Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

The moment she spoke, she released an immense pressure.

The two half-meter-tall, black wintergourds’ legs buckled, and they dropped to their knees. The wintergourds hadn’t wanted to kneel, but the aura coming from this person was too terrifying. Sometimes, a little submission was perfectly acceptable.

"I’ll talk... I’ll talk..."

Then, the two wintergourds began to explain their origins. The slightly larger one spoke up. "We are of the Shadowmist Clan, from the Cunmere Realm in the Upper Realm. Our clan has lived for generations in the Undercity."

Celeste Grant froze for a moment when she heard the name "Cunmere Realm."

’Cunmere Realm? That’s where my son’s true body is slumbering right now. Could this really be a coincidence? These two wintergourds are actually from the Cunmere Realm. Why would they leave the Upper Realm to come all the way to the Mortal Realm? Or is there some secret behind all this?’

’I have to get to the bottom of this.’

With that in mind, she asked in a low voice, "So, instead of staying in the Upper Realm, what are you doing here in the Mortal Realm?"

The two wintergourds glanced at her before lowering their heads dejectedly. "We are here on the orders of our old clan leader to find our master."

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow.

"Who is your master?"

At this question, the two wintergourds clasped their hands behind their backs, suddenly puffing up with pride.

"Now that you ask... our master is incredible! He’s the most powerful yet gentle person in the world. Our clan has only survived to this day because we’ve always been under his protection. You can’t even begin to imagine how strong our master is! Back in the day, he single-handedly beat the Cunmere Realm’s Immortal and Demonic Paths into submission—they’d flee in terror at the mere mention of his name! We might as well tell you. Our master is none other than the peerlessly handsome, with his unfathomable cultivation, High Soverign Evander."

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow.

"Who’s that? Never heard of him."

She genuinely hadn’t heard of him. After all, Celeste Grant had never been to the Cunmere Realm, so it was perfectly normal that she wouldn’t know who High Soverign Evander was. The two wintergourds, however, were deeply offended.

"You... You’ve never heard of High Soverign Evander? You’re so ignorant! So hopelessly ignorant!"

The other wintergourd nodded emphatically.

"Insolent! What a sheltered woman! Our master is the most handsome man in all of the Cunmere Realm. Back in the day, countless female cultivators were tripping over themselves to marry him. But our master said that women would only slow down the speed of his alchemy. Ah, forget it. You wouldn’t understand anyway. Just a bunch of sheltered country bumpkins."

’Sheltered country bumpkins?’

The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.

She was being called sheltered by two wintergourds. Still, she could tell from their words just how protective they were of this High Soverign Evander.

Celeste Grant looked down on them imperiously.

"Who did you just call country bumpkins?"

The immense pressure bore down again.

The two wintergourds didn’t dare to speak again, cowering as they knelt. "You told us to talk! This isn’t our fault!"

Celeste Grant glanced at the two wintergourds. "So, have you found your master yet?"

The two wintergourds drooped dejectedly.

"Not yet. We’ve been here for two years already. We haven’t been able to sense our master’s aura, but the clan’s Holy Grail revealed a vision. Our master is here."

Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over Cora and Clara Ainsworth, then returned to the kneeling wintergourds. "And that’s your reason for possessing someone else’s body?"

"Of course. We can’t let anyone discover our true identities."

The words had barely left her mouth when one of the wintergourds answered matter-of-factly. "Our clan leader told us to hide our identities and not let anyone find us out. Possessing a human body is the most effective way to do that. We’re so clever!"

one of the wintergourds said, waving its small hands.

"We did ask for their opinion, you know."

"Exactly! At the time, we said we needed to borrow their bodies for a while and that we’d reward them handsomely later. We also said that if they didn’t say anything, we’d take it as a yes. And they didn’t say they were unwilling!"

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Is it possible they were just scared speechless?’

Before she could voice her opinion,

the other wintergourd spoke up, its hoarse voice tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Right, I just don’t get what these two humans are thinking. They clearly agreed, but they keep trying to get back into their bodies. They have no integrity! I even had to ask the clan leader for instructions. The leader said that if they don’t cooperate, we should just take their dog lives. Everything is for our master’s sake; necessary sacrifices are unavoidable. So, I immediately went and slaughtered the mutt in their yard. The clan leader’s method was surprisingly effective! After that, the two of them started cooperating."

"We do have principles. As soon as we find our master, we will leave this place. We’ll even return their bodies to them."

"That’s right. Compared to human bodies, we much prefer our own."

The wintergourd patted its smooth, bald head with baffling self-confidence. Then, the two of them added another comment.

"Oh, and the dog meat was pretty tasty."

"Even though it was wrong of us to sacrifice that dog, its death was valuable in our quest to find our master. And yes, the dog meat really was delicious."

Celeste Grant stood frozen, her expression a sight to behold. It wasn’t just her; standing off to the side, the jaws of the Ainsworth siblings, Cora and Clara, had nearly hit the floor.

’So this was the real story? These two Fiends never wanted to kill us in the first place, they just wanted to borrow our bodies to find someone. No wonder. After my sister and I were forced out of our bodies as soul bodies, the two Fiends never tried to harm us, they just wouldn’t let us back in.’

’And what about the clan leader telling them to take our "dog lives"? Did he literally mean our dog’s life?’ At that thought, Cora Ainsworth wiped a bead of cold sweat from his forehead. ’I should be thankful these two Fiends aren’t very bright. If they were, would my sister and I even still be alive?’

Celeste Grant had thought of the same thing.

"Your clan leader told you to take their dog lives, so you killed their family’s dog?"

The two wintergourds nodded.

"What else? We were strictly following the clan leader’s orders." Their tone seemed to ask how she could be so dense.

"And it’s not our fault, either. If the two siblings hadn’t kept trying to snatch their bodies back and interfering with our attempts to hide our identities, I wouldn’t have had to kill their dog. When you get right down to it, it was their own fault."

Celeste Grant actually laughed.

It was a dry, mirthless laugh.

"Heh. Whatever makes you happy."

’After all, there’s no common language with a pair of idiots.’

Now that she understood the whole story, Celeste Grant no longer knew who was right and who was wrong.

She glanced at the siblings, their faces stiff with shock. She couldn’t help but mutter, "It seems cross-species communication is a real problem."

At this, the two wintergourds knelt ramrod straight.

"We’ve said everything. What are you going to do? We have our dignity, too! Kill us or torture us, do as you please!"

The other wintergourd ducked its head.

"Although, not killing us would be even better."

Celeste Grant was very curious.

’Who exactly was this master these two wintergourds kept talking about?’