Chapter 480 - 478: We Meet Again, and I’m So Touched You Remember Me

Chapter 480: Chapter 478: We Meet Again, and I’m So Touched You Remember Me

Jocelyn Grant had considered every possibility, but she never imagined their reunion would be under these circumstances. Not only had she been stabbed and left in a wretched state, on the brink of death, but she had also been seen by Celeste Grant, who then snatched away her life-saving elixir pill.

She was probably so shocked by Celeste Grant’s appearance that her voice rose several octaves when she cried out her name. The emotional turmoil made the wound on her chest bleed even more heavily, and she coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood.

At that moment, Jocelyn Grant felt her vision go dark.

She could feel her Life Force draining away and her Cultivation dissipating. Propping herself up with a hand on the ground, she looked up toward Celeste Grant, her eyes wide enough to pop out of their sockets.

’Damn it, damn it.’

She had descended to this Lower Realm for the sole purpose of getting revenge on Celeste Grant. But she had yet to achieve her goal, yet to exact her revenge. Instead, she had been wounded by someone else, and without that Elixir Pill refined from the heart’s blood of Kaelan’s mother, her very survival was in question.

"Celeste Grant."

She spat the name out with venom.

Celeste Grant took a step back, raising a hand to gently touch her ear. "Geez, why are you yelling? I can hear you just fine. I know we’re old acquaintances, but you don’t have to be so passionate. You’re making me feel a bit awkward."

Jocelyn Grant choked out, "You..."

The moment she spoke,

she just coughed up more blood.

"Stop that. You look absolutely pathetic."

"You know, it’s been so long. I can’t believe you still remember me. I’m truly touched." As she spoke, Celeste Grant tightened her grip on the Elixir Pill. "Look, I’m so moved I could almost cry."

’They say women shouldn’t make things hard for other women, that they should help each other. And she would. She could help anyone... but not Jocelyn Grant. She didn’t deserve it.’

So, Celeste Grant didn’t forget to add a few words designed to be as devastating as any blade.

"You... you what? What were you trying to say? Did becoming the princess of some crow clan make you a stutterer? It’s alright, don’t worry. I don’t discriminate against the handicapped."

Jocelyn Grant: "..."

More blood... and still more blood... She felt her body grow increasingly weak. The ground beneath her was stained crimson with her blood, creating a tragic sight.

Celeste Grant felt not a shred of pity.

’If she dies, all the better. It would save me the trouble of doing it myself.’

She didn’t make a move.

But she didn’t hold back from verbally kicking Jocelyn while she was down. She was just that sort of insidious person. Her happiness was built upon the suffering of an old enemy.

Jocelyn stretched out her hand.

Her face was flushed crimson with the effort.

"The Elixir Pill... my Elixir Pill..."

"Oh, you mean this? I understand." Celeste Grant looked at her with an expression of feigned understanding. Then she added, "Look at you, being so polite with an old acquaintance. Giving me such a precious gift the moment we meet, how could I possibly accept? But then again, since you’ve already offered, I can’t very well refuse. As they say, it’s the thought that counts. I’ll gladly accept this gift."

Jocelyn Grant trembled with rage. "You... you’re shameless!"

’Shameless. Utterly shameless! After all this time, that bitch Celeste Grant was even more brazen and shameless than before. How could she say such shameless things with such a straight face?’

Celeste Grant put on a look of not having heard a thing and said deliberately, "What was that? The wind’s too loud, I couldn’t hear you. Oh, you said you’ll give me another gift next time? Alright, alright! After you’ve been so kind, I’d almost feel bad about getting rough with you."

"Bitch..." Jocelyn Grant reached out, using Magic to make a grasping motion with her hand. She wanted to use all her remaining strength to snatch back the Elixir Pill that had been stolen from her.

Seeing her attempt to grab it,

Celeste Grant said, "Now, that’s not right. Once it’s in my hands, it’s mine. How could you have the audacity to try and take it back?"

’How could she possibly let Jocelyn take back something that was already in her hands?’

