Chapter 479 - 477: We Meet Again, I’m So Touched You Still Remember Me

Chapter 479: Chapter 477: We Meet Again, I’m So Touched You Still Remember Me

Ever since Jocelyn Grant descended upon this world with a new identity, she had always been high and mighty. As the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan from Empyria, she prided herself on her noble bloodline, viewing everyone else as lowly ants fit only to be crushed beneath her feet.

Tsk, tsk!

Who would have thought that the Golden Crow Bloodline she was so proud of wasn’t even her own? It was stolen from someone else—her own half-sister, no less. It turned out Jocelyn Grant’s true form was just a Morvane. So what right did she have to be so arrogant!

At that moment, in the sky not far away.

Jocelyn Grant’s figure stood upon the churning river water.

A golden whip, wreathed in flames, appeared in her hand; it was her Lifebound Magical Artifact. The male cultivator across from her held a longsword, his gaze fixed on her with a vicious glare. With a great roar, his figure slowly ascended into the air.

’Seeing Kaelan burn his own bloodline... he’s trying to take me down with him.’

For the first time, Jocelyn Grant actually felt a bit of fear.

"That’s a Forbidden Technique of the Pavonine Clan! Kaelan, you lunatic!"

"A lunatic? HAHAHA! As long as I can kill you, I don’t care about any of that. I’ve been a lunatic ever since my Pavonine Clan was slaughtered, my mother took her own life, and my sister was murdered by you people! Why do you think I’ve clung to life all this time? Today, I will grind your bones to dust as an offering to the spirits of my Pavonine Clan!"

As he spoke, a vortex of Spiritual Energy swirled around him. He swung his sword toward Jocelyn Grant. The single strike cleaved the entire river in two.

"Kaelan... you’re courting death!"

The moment the words left her mouth, she lashed her whip straight toward him. In that instant, the two powerful forces collided. Both figures were sent flying by the immense impact.

As she was thrown backward, a long gash split open diagonally across her chest, and blood began to pour from her body. She felt an excruciating pain in her Divine Soul and couldn’t stop herself from spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

Before she could even react, a figure closed in. His sword plunged straight through her chest. "Hahaha... Vesper! Your day has finally come!"

PFFT...

Jocelyn Grant looked down at the sword piercing her chest, then raised her head to stare at the crazed man before her. "No... impossible."

’How could this low-born Kaelan be so strong? How could he possibly kill me?’

The sword remained in her body. Golden light emanated from the wound as cracks began to spread across her form.

’It hurts... It hurts so much.’

"AAAAAH..."

Jocelyn Grant let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Kaelan smiled.

Tears of blood fell from his eyes.

"Mother... Sister."

"I’ve avenged you."

"Hahaha... Did you see that? I’ve avenged you!"

As his voice faded, his Cultivation began to dissipate. In that moment, his hair turned white strand by strand, and his skin began to wrinkle. In a mere instant, he transformed from a young man into an old one. Yet he was still smiling, as if he didn’t care what became of him. He had gone into this battle expecting to die.

His hand trembled, no longer able to hold the sword.

Kaelan’s hand let go of the blade.

His body slowly fell from the sky.

Just as he was about to fall into the river, Celeste Grant, who was standing on the bank, reached out. She flicked out a vine that wrapped around Kaelan and casually pulled him ashore.

Kaelan’s body landed on the bank, and he immediately coughed up blood. Though he didn’t know who had helped him in his final moments, Kaelan still managed to force out a word of thanks.

"Thank you."

The moment he spoke, more blood poured from his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jocelyn Grant had fallen onto a nearby bridge. Her hair was a mess, and she was bleeding profusely. Her body was slowly disintegrating, and her Primordial Spirit had suffered a grievous blow. It really looked like she was about to die.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant had mixed feelings.

’Before I even had a chance to act, Jocelyn Grant was killed.’

Celeste Grant was a bit skeptical. Jocelyn Grant was notoriously difficult to kill, so she found it hard to believe that this fellow who had appeared out of nowhere could finish her off so easily. ’She must have some kind of trick up her sleeve,’ she thought. ’What a pity this man burned his own life force for this.’

Jocelyn Grant pushed herself up from the ground, her furious gaze fixed on Kaelan on the riverbank. She glanced down at her disintegrating body, her eyes filled with rage.

"Kaelan, do you really think this is enough to kill me? Did you really think I wouldn’t have a backup plan?"

As she spoke, she extended her hand, and a fiery red Elixir Pill appeared in her palm. The moment the pill appeared, the color drained from Kaelan’s face on the bank, his eyes filling with deep anguish.

He cried out in pain.

"Mother."

Jocelyn Grant laughed.

She loved seeing the look of despair on his face. Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Jocelyn Grant said, "This is an Elixir Pill refined from your mother’s heart’s blood and a Fire Vermilion Fruit. Kaelan, you burned your own bloodline trying to take me down with you, but too bad for you—you can’t kill me. With this pill, not only can I increase my Cultivation by a thousand years, but I also get an extra life. And I have your mother to thank for it all. I never thought she’d still have some use even after she died."

"Shut up!"

Kaelan was in despair.

He was truly in despair.

’My mother, my clansmen, my sister... Is it really impossible to avenge them?’

’The Heavenly Dao is unjust! The Heavenly Dao is unjust!’

"No... No..."

"Why?"

"I can’t accept this... I can’t accept this! Why can’t I kill you?"

His clan fought for the Immortal Realm and protected the common people. Why did they end up like this? Why do evil people get to live free while his own people couldn’t even die in peace?

Jocelyn Grant was still sneering, her gaze toward Kaelan full of contempt. She said, "Kaelan, you can’t kill me."

’What a waste of this Elixir Pill, though.’

Jocelyn Grant gripped the sword in her chest and yanked it out, sending a splash of blood into the air.

She tossed the sword aside. Just as Jocelyn Grant was about to consume the Elixir Pill, she raised her hand only to find it had suddenly vanished.

She froze for a moment, staring at the hand that had just been holding the pill. It was now completely empty.

"My Elixir Pill?"

"Who?"

Perhaps her injuries were too severe for her to notice someone approaching. That must have been how they managed to snatch her pill without her even realizing it.

Jocelyn Grant looked up and saw a person standing under a nearby willow tree. In their hand was the very same fiery red Elixir Pill that had just been snatched from her.

When Jocelyn Grant got a clear look at the person who had taken her pill, her pupils constricted, and her eyes widened in shock.

"It’s you... Celeste Grant."

The name escaped her lips—a name that was both her shame and her nightmare. There wasn’t a single moment she didn’t want to kill Celeste Grant, to crush her underfoot and grind her to ashes.

She had imagined meeting Celeste Grant countless times before, fantasizing about how she would crush her underfoot, how Celeste would grovel and beg for her life.