Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Hearing his question, Celeste Grant smiled and said, "I went out for a bit. Take a look at this." As she spoke, she held out her hand, palm open. In that instant, two wisps of black mist appeared in her palm.

The two wisps of black mist floating in her hand looked as if they were alive. In fact, they were.

Javier Sinclair had walked over to her side by now. He stopped, his gaze falling on her open palm. Seeing the two floating wisps of black mist, he raised an eyebrow slightly. "What are these pitch-black things?"

Celeste Grant chuckled and said, "Hehe... Don’t blink. I’ll show you what their true forms look like." With that, she waved her hand gently. The next moment, the black mist floating in her palm fell to the ground and revealed their true forms.

The courtyard they were in was lined with lanterns, so the two things now stood upright just a few steps away from him.

Javier Sinclair glanced up, and when he got a clear look at the two things, his expression froze for a moment.

He knew what wintergourds were.

These two things in front of him looked far too much like two wintergourds. If he had to point out a difference, it would be the color. Common wintergourds were green, a bluish-green. Even black-skinned wintergourds had skin that was more dark-green than black. But these two wintergourds were inky black. One end of the gourd had eyes and a mouth. Their hands and feet were especially long and thin, with only two claws at the tips.

After just one glance, Javier Sinclair rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He muttered, "My eyes must be going blind." What was he seeing? Two wintergourds standing there.

The two wintergourds were hugging each other, looking at them with wary expressions.

"W-What do you want?"

The two wintergourds, still hugging each other, felt completely helpless.

’They had been beaten up by Celeste Grant earlier, and they could still feel the stinging pain from the blows. Now there was another person who looked even more terrifying. These two humans looked like ordinary people at the moment; the gourds couldn’t sense any dreadful pressure or frightening aura from them. But the two wintergourds knew very well that these two were no ordinary people.’

’Take the woman in front of them, for example. The aura she had released when she attacked was that of an Immortal, at the very least. And this man was probably even stronger.’

Javier Sinclair glanced at the two wintergourds and muttered, "Talking wintergourds? A little interesting."

’Their appearance was certainly surprising. But in the Cultivation World, anything was possible, so their existence made sense.’

Hearing this, the two wintergourds, still hugging each other, gulped. The larger of the two spoke up, "What do you mean, ’a little interesting’? Don’t scare me."

The other wintergourd gripped its companion’s hand tightly. "As far as I know, when humans start saying something is ’interesting,’ it’s never a good thing. Do you remember what the old patriarch said? The first time the old patriarch went out, he ran into a bad person. The moment that person saw him, they said he was ’very interesting.’ Do you know what happened next? The patriarch said the bad person immediately threw down a huge pot, chopped up some pork ribs, and started making soup. Our patriarch almost ended up as an ingredient in that soup! Luckily, just in the nick of time, our master happened to be passing by and bought him."

The two wintergourds muttered to each other.

"Why are they looking at us like that?"

"They’re interested in us? And they said we’re ’a little interesting’... They don’t want to stew us in a soup, do they?"

Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha..." She grabbed Javier Sinclair’s sleeve, her eyes on the two huddled wintergourds. "I’m dying! What kind of crazy ideas are these two wintergourds having?" She leaned one hand on Javier Sinclair’s arm, her gaze sweeping over the two black wintergourds.

She glanced at them and said with a smile, "While we are quite knowledgeable when it comes to food, we don’t just eat anything. You only look like wintergourds; you aren’t real ones. Don’t worry, even if we were making soup, it wouldn’t be your turn."

As Celeste Grant’s voice fell, the two huddled wintergourds’ legs gave out, and they plopped onto the ground.

"Thank goodness. I feel like my life has been spared."

"That scared me to death. As long as they’re not going to stew us, we’re good." Although their kind looked a lot like wintergourds, they were a completely different species. They really weren’t wintergourds.

Looking at the two wintergourds sitting on the ground, Celeste Grant walked over. When she reached them, she reached out and smacked each of them on the head.

"Both of you look dumb as a rock, so stop overthinking things. I already told you, you’re my servants from now on."

The two wintergourds raised their hands, looking troubled.

"But... we already have a master."

"That’s right! Our clan has served our master for generations, and we would rather die than betray him. We have only one master, and that is High Soverign Evander!"

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly. ’These two wintergourds don’t look very bright, but they’re quite loyal to this master of theirs. It’s not that I absolutely have to keep them; I just want to get some information about the Cunmere Realm from them.’

With this in mind, she said, "Let’s put it another way. What I mean is, you have nowhere else to go here, so why not follow me and work for me for the time being? In return, I can help you find news of your master. As the saying goes, ’many hands make light work.’ How long will it take for just the two of you to find him? Especially since you don’t look very bright."

As Celeste Grant finished speaking, the two wintergourds appeared to be deep in thought.

’What is this woman talking about? She’s actually saying she’ll help us find our master? Is this for real? She’s not a con artist, is she?’

Before they could speak, Celeste Grant continued, "If you’re obedient and do a good job, I can let you go later on."

’She’ll help us find our master, and she’ll even let us go? Is it really that good?’ At this moment, the two wintergourds stared straight at her, their eyes shining.

"Really? You’ll help us find our master’s whereabouts, and you’ll let us go?"

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Of course... With our level of Cultivation, what need is there to trick two little wintergourds like you?"

’That’s true. Either of these two could crush us with a pinch. From that perspective, it seems like they really have no reason to trick the two of us.’

The two wintergourds couldn’t help but ask.

"What... do you want us to do?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"That will depend on your performance. Oh dear, my shoulders are a little sore."

The moment she finished speaking, the two wintergourds scrambled up from the ground. They scurried to her side like fawning lackeys, one on each side, and began to massage her shoulders and pound her legs. Although they were short, they could fly beside her. In that moment, they were the very picture of fawning sycophants.

"My lady, is that comfortable?"

"What do you think of our technique? How’s the pressure? Should we add a little more force?"