Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 502: Chapter 500: Is it really you?

The day she left, she had given him a Bone Whistle.

The Bone Whistle was consecrated with her blood, so if someone else held it and called for her, Nerida would be able to sense it.

But Nerida never expected that the man would actually use the Bone Whistle to find her.

The sound was so faint.

There was only one possibility: Young Lord Aeron was in danger. Considering what she had done to him, he would never have sought her out unless it was truly a matter of life and death.

Thinking of Young Lord Aeron, an image of his clean, pure eyes and his handsome face unconsciously surfaced in Nerida’s mind. His gentle gaze, his solid chest, and even the way his long hair fell over his shoulder when he blushed. It felt as if it were still brushing against her cheek.

Her hands paused.

A trace of awkwardness appeared on her flamboyant, beautiful face.

She shook her head slightly, pushing the unusual feelings aside. ’This isn’t the time for that. I have to save him first.’

With that thought, she rose from her meditative position on the bed, and her figure instantly vanished from the room. When she reappeared, she was already in the night sky.

Her tall figure now stood suspended in mid-air as a gentle night breeze rustled her clothes. She lifted her gaze slightly, looking out into the darkness.

She raised her hands and channeled her Demon Technique, her fingers weaving through the motions of Sealing.

Nerida closed her eyes. In that instant, her Divine Sense spread over all of Silvanis, immediately pinpointing the man’s location.

It was in a mountain range teeming with Demonic Beasts. His aura was there.

Having confirmed his location, Nerida’s form dissolved into a surge of black and red Demonic Qi, instantly streaking toward the spot. As a Demon Cultivator, what she emitted was Demonic Qi.

「Meanwhile.」

Deep within the mountain range overrun with Demonic Beasts, the roars of creatures could be heard from time to time. On a night like this, the mountains were exceptionally dangerous.

In the dense forest at night, a man covered in blood had been chased here. This man was none other than the Young Master of Silvanis, Aeron.

His body lay on the ground, his blood staining the earth. His long, blood-matted hair stuck to his face. Young Lord Aeron struggled to get up, but the moment he tried to channel his power, he coughed up more blood.

Two months ago, in several cities in the northern region of Silvanis, a large number of Cultivators had died without reason, their bodies reduced to dried corpses.

Aeron had come to investigate this very matter.

He just never expected the mastermind to be King Reynard, his royal aunt.

His royal aunt and his mother, the Queen, were sisters who had always seemed close. He remembered his aunt holding him when he was a child. He never thought it was all a lie.

He truly couldn’t believe that this aunt of his was so depraved, using living people as sacrifices to cultivate an Evil Skill just to become stronger.

Her Cultivation now far surpassed his own. She was no longer the aunt he remembered. After her deeds were exposed, his aunt had been bent on killing him, hunting him all the way to this place.

’I might really die here tonight.’

He looked at the woman in the veiled hat standing not far from him.

He lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes filled with anguish.

"You’re using living people as sacrifices for your Cultivation. You’re insane."

"Why are you doing this? You’re a member of The Royal Family... COUGH COUGH..."

He coughed up blood as soon as he spoke.

Hearing this, the woman stepped forward with a loud laugh. HA HA HA.

She took off her hat, revealing a face that bore some resemblance to his. However, one side of her face was marred by two black, bulging veins, a horrifying sight. It must be a side effect of practicing the Evil Skill.

She spread her hands, threw her head back, and laughed. "Insane? No... I’m not insane." As she spoke, she lowered her head, her gaze falling upon him.

Her smile vanished as she looked down at her own hands.

"’Why am I doing this?’ This is power. Do you see? As long as I have immense power, I can have anything I want."

"This king is perfectly lucid. As long as I can become stronger, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed. For the lives of mere ants to become stepping stones on my path of Cultivation is their honor. They should feel privileged to witness my power! Ha ha!"

She was overjoyed, utterly thrilled.

Feeling the immense power within her body, all the frustrations of the past were washed away in this one moment.

As the Young Master of Silvanis, those who died were his people. It was his own incompetence that he couldn’t protect them. "Insolence! You deserve to die!"

At his words, King Reynard scoffed. "I deserve to die? My dear nephew, do you still think you’re the high and mighty Young Lord Aeron? No, no. You’re just a man on the verge of death. My dear nephew, you never imagined this day would come, did you? Ha ha ha!"

She looked down on him from above.

Her laughter stopped, and her gaze, fixed on him, was filled with hatred.

That look.

She truly wanted him dead.

King Reynard spoke again. "You know, my dear nephew, you should have died long ago."

"Everyone says you’re a once-in-a-millennium cultivation prodigy, the hope of Silvanis. For a mere man like you to become the Young Master of Silvanis is a joke. On what grounds? I am the one with the legitimate royal bloodline! My royal sister has only one son—you. She has no other heir. I am clearly the rightful successor, so why did everyone choose you?"

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became.

"A mere man like you, wanting to become the monarch of Silvanis. That position should have been mine! It’s mine! You should have been waiting to be married off, so why did you covet something that doesn’t belong to you?"

Aeron looked at her and said coldly, "Blinded by greed and utterly selfish." ’If the kingdom falls into the hands of someone like this, it would be a betrayal to our ancestors and all the people of this land.’

King Reynard let out a cold laugh.

"Blinded by greed? And you all aren’t? This is how the world works. The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit. That is an immutable truth."

She looked down at him.

"My dear nephew, don’t blame your aunt."

"If you must blame someone, blame yourself for standing in my way. Only with you dead can this world be mine."

Aeron’s injuries were too severe. His vision was starting to go black.

He had held on until now, but he truly couldn’t last any longer.

He tightly clutched the Bone Whistle the woman had left him. He had blown it earlier, calling for her help. In truth, Aeron didn’t know if she had been tricking him, or if she would even come. He was just clinging to that single sliver of hope.

He couldn’t die here. If he did, there was no telling how many more people King Reynard would kill to cultivate her Evil Skill. If it weren’t to stop King Reynard’s plot, he would never have been able to swallow his pride and ask that woman for help.

He had forced himself to keep talking to King Reynard, just to stall for time.

’She will come, won’t she?’

At that moment, King Reynard had walked right up to him. She raised her hand, gathering power in her palm, and thrust it straight toward him. But in that critical instant, a snake-like whip emerged from the void with a SIZZLING sound.

With a sharp CRACK, King Reynard, who had been standing before him just a moment ago, was sent flying by the whip.

"Old woman, what’s with all the yapping?"