Chapter 481 - 479: The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend

Chapter 481: Chapter 479: The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend

She didn’t care who took the Elixir Pill, as long as it wasn’t Jocelyn Grant.

Besides, rather than letting her enemy have it, his mother would have surely wanted her own son to take it. That way, she could protect her child even in death.

Celeste Grant was a parent herself, so she understood this perfectly.

After she fed the Elixir Pill to Kaelan on the ground, tears streamed down his face, but he didn’t swallow.

Kaelan shook his head slightly, raising a hand as if to spit the pill out.

’This Elixir Pill contains my mother’s heart’s blood. As her son, how can I be so unfilial?’ However, the next moment, the pill dissolved in his mouth, and he swallowed it instinctively. The Elixir Pill transformed into the purest form of energy and flooded his body.

He felt a gentle power enveloping him, just like his mother lovingly stroking his hair.

"Mother."

"Is that you?"

It was such a warm power. He knew it was his mother, protecting him. Even though she was gone, she was still loving him in her own way.

At this thought,

he murmured.

"I understand."

"I will live on, Mother."

Kaelan had consumed the Elixir Pill.

A gentle power flowed through his entire body. At that moment, a faint light began to emanate from Kaelan on the ground.

Just then, his hand finally twitched with newfound strength. His injuries began to heal slowly. In an instant, his white hair turned black, starting from the roots. The wrinkled skin all over his body grew youthful once more.

Seeing this,

Jocelyn Grant’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets with rage.

"No, my Elixir Pill."

"You ate it! How dare you?"

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Jocelyn Grant’s eyes blazed with fury. "You think you’re worthy of my Elixir Pill?"

"Give it back! Give me back my Elixir Pill!"

Her rage was mixed with a powerlessness born of physical weakness. ’That Elixir Pill was painstakingly refined by my mother for me. What right does a lowly scoundrel like Kaelan have to take it?’

"AHHH... I’ll kill you!"

Celeste Grant straightened up, calmly dusting off her hands. "No," she said lightly. "It’s his now."

Kaelan had originally used a Forbidden Technique, boosting his Cultivation for a short time. He had intended to take Jocelyn Grant down with him to avenge his clan, his mother, and his sister. Forbidden Techniques always carry a price, and this time, the price was his life.

Now, not only had his Cultivation been restored, but it had also increased by a thousand years.

Kaelan rose from the ground and slowly lifted his hand.

He clenched it into a fist. His body was no longer weak; it was brimming with power.

’This is Mother’s power.’

Clenching his fist, his eyes filled with resolve. ’I won’t be foolish enough to throw my life away in mutual destruction again.’ Kaelan knew he had to become stronger. Only then could he one day demand justice for the Pavonine Clan.

He didn’t spare Jocelyn Grant a glance. Instead, his gaze shifted to Celeste Grant, who stood off to the side. Kaelan walked over to her, bowed slightly, and thanked her with a look of profound gratitude.

"Thank you for saving my life, my lady!"

"I am Kaelan. I will never forget the kindness you have shown me today. In the future, I will do everything in my power to repay you."

He had been determined to die, intending to take Vesper down with him. But the female cultivator before him had snatched the Elixir Pill and saved his life. It made Kaelan realize his life bore the hopes of the Pavonine Clan, his mother, and his sister. He couldn’t just die like this.

Seeing how serious he was,

Celeste Grant smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "There’s no need to be so formal. It was nothing. Besides, I can’t stand watching her profit from someone else’s sacrifice while putting on airs. And as they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I happen to have a score to settle with Fifi, so helping you was like helping myself."

Kaelan had overheard her conversation with Vesper, so he knew they were enemies. Regardless, at this moment, Kaelan was genuinely grateful to Celeste Grant.

As the saying goes, it’s easy to add flowers to a brocade but difficult to send charcoal in a snowstorm. Anyone who helps you in your time of greatest need has shown you immense kindness.

"Thank you."

"May I ask your name?"

Celeste Grant said, "Celeste Grant."

Kaelan’s face was filled with gratitude.

"Lady Claire, I consider you a friend. If you ever need anything, I will not hesitate to help."

"Claire... Then I’ll call you Claire from now on."

A figure materialized beside Celeste Grant. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the man before them. "I don’t think you’re that familiar with her, are you?" The speaker was Javier Sinclair, who had been concealed in the shadows. He hadn’t planned on revealing himself, but this preening peacock had gotten too close to his wife. ’Getting so close and calling her by her name so intimately... for what?’

The sight of Javier Sinclair made Kaelan freeze, and he instinctively took a step back. ’I didn’t sense his presence at all.’ That meant this man’s Cultivation was so powerful that Kaelan couldn’t even perceive it. Now that he had appeared, his oppressive aura felt even stronger than that of the Divine Monarchs in Empyria.

Celeste Grant smiled. "This is my husband," she introduced.

Kaelan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Greetings," he said, adding, "The two of you are a fine match, a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Javier Sinclair was quite pleased by this. Suddenly, he found this preening peacock wasn’t so irritating after all.

’A fine match?’

’Of course we are.’

’Celeste and I are a match made in heaven.’

At this thought, he gave a slight nod.

"Hmph. You’ve finally said something sensible."

When Javier Sinclair appeared,

the barely breathing Jocelyn Grant’s eyes shot wide open.

That face... she could never mistake it.

That was Javier Sinclair.

Celeste Grant’s man.

’No... this is impossible.’

’That Demon, Javier Sinclair... shouldn’t he be in the Lower Realm right now? Don’t tell me he’s already ascended.’

"You... it’s you."

Her emotions were so stirred,

she couldn’t help but cough.

More blood trickled from her lips.

"Oh? You can still talk," Celeste mused.

"So you’re not dead yet."

Jocelyn glanced from Javier Sinclair to Celeste Grant. Celeste just chuckled softly. "But... it looks like you’re close."

As she spoke, Celeste Grant linked her arm with Javier Sinclair’s and they walked toward Jocelyn, stopping a short distance away.

"You bitch... nothing good ever happens when I run into you."

"Why are you haunting me like this?"

Hearing this, Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow. She smiled. "I don’t think that’s right. Who’s the one that’s haunting who? It’s you. It’s always you. I ascended from the Lower Realm all the way to The Upper Realm, and look at you, eagerly chasing me down. Don’t tell me you descended to this place just to admire the scenery."

Of course not.

She had come for Celeste Grant. She had come to take Celeste Grant’s life. But who could have imagined things would turn out like this? At this moment, she was filled with immense regret for descending to this realm without being fully prepared.