Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Here, they truly felt a sense of home.

They felt they would willingly die for the Sect, that they would rather die than leave.

And so, it wasn’t long before the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den started showing off whenever they went out. Every other word out of their mouths was about how amazing "our Lady" was. It made the disciples from other Sects burn with envy. After all, she even thought of such a small detail as helping her subordinates find Taoist Companions. Who would have thought the Lady of the Venerable Lord was so considerate? What other Sect offered such benefits?

When the idea of launching a Taoist Companion matchmaking service in the Cultivation World first came up, Celeste Grant had planned to put Leo in charge. However, her eyes lit up when she saw his mother, Mae Grant, and she immediately put her in charge instead.

Leo’s mother, Mae Grant, had worked at a matchmaking agency in her youth, making her the perfect person for the job. Most importantly, she and Celeste Grant came from the same world. She knew what a matchmaking agency was and didn’t need any special explanation; she would figure out what to do on her own.

As the saying goes, every trade has its master.

When it came to matchmaking, Leo’s mother was a true force of nature. From handling promotions and hiring staff to finding suitable storefronts, she managed to get everything up and running in just three months.

Now, in the territory of the Demonic Sects, several cities had Taoist Companion matchmaking services opened by the Bloodfiend Den. Posters were placed next to the storefronts, depicting male and female cultivators holding hands and making a heart shape. Beside the image was a line of text: "If fate brings us together today, let us walk the great path of cultivation hand in hand." As for the sign, it read: The Golden Bough Matchmaking Service. To one side of the sign was the emblem of the Bloodfiend Den.

Any cultivator living in the territory of the Demonic Sects—be they Loose Cultivators, cultivators from various families, or even Demon Cultivators from the major Demonic Sects—could come in for a consultation and register, so long as they were interested. Both male and female cultivators were welcome. They could specify the requirements for their ideal Taoist Companion. If a suitable match was found, the staff at The Golden Bough Matchmaking Service would arrange a meeting. A certain fee would be charged to cover daily expenses.

Upon arrival, the staff at the matchmaking service would explain all the rules. They even emphasized that participation must be voluntary for both parties; no one could be forced.

While male cultivators who wanted to find a Taoist Companion would go and register directly, the female cultivators tended to be more reserved. So, to encourage these shy female cultivators to sign up, Celeste Grant waved her hand and unleashed her trump card.

A sign with a special notice was then placed at the entrance of The Golden Bough.

The notice was in bold, eye-catching text: "All female cultivators, regardless of sect or background, are welcome! Female cultivators from both the Immortal and Demonic Paths are invited to find your fated love. Any female cultivator interested in finding a Taoist Companion may come and register. All who register will receive a gift package from the Bloodfiend Den on the same day: one bottle of Second-grade Elixir Pills and 50 low-grade spirit stones."

Special Bonus: Any outside female cultivator who marries into the Bloodfiend Den will receive a grand wedding gift package, also provided by the Bloodfiend Den. It includes: 1,000 mid-grade spirit stones, 100 mid-grade talismans, three bottles of mid-grade elixir pills, three stalks of mid-grade spiritual medicine, and one mid-grade magical treasure.

This grand gesture caused a sensation throughout the Cultivation World.

It also attracted countless female cultivators to register. Whether they could find a Taoist Companion or not was secondary; the offer of a gift package just for signing up was too good to refuse. They’d take the gifts first and see what happened. If they actually found a suitable Taoist Companion in the process, that would be even better.

And just like that, the Bloodfiend Den’s matchmaking service got off to a smooth start. Every day, people came to inquire and register. This was especially true for the cultivators of the Bloodfiend Den itself. They were not short on cash and were willing to spend lavishly to find a compatible Taoist Companion. They paid so much that the gossipy aunties working at The Golden Bough Matchmaking Service were running themselves ragged playing matchmaker, but they couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear.

Not long after the matchmaking service opened, it had already successfully matched over 300 couples. It was an excellent start.

These matches were all made based on the clients’ stated requirements for a partner, with Leo’s Mother also taking their personalities into account to find complementary pairings. This helped them find partners who balanced them out, leaving both sides very satisfied.

And so, Leo’s mother, operating in a field she knew so well, was truly in her element and shining brightly. She absolutely loved her current job. In her own words, whenever she went out now, she’d see two birds in a tree and feel the urge to set them up.

It was another afternoon.

In Bloodfiend City.

On the second floor of The Golden Bough Matchmaking Service.

In a private room.

Celeste Grant was sipping on some fruit juice that a disciple from downstairs had brought up.

She was sitting by the window, a few plates of pastries and Spirit Fruits on the table before her. Outside, a light rain was falling with a soft PITTER-PATTER. A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, bringing a slight chill to her face.

She had come into the city to wander around today and decided to stop by when she was passing through.

Just then, she heard a sound from the next room.

Celeste Grant lifted her eyes slightly to look.

She saw a skinny male cultivator wave his hand, presenting several chests of Spirit Stones. He had only one request. "Find this young master a tall Taoist Companion. Looks are secondary, but her cultivation must be strong. My requirement for a partner is that her cultivation should be at the Golden Core Stage or higher. If possible, I don’t mind marrying into her family."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant nearly choked.

’Good heavens,’

’someone is actually eager to marry into his wife’s family.’

Even Celeste Grant was curious about his situation. He was handsome enough, just a bit thin and frail-looking, with a sickly air about him.

Just then, she heard the skinny male cultivator speak. "You see, my parents died young, and I’ve been in poor health since I was a child. My uncles have been eyeing my inheritance greedily, so I just want to find a wife who can protect me. That’s not too much to ask, is it?" Seeing the other person remain silent, he thought his demands were too high.

He sighed.

With another wave of his hand, he produced a few more chests of Spirit Stones.

"This is all I can offer."

Finally, Leo’s Mother lifted a hand to close her jaw, which had dropped open. She raised her other hand to stop him. "That’s enough, that’s enough! Fellow Taoist, please take these back. What you’ve already given is plenty. Go home and wait for my good news."

The skinny male cultivator then blushed and added, "Can you please hurry? I’m in a rush."

’In a rush?’ Celeste Grant’s gaze fell on the skinny man’s face. ’This young cultivator is actually quite good-looking.’ Suddenly, an idea flashed through Celeste’s mind, and a figure floated through her thoughts.

’His requirements... there’s someone who seems to be a perfect fit: Rook’s sister, Daisy Grant. She’s in the Late Stage of Golden Core, tall, and formidable—an absolute powerhouse of a woman. While her looks are average, she’s not ugly, and she swings that great hammer of hers with ferocious power. When Rook and his sister Daisy stand together, they look strikingly similar, just one is a larger version of the other.’

’As for this male cultivator looking so thin and sickly, that’s not a problem. Once he becomes a son-in-law of our Bloodfiend Den, is there any ailment we can’t cure?’

Thinking of this, she smiled faintly.

And took out her phone.