Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Is it really that funny?"

Celeste Grant said, "I don’t normally laugh, but I can’t help myself! HAHAHAHA... My dear Archfiend, your craftsmanship is something else. Back in my hometown, they’d probably declare this an item of intangible cultural heritage."

Javier Sinclair blushed and looked away, muttering, "I made all of these by hand. They’ll look so festive wherever we hang them. And if we have a daughter someday, she can play with them." ’Our daughter will surely love them.’

Hearing this, Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him.

’Festive?’

’You must have a very different definition of festive!’

’Wait a minute... He wants to give them to our daughter as toys?’

An image flashed through Celeste Grant’s mind: a beautiful little girl standing in a pile of skulls, a sinister grin spreading across her face. ’Yikes, that’s terrifying.’

’That’s a mental image I’d rather not see.’

She quickly waved her hand, as if to banish the thought. ’No, that will never happen. After all, not everyone is like my Archfiend, with his love for skulls. If I have a daughter, she’ll surely love pretty dresses and beautiful things.’

With this in mind, she spoke up.

"I don’t think that will be necessary! I’m sure if we have a daughter, she won’t like these at all. Little girls usually like fluffy things, like small animals and plush dolls, or pretty little dresses. If not that, then at least beautiful treasures."

Javier Sinclair’s gaze shifted to Celeste Grant’s face. He smiled. "I have a feeling. Our daughter will definitely love them." His daughter would most likely take after him. At that thought, his dream of having a daughter became impossible to suppress.

Celeste Grant: "..."

"Let’s not talk about this for now. It’s too early, mainly because we don’t have a daughter yet."

’He still didn’t have a daughter.’

’No daughter.’

Javier Sinclair wrapped his arm around her waist. Lowering his gaze to her stomach, he said with a completely serious expression, "Rest assured, my dear. I will work hard."

Once she realized what he meant, Celeste Grant blushed. She immediately raised a hand to cover his mouth. "I don’t think you need to work any harder. You’re already... great."

’Mainly because I can’t handle it.’

’My legs are still weak.’

’So, my wife is admitting how good I am!’ Javier Sinclair grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on it.

At that moment, Celeste Grant’s gaze fell to the skulls on the ground. "This is the kingdom of skulls my husband conquered for me. I’ll just put them away for now." As she spoke, she reached out her hand. The pile of skulls flew up and was drawn into her Storage Ring.

Celeste Grant didn’t collect all the skulls in The Forbidden Land, leaving some behind. ’They can serve as a final safeguard for the Bloodfiend Den. It’s best to leave a few, in case they can be used to block a devastating attack. After we ascend to The Upper Realm, if the Bloodfiend Den ever runs into trouble, these will come in handy.’

"I’ll take these and leave the rest here."

Javier Sinclair had no objection.

"Mm."

Looking at the bright, sunny day, Celeste Grant squeezed the hand of the man beside her. "Let’s head out. I miss our son." She tugged Javier Sinclair along, leading him out of The Forbidden Land. The warm sunlight bathed them as they walked hand in hand, a gentle, pleasant breeze caressing their faces.

To her, it felt as if barely any time had passed since she entered seclusion, but in the outside world, thirty years had gone by. This was why they said that for a Cultivator, a thousand years can pass in the blink of an eye.

Hearing her words, Javier Sinclair stopped. He glanced at her and said, "Did I not mention it? Our son went out to focus on his Cultivation. He sent me a message before he left saying he was going into seclusion for a period of time. He probably isn’t out yet."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant stopped in her tracks.

Celeste Grant wasn’t too surprised to hear her son was in seclusion.

’Seclusion is a normal part of Cultivation.’

’I just didn’t expect him to go into seclusion so soon after I did. It seems our son is quite diligent with his Cultivation. He must want to ascend to The Upper Realm with us.’ She then said aloud, "Good for him. Our son is working hard. We shouldn’t disturb him."

It was taboo to disturb a Cultivator during secluded Cultivation. A light interruption could damage their meridians, while a severe one could injure their Divine Soul. That’s why Cultivators always chose their seclusion location carefully, to prevent anyone with malicious intent from interfering.

Just as Celeste Grant was saying they shouldn’t disturb their son, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, a suffocating sensation.

She clutched her chest.

"Our son..."

It wasn’t just her. At that same moment, Javier Sinclair also looked up, his expression changing.

It was a heart-wrenching palpitation, born from the resonance of their bloodline.

Cultivators like them usually placed a spiritual mark on their children. Thus, if their child was in danger, the parents would be the first to sense it.

’In The Cultivation World, it’s rare to find anyone who can match our son’s current level of Cultivation. Plus, that boy is as cunning as they come; most people who cross him only end up on the losing side. For him to be in this much danger, there’s only one possibility... His opponent isn’t from this world.’

"Dare to harm my son? I’ll have your life."

In almost an instant, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair vanished from The Forbidden Land. Using a Space Technique, they instantly traversed thousands of miles to Aaron Sinclair’s location.

「Meanwhile.」

「Deep underground in the Demonic Beast Mountains, within a natural ice cave.」

Aaron Sinclair was in secluded Cultivation. Everything had been going smoothly, and his breakthrough should have been completely safe. That is, until a wisp of a Primordial Spirit—belonging to an Evil Cultivator from The Upper Realm—coveted his body. It sought to obliterate his Primordial Spirit and seize his physical form.

His expression was grim.

A trickle of blood stained the corner of his mouth.

In his Primordial Spirit Sea, a figure was conversing with him.

Just moments ago, this foreign Primordial Spirit had attempted a forced possession, only to be blasted by a powerful force emanating from within Aaron Sinclair’s own Primordial Spirit. The shock nearly caused the intruder’s Divine Soul to dissipate completely. Fortunately, it had held back some of its power, leading to the current stalemate between the two.

The spirit was still talking.

"I know this must be hard for you, but I’m taking this body today, one way or another."

"However, I don’t like being indebted to anyone. Since I’m taking your body, tell me if you have any grudges or unfulfilled wishes, and I can complete them for you. I’d rather not do this by force, but my entire family was murdered, and I must have revenge. This body of yours is a natural-born Divine Demon Body. If I were to cultivate with it, I could quickly become the strongest there is and avenge my family. Rest assured, I will carry you with me to the pinnacle of power. I will ensure you are revered by the masses, and that your name resounds throughout the Immortal Domain."

Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair just let out a dry laugh.

"Do I look like an idiot? You want to steal my body and you expect me to be grateful? You’ve got some nerve. You said it yourself—my body has incredible talent, a one-in-ten-thousand Divine Demon Body. You think I can’t cultivate on my own? That I need *your* help?"

"Oh, wow..." Aaron taunted. "Well said, truly. ’Don’t like being indebted,’ ’help me fulfill my wishes’... as if I give a damn about any of that. And as for avenging your family? What the hell does that have to do with me? There’s a saying: the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Seeing what a pathetic wreck you are, your family couldn’t have been much better. You should learn some self-reflection. Why didn’t this person kill someone else? Why did they go out of their way to wipe out your entire family? Maybe you should look for the reason in yourself."