’Impossible!’

She casually raised a hand to block the attack, then gathered her Cultivation and slapped Jocelyn from across the distance. The force of the blow was so great it sent Jocelyn tumbling across the ground.

Whoops!

"My apologies. I didn’t realize you were so fragile."

"I really just gave a little wave of my hand, and you went tumbling like that. Jocelyn Grant, are you trying to pull a scam on me? I’ll have you know, I’m very poor. No money here. Heh heh heh... But you really are weak right now. You look like you’re about to die. Oh, your body is starting to crack, and your Primordial Spirit is cracking too. If you don’t get some help soon, your Divine Soul will be completely annihilated."

If you wanted a textbook example of gloating and kicking someone while they’re down, this was it.

Jocelyn Grant pointed a trembling finger at her, fuming.

"Cel... Celeste Grant... Don’t you get too pleased with yourself."

"Give... the Elixir Pill... back to me."

"I... I am the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan... My father is... a Divine Monarch... of Empyria... If I die, Empyria will not spare you."

Even now, she didn’t forget to make threats, thinking that throwing her status around would intimidate Celeste Grant. A pity for her, Celeste Grant wasn’t one to be easily frightened.

"The Princess of the Golden Crow Clan? Oh, I’m so scared." Celeste’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "And I hear your father is a Divine Monarch of Empyria. With such a noble status, I’ll admit, I can’t compete with you when it comes to having a powerful dad."

Then her tone shifted, and she smiled. "However, I get the feeling that your title as Princess of the Golden Crow Clan is a little... inflated."

"Oh, that’s right! I heard you’re actually just a Morvane. And that Golden Crow Bloodline of yours? I heard you stole it from someone else."

A lump formed in Jocelyn Grant’s throat, and she felt utterly humiliated. Her eyes turned red as she retorted, "Nonsense... What do you know? She owed it to me!"

Celeste Grant cut her off. "Right, right, everyone owes you. You can always find the perfect excuse for everything you do, can’t you? Like back in the Lower Realm, when you stabbed your own man. You’re never in the wrong, are you? It’s always someone else’s fault."

Celeste Grant shook her head and spat contemptuously. "Tsk, tsk, Jocelyn Grant. I’ve noticed you have a real fondness for stealing other people’s things. Back in the Cultivation World of the Lower Realm, you dug out someone’s Spirit Root for your own use and called them useless. Now, in Empyria, you seize your own sister’s Golden Crow Bloodline and claim she owed it to you. You’ve got some nerve. I’m impressed! I have to hand it to you."

Seeing her own body starting to break down, Jocelyn Grant grew desperate. She stretched out a hand and said hurriedly, "Give me back my Elixir Pill! I’ll agree to one condition, anything at all."

At this moment, Jocelyn Grant began to panic.

The memories of being utterly dominated by Celeste Grant were still vivid, so seeing her again now stirred a subconscious fear. Had they met before her injury, Jocelyn Grant wouldn’t have been afraid. But now, with her Primordial Spirit damaged, her body collapsing, and her life slipping away, she was no match for Celeste. If Celeste were to attack now, she would surely be defeated.

Right now, all she wanted was to get her Elixir Pill back.

Celeste Grant pinched the fiery red Elixir Pill between her fingers.

"You want this?"

Jocelyn Grant’s face filled with anticipation.

"Give it to me."

"Give it to you? In your dreams."

Then, right before Jocelyn’s staring eyes, Celeste Grant flipped the pill in her hand, and in a flash, she appeared beside Kaelan. She bent down and shoved the Elixir Pill straight into his mouth.

’This was refined from his mother’s heart’s blood. If her spirit is watching, she would surely be happy to know it was used to save her son.’

It wasn’t that she wasn’t tempted by such a treasure.

It was just... this Elixir Pill was refined from another man’s mother’s heart’s blood. Even if it could grant her a thousand years of Cultivation, she couldn’t bring herself to swallow it.

’Just consider it my good deed for the day!’