Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

She waved her hand.

The image of Jocelyn Grant before her vanished instantly.

She put one hand on her hip and paced back and forth a few steps.

At this very moment, she stopped pacing, looked up at the sky, and shouted in exasperation, as if venting her feelings with a joke.

"Is there a System out there?"

"Do I even have a System?"

"Any passing System will do! Come on over, hop on board. I need a cheat to put on a big show right now. Look at my enemy’s setup—it’s so high-class. Don’t I deserve a hack of my own?"

’After all, I have the protection of karmic merit and the blessing of fortune. I’m even the Heavenly Dao’s acknowledged favorite daughter. With all that, why don’t I have a single cheat? Is that fair? Is it?’

She spread her hands, tilted her head back slightly, and wailed dramatically, "Any kind of cheat will do! I’m not picky, really, I’m not!"

The air remained silent. No one responded, nor did some so-called System pop up before her eyes to say, "Congratulations, Host, you have been bound to a System. Now, I will help you look cool and carry you to victory."

The facts proved it: she had no cheat.

Standing to the side, the Third Elder stared at her lady, blinking in confusion and scratching her head. ’What is she talking about? I don’t think I understood a single word.’

With that in mind, she asked tentatively, "My Lady, do you require some kind of Magic Treasure? What is this ’System’? And what is a ’cheat’?" She was utterly bewildered, having understood nothing.

At her words, Celeste Grant’s gaze fell upon her. Meeting the elder’s suddenly clear eyes, Celeste couldn’t help but laugh. She waved her hand and said with a smile, "No, no, that’s not it. I was just feeling a bit emotional seeing my old enemy show up. I was just talking to myself."

Silas Reed nodded slightly. "I see." ’She must be worried about that Crow Princess, Jocelyn Grant.’ Thinking of this, she spoke up. "My Lady, please rest assured. If that so-called Crow Princess really dares to make a move against you, the Demonic Domain is not to be trifled with. We will ensure she has no place left to even die."

"Thank you." Celeste Grant smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Even if she’s from Empyria and is a princess of the Golden Crow Clan, I’m not afraid of her."

’Even if I can’t beat her myself, don’t I have The Demon God for a husband? Never mind that Jocelyn Grant is just a mongrel with an impure bloodline; even the ancestors of the Golden Crow Clan would have to think twice to avoid being eaten. Jocelyn Grant has Empyria backing her, that’s true, but Empyria wouldn’t start an Immortal-Demon War over a personal grudge, would they?’

’After all, a war isn’t so easily started. There are too many factors to consider. The people of Empyria wouldn’t jeopardize everyone’s interests for the sake of one person, Jocelyn Grant.’

Celeste Grant was no hot-headed fool. In just a few moments, she had thoroughly weighed the pros and cons. With this realization, she calmed down.

’Jocelyn Grant probably understands this as well, which is why she descended to this realm alone. That’s likely why she’s looking for people in the Immortal Domain to do her bidding. If her agents are just Cultivators from the Immortal Domain, then fighting them is no problem. After all, the Immortal Domain and our Demonic Domain were already sworn enemies. A few more fights won’t make a difference.’

’Come on, Jocelyn Grant!’

’Let me see what you’re really made of!’ As she thought this, her eyes grew cold.

Now that she knew who was behind everything, Celeste Grant wanted to formulate a counter-strategy. With that in mind, she waved her hand lightly. "Third Elder, continue to have our people keep a close eye on the Warren Family and Jocelyn Grant, who’s behind them. Report to me immediately if anything happens. Remember, your own safety is paramount. There’s no need to risk your lives spying on them. If the situation looks dangerous, retreat. That Fifi isn’t worthy of a Demonic Domain disciple’s life." ’Even the life of a common disciple of the Demonic Domain is precious.’

"Yes, My Lady. I will relay your orders at once."

As she spoke, the Third Elder standing beside her clasped her hands in a slight bow, then lowered her head and withdrew. After the Demonic Domain’s Third Elder, Silas Reed, had left, Celeste Grant gently lifted a finger and called out.

"Javier Sinclair, come here."

"I need to talk to you about something."

The moment her words faded, a wisp of black energy appeared in the air before her. At the same time, a tall, slender figure materialized not far away.

When he first appeared, he was shrouded in black energy, exuding a menacing Demonic Qi that made him look like anything but a good person. The moment he spoke, however, that image shattered. He tilted his head slightly and asked with a puzzled look, "What are you up to?"

Celeste Grant’s eyes swept over him and noticed he was holding a baby bottle. It was a very modern-looking bottle; yes, one of the ones she had brought from her old home, Earth.

The bottle in his hand was already full of milk. No, wait—in his other hand, he was carrying a bucket, so full it was about to overflow.

’Did he go milking?’ She stared at him for a moment. "Where have you been? Robbing someone?"

"Mm, something like that," Javier Sinclair said. "Half a month ago, a Bovaria in Grymmir with Divine Beast blood gave birth. That Demonic Beast’s milk is very good for our daughter’s health and can strengthen her body. It will build a good foundation for her future Cultivation. So, I went to borrow a little."

Celeste Grant’s gaze fell on the bucket he was carrying, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "You call this ’borrowing a little’? You must have milked the poor mother dry."

’Borrowing? This is straight-up robbery.’

But if her Archfiend said it was borrowing, then it was borrowing. Even if the Jade Emperor himself showed up, it would still be borrowing. Seeing this, she couldn’t help but laugh. "Haha, you stole a baby’s food."

Javier Sinclair set the bucket down and said softly, "Well, I gave it something in return, so it doesn’t count as robbery."

The Demonic Beast had just given birth and was very weak when it was ambushed by Cultivators from the Immortal Domain. He happened to arrive and saved it. At first, the Bovaria thought Javier Sinclair was one of them and prepared to fight to the death, but when he spoke, the Demonic Beast was simply stunned.

The first thing Javier Sinclair said was:

"My daughter needs your milk. I’m borrowing some."

In the end, with a look of immense gratitude, the Demonic Beast "lent" him its milk. Javier Sinclair didn’t hold back, grabbing a bucket and milking it completely full before returning. As he left, the Demonic Beast lay there, its expression utterly devoid of hope.

Even though Celeste Grant wasn’t there, she could just imagine the scene. The mother Bovaria must have been thinking:

’It’s gone. There’s really not a drop left.’

Javier Sinclair glanced at the bucket on the ground. To keep the milk fresh, he summoned a maid and had her use a preservation-type Magic Treasure to store the milk from the bucket.

After the maid had withdrawn, he finally walked over to Celeste Grant’s side. He couldn’t help but ask, "Right, what did you call me for?"

"Something’s up." Celeste Grant took his hand and said, "Do you know Jocelyn Grant?"

Javier Sinclair froze at her words, then couldn’t help but say, "Huh? Why are you bringing her up again? Didn’t that woman die for good?"

Celeste Grant said, "She’s not dead. Not only is she not dead, but she’s now part of Celestria—a princess of the Golden Crow Clan."

Javier Sinclair was stunned for a moment, then remarked, "That woman is like a lingering ghost."