Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Nana Warren ladled herself a bowl of soup. She took a sip and couldn’t help but sigh in admiration, "Soup made with a five-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine really is extraordinary. I can feel a warm current washing over me with just one sip."

"Ah... that feels so good." She took two more sips, then lifted the bowl and drank the rest in one go. Only then did she start on the meat.

Seeing how much she was enjoying it, Celeste Grant smiled faintly and lowered her head to continue eating as well.

Eating the meat.

Drinking the soup.

It was absolutely delicious.

The soup contained at least seven or eight types of treasure medicine. These Spiritual Medicines complemented one another, creating a broth that could solidify one’s Primordial Spirit and increase their Cultivation. The medicinal effects were most pronounced for those below the Foundation Establishment Stage. For a Cultivator at Celeste Grant’s level, the benefit was negligible, but it was still an excellent way to nourish the body.

In the Cultivation World, natural treasures could be a great opportunity for ordinary mortals unable to cultivate, but they could also be fatal. Some treasures had gentle medicinal properties that, when consumed, could trigger a Purifying Essence and Marrow, a complete physical rebirth, and even allow a mortal to grow a Spirit Root. However, most natural treasures contained a potency that ordinary people simply couldn’t withstand. A light case would result in them becoming an imbecile, while a severe case would cause their Divine Soul to scatter and their body to explode.

So, when you hear stories about some good-for-nothing who can’t cultivate getting knocked off a cliff, accidentally eating some natural treasure, and then making a stunning comeback, it goes without saying they were blessed with incredible luck.

There was no way the two of them could finish the entire pot on the table.

Celeste Grant simply waved her hand, and many empty bowls appeared on the table. With a flick of her fingers, the stewed pigeon soup and meat from the pot were divided among them.

"This..." Nana glanced at her. "Young Miss, what are you doing?" she asked, unable to resist rubbing her already full stomach.

Celeste Grant said, "There’s still so much left. Let’s give the elders a bowl each to try."

Nana nodded. "Then I’ll take it to the elders."

"No need." She smiled. "This will do. There’s nothing that Magic can’t solve."

As she spoke, she raised her fingers and used Magic with a gentle wave of her hand. In that instant, the bowls on the table lined up and took to the air. Once airborne, the bowls separated and glided smoothly toward the elders’ residences. Finally, each bowl landed softly beside them, on a table right within their reach.

Although Nerida and Elder Sawyer were still out on a Cultivation trip and hadn’t returned, the other elders were present.

There were also her acquaintances, Wendy Forrest and Daisy Grant.

As well as Elder Sawyer’s sister; a bowl was sent to each of them. Additionally, Yvonne Sawyer, who was currently meditating and cultivating on a mountaintop in the Bloodfiend Den, also got one.

Just one glance into the bowl and one whiff of the fragrant aroma was enough to know that this was a Spiritual Medicine soup stewed with natural treasures.

At that moment, a voice reached them.

A voice that only they could hear.

It was the voice of Mrs. Sheffield, coming from her residence.

"I made too much pigeon soup, so I’m sharing some with you all. It’s quite good."

Even at a time like this, she still thought of them. The elders and Yvonne Sawyer were all deeply moved.

They bowed their heads slightly, placed a hand over their chests, and offered their thanks in the direction of Celeste Grant’s residence.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sheffield."

"You’re welcome."

...

After Nana cleared the pot and bowls from the stone table, she mentioned that she would be going away for a while.

"Young Miss, I have to go out for a few days, so I won’t be able to take care of you. With this old servant away, you must take care of yourself. I’ll be back very soon."

"Oh, get out of here." Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at her and couldn’t help but laugh. "I’m a Transcendance Tribulation Stage Cultivator. Who needs looking after? Go do what you need to do, and when you have free time, focus on your Cultivation. When I ascend to the Upper Realm, you’d better hurry up and follow. Don’t forget, I still need you to work for me for another three thousand years."

"Listen to you!" Nana chirped. "You evil capitalist, filthy rich." But she had already gotten up and moved to Celeste Grant’s side, fawning over her with a shoulder massage. "Working is great! I’m a natural-born wage slave. It is this old servant’s honor to serve you, Young Miss. Never mind three thousand years, I would be willing to work for thirty thousand years or even longer."

Nana Warren knew just how well her Young Miss treated her.

"My dear Young Miss, I never want to leave you."

She massaged her back and kneaded her shoulders.

Celeste Grant just smiled.

"Focus on your Cultivation."

"Mhm, I’ll strive to reach the Transcendance Tribulation Stage within two hundred years."

’With the Young Miss’s current Cultivation, she’ll be ascending to the Upper Realm soon. I don’t want to leave her, so I have to cultivate hard and follow her as soon as possible. The ingredients in the Upper Realm must be even more delicious... SLURP. What would the Young Miss do without me?’

’The position of the Young Miss’s right-hand woman must be mine. None of those other little hussies are going to steal my spot.’ Thinking of this, she said aloud, "Young Miss, you’ve already reached the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, so you should be heading to the Upper Realm very soon. You go on ahead and wait for me. I’ll be sure to cultivate as fast as I can, and the moment I get to the Upper Realm, I’ll come find you."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Okay, I’ll wait for you."

After that, Nana left.

Celeste Grant knew she was surely going out to gain experience and seek her own fortuitous encounters.

Nerida was away.

Nana was away.

Javier Sinclair and her "dear boy" were away too.

Suddenly, Celeste Grant felt how quiet it had become.

She had been in secluded Cultivation for a long time and now needed to relax her mind. So, for the time being, Celeste Grant wasn’t in a hurry to cultivate. She would only consolidate her Cultivation at night, spending her days helping to manage the den’s affairs.

Out of boredom, she found the books Nana had previously compiled and began to flip through them. Children in the Cultivation World were already learning this material, so she planned to have the children in the Mortal Realm learn it as well.

After flipping through a few, she clicked her tongue in admiration.

’This material is incredible. Not a single wasted word. It’s simple, easy to understand, and genuinely educational. You’d need some real literary skill to compile books like these, something I know for a fact I don’t have.’

’Thinking about the things she’d studied in her past life, like geometry, functions, and linear equations, made her shiver for no reason. Back in her old world, that was the kind of stuff that made countless students want to bang their heads against a wall.’

At this thought, Celeste Grant laughed out loud. ’Nana has only spread elementary school education throughout the Cultivation World. If she brought over middle and high school material, the children of this world would be studying until they cried.’

Celeste Grant summoned a disciple.

Yvonne Sawyer presented herself.

"What are your orders, Mrs. Sheffield?"

Celeste Grant glanced at her, pointed to the books on the table, and said, "Yana, have someone sort out a batch of these books and send them to the emperors in the Mortal Realm. Also, publicize the benefits of reading. Have them build schools in the Mortal Realm so that every child has the opportunity to study."

Yvonne Sawyer nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, Mrs. Sheffield. I’ll see to it at once."