face, and he was struck dumb.

Javier Sinclair casually flicked a bit of dust from his sleeve. "I must say," he remarked lightly, "I much preferred your arrogant and disdainful expression from before."

The Cultivators from the Demonic Domain burst into laughter.

"That’s right! Weren’t you so arrogant just a moment ago?"

"Go on, try being arrogant again!"

"I say we just turn his Primordial Spirit into fireworks, too! There’s a festival coming up, isn’t there? This would be a great way for the people of the Demonic Domain to celebrate."

Javier Sinclair said coolly, "We are all respectable Cultivators. How could we do such a thing? Just let him hang there."

He paused for a moment, then added as if it were an afterthought, "Oh, right. Don’t we have quite a few children in the Demonic Domain who have just begun their Cultivation? It would be perfect to have them form teams and use his Primordial Spirit as target practice. After all, he is an elder of Sancthelm. Even as a mere skeleton, he’s still beyond what an ordinary person can handle."

The moment he finished speaking, the Holy Land Elder’s spiritual face contorted, turning a shade of deep crimson.

’Humiliation.’

’This was an absolute humiliation to Sancthelm.’

’They were going to hang him here and let his Primordial Spirit be devoured, piece by piece.’

’This Demon is too outrageous! Why hasn’t anyone come to put him in his place?’

He seethed with resentment at the thought.

’I’m going to die anyway.’

’He had nothing left to lose.’

He turned to face Javier Sinclair and began to curse him.

"Javier Sinclair, you are truly cold-blooded and merciless! A Demon like you should be hunted down and killed by everyone in the Immortal Domain!"

"A cold-blooded man like you will be haunted by the karma of your endless slaughter! You will reap what you sow and die a miserable death! A Demon like you has lived a life of nothing but bloodshed; you’re incapable of understanding even the most basic human warmth and affection! I curse you! May your every wish be thwarted! May you never receive a single shred of love! I curse you to die without an heir!"

As his words faded, the Cultivators of the Demonic Domain erupted in fury.

"You old bastard! You’re nothing but a Primordial Spirit and you still won’t shut up! How dare you curse The Exalted One! Believe it or not, I’ll go to your Holy Land of the Immortal Domain tomorrow, grab a hundred and eighty of your female cultivators, and bring them back for The Exalted One to have children with! He’ll have more kids and grandkids than he can count! And they’ll all have to call me Uncle!"

"You... you wouldn’t dare!"

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair’s mouth twitched.

He glanced at his own Cultivators from the Demonic Domain. Judging by their expressions, they would actually do it if he gave the word. But while they were killers and brawlers, they had never stooped to kidnapping and forcing female cultivators. He himself strictly forbade such acts. Finding a Taoist Companion on your own merits was acceptable, but if you dared to abduct one, the elders from the Hall of Enforcement would personally break your legs.

He waved his hand dismissively.

He couldn’t help but speak up. "What nonsense are you all spouting? Do you think I’d be interested in just any woman? A hundred and eighty of them, no less."

’I’m not a breeding hog.’

’Besides, all those female cultivators combined aren’t worth half as much as my Celeste... no... they’re not even worth a single strand of her hair. I might not have understood it in the past, but ever since meeting Celeste Grant, my heart has belonged to her alone. I wouldn’t spare other female cultivators a second glance. I wouldn’t have before, and I certainly won’t now.’

At this thought, he glanced at the elder from the Holy Land of the Immortal Domain hanging there, a smug smile spreading across his face. He said, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "Heh, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. Your pathetic little curse is useless against me. Not only do I have a beautiful wife, but my son is already grown." ’The ex-husband’s son is my son too,’ he thought. ’By that logic, he’s my own son. Nothing wrong with that.’

The moment he said this, not only his Demonic Domain Cultivators, but even the Holy Land Elder hanging on the flagpole, stared in utter disbelief.

"That... That’s impossible!"

’What did that Demon just say? He has a wife and a son?’

’When did this happen? How could they have heard nothing about it? Before, they’d taken some small comfort in the thought that he was utterly alone. But to hear he had secretly married and had a son... it was infuriating!’

’Why? He deserved to die alone, without an heir! By what right did he have a Taoist Companion? The heavens must be blind! How could a Demon who kills without batting an eye be worthy of such happiness?’

Meanwhile, the Demonic Domain Cultivators were stunned.

"Wh-what did I just hear? The Exalted One has a wife and a son?"

"Am I hearing things? The Exalted One said he has a Taoist Companion? That can’t be right. When did this happen? How did we not know?"

A wave of gossipy, curious murmurs rippled through the crowd.

But then someone spoke up. "If The Exalted One says it’s true, then it’s true! Brothers, this is great news! This means the Demonic Domain has a Young Master!"

"And a wife for The Exalted One! Aaaah! Is this really happening? To think I would live to see such a momentous day!"

Countless eyes fell upon Javier Sinclair.

He, however, remained perfectly calm and simply waved a hand.

"Yes. When the time is right, I’ll bring them for you to meet. And I’ll be sure to invite you for the celebratory feast."