Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Seeing that Aaron Sinclair wouldn’t listen to him, the wisp of a foreign Primordial Spirit standing before him stiffened, its expression turning ugly.

Its eyes blazed with anger.

If not for its fear of the power it had just sensed in his Primordial Spirit Sea, it would have already forced the possession. It wouldn’t be wasting its breath here.

It struggled to control its rage and said, "Young man, you should know that if I were to force this possession, you would be powerless to resist. I am not a bad person, so I don’t wish to harm you. How about this? I can take a step back. I will allow you to share this body with me. Once my Cultivation grows strong enough for me to take my revenge, I will return the body to you."

Aaron Sinclair glanced at it and sneered, "Ha! That’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard. Do bad guys have ’bad guy’ written on their faces? You’ll ’take a step back’ and ’allow’ me to share my body with you? I’ve met plenty of shameless people, but someone as shameless as you is a rare sight. You need a body to live and get your revenge, so I’m supposed to be compassionate, hand mine over with pleading eyes, and then tell you to live a good life?"

At this, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "You old bastard... I’m afraid you’ve read too many trashy novels. Or maybe your brain’s turned to mush from eating too much shit."

The foreign Evil Cultivator’s face was grim. It couldn’t hold back its anger any longer. "Kid, you’re pushing your luck! You think I can’t do anything to you?"

Aaron Sinclair raised an eyebrow and gave a cold smirk. "Bring it on." He crooked a finger. "You think I’m scared of you? Whatever big moves you have, feel free to use them. It’s not that I’m looking down on you, but if you old bastards had any real skill, you would’ve possessed me already instead of just standing here yapping."

The other pointed at him, its face ashen with fury.

"I’ll kill you, kid!"

"Even if you didn’t say that, I was already planning to kill you, you old bastard."

The two of them began to fight directly within the Primordial Spirit Sea.

Aaron Sinclair had no intention of clashing head-on. Instead, he began to maneuver and wear it down. He always remembered his mother’s words: if you have the numbers to gang up on someone, never get into a desperate one-on-one fight.

The Forbidden Spell his father had left in his Primordial Spirit had been triggered, so this old thing couldn’t possess him. However, it wouldn’t be easy for Aaron Sinclair to kill it either. Even if he used an extreme Magic to obliterate it, his own Primordial Spirit would surely suffer heavy damage. It wasn’t worth the cost. So, it was better to wait for his dear old dad to arrive.

’As for calling for my dad to kill some old bastard being embarrassing... Heh heh heh, we villains don’t need to worry about face. We only care about the results, not the process. Mom always said that the one who survives to the end is the real winner.’

"Get out of my body, you old bastard!"

"Ignorant child, I will kill you!"

"Pah! You shameless dung beetle!"

...

When Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant’s figures appeared in the subterranean ice cave, they saw their meditating son spit out a mouthful of blood. The crimson splash was shockingly conspicuous on his white, gold-embroidered robes.

Seeing her son injured, Celeste Grant’s pupils constricted, a towering rage surging in her eyes.

"Annie!"

She cried out, her figure flashing to her son’s side. With a quick Sealing gesture, Celeste Grant sent a stream of Magic into her son’s body to stabilize his Divine Soul.

Javier Sinclair, beside her, moved even faster.

Javier Sinclair’s expression was glacial, his body radiating an intense killing intent. Crimson runes surfaced in his bloodthirsty eyes. "What filth is this... Daring to possess my son? I’ll have your Divine Soul utterly obliterated."

His voice was grim and cold from the moment he spoke.

Javier Sinclair rarely lost his temper, but at this moment, he was truly furious. Harming his son was far more serious than trying to kill him.

As he spoke, he reached out and snatched at the air. A powerful aura, strong enough to shatter heavens and earth, erupted from him. The moment that pressure appeared, the Evil Cultivator’s Primordial Spirit inside Aaron Sinclair’s Primordial Spirit Sea paled drastically.

Before that terrifying pressure, it felt no different from an ant on the roadside, ready to be crushed by any passerby.

The foreign Evil Cultivator’s form trembled instinctively, its eyes filled with terror. ’This feeling... this pressure... it’s as terrifying as facing one of those old Demons from The Demonic Domain.’

"No... This is impossible!"

"Isn’t this the Lower Realm? How can a Cultivator with such powerful Cultivation exist in the Lower Realm? Who are you?"

As soon as its voice fell, a massive, spectral figure appeared within the Primordial Spirit Sea. A giant hand reached out and seized it. Its Primordial Spirit Body was caught directly in the other’s grasp.

Seeing the spectral figure, Aaron Sinclair broke into a smile. He patted his chest and said, "Man, Dad, you’re finally here. Any later and your son would’ve been a goner."

A hand gently rested on his head.

"Was your Primordial Spirit injured by him?"

"I’m fine, just a few minor injuries. This rotten old man wanted to possess me and steal my body—he’s the worst." ’My body is a one-in-a-million Divine Demon Body, and I have a Top-grade Ice Spirit Root on top of that. It’s a constitution that can practice both The Immortal and Demonic Paths, so it’s normal to be coveted. I was careless. I never thought I’d run into an Evil Cultivator from the Upper Realm while in seclusion in this ice cave. I’ll have to be more careful from now on.’

Javier Sinclair’s gaze fell on his son. Only after confirming that his Primordial Spirit was unharmed did he nod slightly.

Hearing the conversation between father and son, the Evil Cultivator clutched in Javier Sinclair’s hand was scared to death.

It shook its head repeatedly.

Its face was a mask of pleading.

"No... Let me go."

"Senior... There must be some kind of misunderstanding."

A voice filled with killing intent slowly rang out.

"A misunderstanding? Using a Forbidden Technique to enter my son’s Primordial Spirit Sea was a misunderstanding? Trying to obliterate my son’s Primordial Spirit to possess his body was also a misunderstanding?"

’This terrifyingly powerful expert is actually this kid’s father. If I had known earlier, I never would have dared.’

’The heavens truly want me dead.’

In the Upper Realm, he had been hunted down, his entire family annihilated.

He had barely managed to escape to this Lower Realm, only to encounter a cultivation genius with one-in-a-million talent. He thought it was a blessing from the heavens, that once he stole this kid’s body, he would have the capital to fight his way back and take revenge. He never imagined the boy had such a powerful father backing him.

’This is definitely not a Transcendance Tribulation Stage Cultivator.’

’I should have realized sooner. The kid himself is a Mahayana Realm Cultivator, yet his bone age is less than a hundred years. To be able to raise such a prodigy, his parents couldn’t possibly be ordinary people.’

He came from Valerium, the Upper Realm. Even though his physical body was destroyed, his Primordial Spirit still had the Cultivation of the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. That was why, after first setting his sights on this body, he had already considered the boy a dead man and planned to possess him directly. He just never expected things to develop so differently from what he had imagined.

Back in the ice cave, the meditating Aaron Sinclair’s complexion had already improved, his breathing steady and strong.

At the same time, Javier Sinclair dragged the Primordial Spirit of an old man out of his son’s body. The spirit condensed into a palm-sized speck, clutched in Javier Sinclair’s hand.