Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Back with Celeste Grant, her gaze fell upon the Ancient Mirror.

The Ancient Mirror in her hand was still emitting a flowing golden light.

"Javier Sinclair, that Black Dragon that appeared on your end looked really strong, but you killed it in a single blow. And the way you pulled out its Dragon Tendon was so cool! I used to think all Dragon Tendons had a golden glow, but I never expected one to be pitch-black like this."

"This Black Dragon was causing trouble in Terrus and was being hunted by Celestria, so it fled to the Demon Realm. Hmm, it disturbed my peace." The main issue was that the creature had trespassed on his territory and spoken insolently. The wretched dragon had demanded that Javier give up his place of secluded cultivation, threatening to teach him a lesson if he refused.

He didn’t think much of a minor dragon, but this one was suffused with resentful energy and gave off a foul stench.

As the Demon God, Javier Sinclair was very particular about cleanliness, so he "cleaned up" the dragon.

Celeste Grant spoke up, "I can see the resentful energy on that Black Dragon has already materialized. It must have devoured many people, so killing it was the right thing to do."

"The souls of most of those mortals are still intact, attached to this Dragon Tendon."

Hearing this, Celeste said, "So the souls of the mortals it devoured haven’t been refined yet? In that case, you should purify them and send them on to be reincarnated. Think of it as accumulating good karma for our daughter."

On the other side of the Ancient Mirror.

Javier Sinclair’s tall, slender figure stood still. He looked down at the Dragon Tendon in his hand. Tens of thousands of Maligna floated above the pitch-black tendon, but suppressed by his aura, they dared not make a sound.

He held the Dragon Tendon coiled in several loops. With a casual flick of his wrist, he shook it. The next moment, a golden rune lit up in his palm. At the same time, the tens of thousands of Maligna were instantly purified.

At that moment, countless transparent soul bodies appeared near him. The Maligna he had so casually purified had returned to their original forms.

The soul bodies knelt, their faces filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Demon God."

"Thank you for purifying us, Lord Demon God."

"We thank you, Divine Sovereign."

"The Lord Demon God is truly a good person."

The Demon God: "..."

’Why does that comment displease me so much?’

He waved his hand.

The next moment.

The tens of thousands of soul bodies dissolved into motes of starlight and vanished into the air, on their way to begin the next cycle of reincarnation.

He lifted his gaze to Celeste Grant in the Ancient Mirror and said, "They have been sent to be reincarnated."

Celeste Grant smiled and said, "Husband, you’re actually quite a nice person. But then, you’ve always been this good."

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’This woman calls me ’Husband’ so easily. It just rolls off her tongue.’

"I am the Demon God."

He emphasized again.

Perhaps it was because she kept calling him ’Husband,’ but he felt a strange sensation creeping over him. He never used to have such emotional fluctuations, but now, his reactions to seeing her grew stronger each time. He didn’t know what to make of it.

On the other side, however, she was simply smiling at him.

"Husband... you don’t like it when I call you that? Then what would you like me to call you? The Archfiend? Lord Demon God? Or maybe Old Fiend Sinclair? Or perhaps you’d prefer ’my dearest husband,’ ’you rascal,’ or..." She paused, leaned closer to the Ancient Mirror, and lowered her voice. "Or maybe you’d like me to call you ’Big Brother’? Just say the word, and I’ll do it."

’Big Brother?’

Javier Sinclair froze for a second.

His breath hitched, his hand trembled, and he took a step back, a look of pure shock on his face.

If Celeste Grant could see him now, she would surely see him standing there, stiff as a board. His face was bright red, a picture of pure innocence that hadn’t changed even with his status as the Demon God.

Javier Sinclair said, "You... just stick with ’Husband’."

His tone was a little frantic now.

’At least it’s better than ’Big Brother’.’

’When this woman says ’Big Brother,’ it doesn’t sound like an innocent term at all.’

Celeste Grant smiled faintly and said, "See? I didn’t force you this time. You agreed on your own. So from now on, I’ll call you Husband."

’Haven’t you been calling me that all along?’

Even if he forbade her, would she actually stop? Obviously not. In his future, he was her Taoist Companion, and they even had a pair of children. So, even now, he seemed to have no reason to tell her to stop.

Claiming he wasn’t interested in her, could never like her, and would never have anything to do with her was even more absurd. It would be a direct contradiction. If they were to have two children in the future, then his future self and this woman must have a very good relationship.

Javier Sinclair fell silent!

’How could I, the magnificent Demon God, feel like I’m being led around by the nose?’

’Forget it!’

She was pregnant, after all.

No... in the future, she was pregnant with his child. So, he wouldn’t argue with a woman. And he certainly wouldn’t argue with a woman carrying his child.

"Do as you please."

He sighed.

His tone was filled with resignation.

With the Maligna purified, the Dragon Tendon in his hand had now turned a lustrous, milky white. Javier gave it a casual flick. The Dragon Tendon shot out like a whip, incredibly resilient. As it cracked through the air, the sound of a dragon’s cry could be heard.

He thought about the daughter he would have with that woman in the future. Thinking of that beautiful little girl, he fell silent for a moment, his gaze landing on the milky-white Dragon Tendon in his hand.

’I could refine this into a whip, but it’s possible my daughter won’t like whips.’

At this thought, he coiled the Dragon Tendon back into his hand.

He suddenly asked a question.

"What do little girls like?"

On the other side, Celeste Grant was taken aback. His thoughts seemed to jump so quickly that she couldn’t quite keep up. She couldn’t help but ask, "What age are we talking about? Wait a minute... Javier Sinclair, what little girl? Don’t tell me you had some old flame I don’t know about."

Javier Sinclair’s brow twitched slightly as he retorted, "Do I look like I would?"

’Isn’t she his old flame? How could this woman not know who he’s involved with? If it were anyone else, would he still be standing here listening to their chatter?’

"Alright, as long as you don’t. So what little girl are you talking about?"

He said irritably, "I’m talking about the one in your belly."

"Oh, you mean our daughter! You should have just said so instead of being all vague."

Celeste froze for a second, then reached out to touch her stomach. She smiled into the Ancient Mirror. "Why are you asking? Hehe, Javier Sinclair, it looks like you really do like the idea of a daughter. You’re already asking what little girls like. It really depends on the person, but generally, little girls a few years old like jumping rope, pretty things, and little dresses. They might also like fluffy Spirit Beasts and things like that. But we won’t know the specifics until she’s born. Just you wait! I’ll tell you after she’s born."

As her voice faded, Javier Sinclair murmured, "They like pretty things."

’Little girls like jumping rope?’

’Then this Dragon Tendon might actually be useful.’

He released his hand.