Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

"Madam, it’s really you! You’re back."

"Haha, I knew it! That aura was unmistakable. It’s the Young Master and the others."

The newly arrived Elder Lawson and the others waved, then dropped to one knee in unison, bowing their heads and placing a hand over their chests in a gesture of utmost respect.

"Your subordinates greet The Exalted One, Madam, and the Young Master."

After paying their respects, they looked up one by one, their gazes fixed excitedly on Celeste Grant and her family of three. It was as if they had found their backbone again.

Not long after their Madam and The Exalted One had left, the Young Master had followed.

And they hadn’t returned since.

Everything in The Demonic Sects remained in perfect order.

The businesses under the Bloodfiend Den’s banner operated as usual.

They were raking in Spirit Stones hand over fist every day.

But without their Madam and the others, everyone in the Bloodfiend Den felt like something was missing. Without the Young Master around to cause trouble and blow up a few cauldrons, the Bloodfiend Den felt downright deserted.

That was why they had rushed over to greet them the moment they sensed their auras.

She saw elders and disciples, men and women alike. Seeing all the familiar faces and the familiar black robes most of the disciples wore, Celeste Grant felt a deep sense of warmth and familiarity.

It felt like coming home.

Seeing them all, Celeste Grant raised a hand.

"At ease. Everyone, please rise. The rest of you disciples may return to your duties."

"Yes, Madam. We will take our leave."

Then, Elder Lawson and the others began greeting them, one after another.

"Exalted One, you’re finally back! I was just talking about you all with Old Man Warren this morning, and here you are this afternoon."

Beside him, Old Man Warren laughed. "Old Man Lawson, I didn’t think your jinxes were so effective."

The female elder from the Bloodfiend Den’s Hall of Talismans was also beside herself with excitement. "If I’d known you were coming, Madam, I would have gone hunting yesterday! We could be having a barbecue tonight."

Elder Sawyer, standing beside her, smiled at his sister. "You can still go now. I’ll go with you in a bit. It won’t take long to hunt something down, and it’ll be fresh."

Seeing everyone’s enthusiasm, Celeste Grant’s heart warmed.

This was exactly why she had wanted to come back.

Her family and friends were here.

"Elders, please, get up."

"Thank you, Madam!"

"Thank you, Madam!"

Nerida, who had already risen, walked over to Celeste Grant and gave her a hug. "Madam, you’re finally back. All of us were hoping you’d return. And I... I’ve missed you so much."

Celeste returned the hug, patting Nerida gently on the back. "I’ve missed you too, Nerida."

Standing off to the side, Aaron Sinclair chuckled. "Aunt Nerida, what about me? You didn’t miss me?"

At his words, Nerida smiled, let go of Celeste, and walked over to him, reaching out to pinch Aaron Sinclair’s cheek. But he had grown taller, and Nerida could really feel he’d shot up quite a bit.

"You’ve grown again! Our Young Master is getting more and more handsome. I can’t imagine how many young maidens’ hearts you’re going to capture in the future."

Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair placed a hand on his hip and grinned. He said jokingly, "Aunt Nerida, you know what they say—keep the good stuff in the family. Why don’t you go find yourself a husband and have a daughter for me to marry? I wouldn’t mind at all. I promise I’ll treat her really well."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Nerida raised a clenched fist. "Young Master, do you see this fist? Is it big enough? Do you think it would hurt if I punched you?"

Aaron Sinclair said, "But I’m being serious!"

Standing nearby, Celeste Grant burst out laughing. "Haha, I think that’s a great idea."

As she spoke, she put an arm around Nerida’s shoulder. "Actually, Nerida, I don’t have any objections either. If you really do have a daughter one day, and my son is willing, and your daughter is willing, then I’m calling dibs on being the mother-in-law."

Nerida, who had been single for several hundred years, felt her world spin.

The corner of her mouth twitched. She couldn’t imagine having a daughter... which would mean she’d need a man. The thought made her shudder.

’Nope, nope, nope. Being single is great.’

’Being single makes me happy.’

’If they want another kid to raise, Madam can just have another one. I can help take care of it, so it’s not like we’re short on children.’

With that in mind, she said aloud, "Madam, I don’t think that day will ever come." In her entire life, besides raising The Exalted One, she had focused on her Cultivation. After that came her Madam and the Young Master. As for anything else... she had truly never considered it.

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Don’t be so sure, Nerida! Who knows what the future holds? After all, Cultivation is a timeless journey. You might meet that special someone when you least expect it."

Though she was partly joking, there was truth to her words. Nerida was fair-skinned and beautiful, with long legs, powerful abilities, and a high Cultivation. The purple robes she wore gave her an air of nobility. If she had a daughter, she would undoubtedly be gorgeous.

With her exceptional beauty, even Celeste Grant felt that an ordinary man wouldn’t be worthy of her. So it would be perfectly normal for her to one day find someone she loved and become Taoist Companions with them to walk the Great Path together.

Hearing this, the petrified Nerida didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She glanced at her Young Master.

’Honestly,’ she thought, ’a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius like the Young Master... having him as a son-in-law wouldn’t be a bad deal at all. I did watch him grow up, after all, so I know what his character is like. If I really did have a daughter, I would genuinely be willing to have the Young Master as my son-in-law.’

’The problem is, I don’t have one.’

’I really don’t.’

’And I’m sure I never will.’

’I’m not interested in men.’

Nerida said with a smile, "I know you’re just joking, Madam." She chuckled, her response frank. "But if that day ever did come, your subordinate would have no objections. The Young Master’s Cultivation is profound, his talent is unparalleled, and his face—having inherited the beauty of both The Exalted One and yourself—is peerlessly handsome. I wouldn’t be getting the short end of the stick with a son-in-law like that."

Celeste Grant said, "Nerida, you spoil him too much. All this praise is going to make his head swell."

Aaron Sinclair piped up, "Aunt Nerida, you’re still the one who dotes on me the most. Keep the praise coming; I can take it."

Celeste Grant ruffled her son’s hair. "Did you hear that, son? You have a fiancée now."

Hearing that, it was Aaron Sinclair’s turn to be petrified. Still, he couldn’t help but say, "Huh? For real? I’m going to take that seriously, you know."

Nearby, Elder Lawson and the others burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes!"

"We’ll be your witnesses, Young Master! If the Left Protector ever has a daughter, she’s destined to be your wife, hahaha!"

Javier Sinclair, standing off to the side: "..."

’This is one of The Demonic Sects?’

’Is this the same Demonic Sect that the other Javier Sinclair belongs to? I can’t believe it. Are these people really Demon Cultivators? Where is the dignity of The Demonic Sects? If it were me, I would never have let things develop like this.’

Just then, Nerida also noticed Javier Sinclair. She felt that The Exalted One was acting strangely this time. Thinking this, she looked at her Madam and couldn’t help but ask, "What kind of expression is that on The Exalted One’s face?" ’Is that an ’it’s hard to explain’ look, a ’this is improper’ look, or a ’you’re a hopeless case’ look? The Exalted One is so dramatic.’