Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 537: Chapter 535: The Sharp-Tongued Exalted One, Your Mouth Is Asking for Trouble

Come to think of it, it was perfectly normal. Sprout, the centipede, was something Javier Sinclair had refined from tens of thousands of venomous insects. He had kept it as a Spirit Companion afterward, and Sprout had followed him for several hundred years, so of course a bond had formed between master and servant.

For instance, back in the beginning, Javier Sinclair was just the leader of the Demon Cultivators in the Lower Realm and didn’t even know he was the Demon God incarnate. At that time, Sprout had crawled onto his rear, yet the incredibly prideful Javier Sinclair hadn’t even swatted it dead. This was proof enough that there was a special place in his heart for what he’d raised himself.

So it was perfectly normal for him to have left a safeguard for Sprout. After all, Javier Sinclair was fiercely protective of his own.

The green centipede was wrapped around Celeste Grant’s wrist. Sprout’s whiskered head swayed as it spoke, "The moment before I ascended, the Azure Dragon was also undergoing his tribulation, so we ended up ascending together. That’s how it happened. Master is too good to me. I originally thought it would be a very, very long time before I saw you all again."

"So that’s what happened. No wonder you two arrived together."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant thought of the Heavenly Dao. ’So the old man is pretty busy, having to strike two at once? Then again, what’s the difference between striking one and striking two?’

At that thought, she said, "Regardless, it’s wonderful that you ascended together. Jade, Sprout, welcome."

Jade: "Thank you, Mrs. Sheffield."

Sprout: "Thank you, Mistress."

Celeste Grant held out her hand. Sprout, who was wrapped around her wrist, crawled up a bit, its body glowing with a green light. The next moment, he had reappeared beside Jade in human form.

Once a Cultivator passes their tribulation and ascends, they have refined an Immortal Body. But that’s not enough; becoming an immortal is only the beginning. In the Lower Realm, the pinnacle of Cultivation is to pass the tribulation and ascend. Here in Valerium, the highest realm one can cultivate to is that of an Immortal Venerable. And beyond that, one might even become a god. So, Cultivation is truly a never-ending journey.

She used to think that becoming an immortal meant ascending to the Immortal Realm. But that wasn’t entirely true. Ascension simply meant your Cultivation had surpassed the limits of your current plane, forcing you to move on to a higher one. It wasn’t an absolute rule, of course. Perhaps some worlds allowed for direct ascension to the Immortal Realm, but Celeste Grant had never encountered such a case.

So, even after refining an Immortal Body, one couldn’t go directly to the Immortal Realm. The Immortal Realm was just another, higher-level Cultivation World.

Another thing she’d learned during her years in the Upper Realm was that you needed someone to guide you to get to the Immortal Realm.

It was like getting accepted into college, but you still needed someone from the admissions office to officially enroll you.

From what Celeste Grant understood, people from Empyria would periodically come here to recruit cultivators with refined Immortal Bodies and outstanding talent for positions in the Immortal Realm. Under these circumstances, some were willing to go, while others were not.

Just think about it.

You’ve refined an Immortal Body and can live a free and easy life in a place like the Immortal Domain. But if you’re guided to the Immortal Realm, you might end up as a gatekeeper for some powerful figure. Or perhaps you’d just be a common foot soldier, or a little fairy maid serving tea. You might even get sent to the mines. Would you really want to go in that case?

This was especially true for demonic beasts or sentient plants that had achieved immortality through Cultivation. They might end up as mounts for others, or be kept as potted plants in some big shot’s private garden.

If some mighty expert suddenly had a craving for something exotic, you could very well end up as a dish on their table. After all, delicacies like dragon liver and phoenix marrow weren’t unheard of in the Immortal Realm. That meant other, similar dishes probably existed too. And where do you think those came from?

So in the Cultivation World, no matter where you were, the law of the jungle always applied. Only by becoming strong enough could you truly do as you pleased.

"Anyway, let’s not talk about all that. Elder Lawson and the others already arrived ahead of you. We’ll get things ready and have a proper celebration tonight."

Elder Sawyer’s group landed beside Celeste Grant. He smiled and nodded upon seeing Jade and the others. "We certainly should celebrate. Mrs. Sheffield, I’ll have my little sister get things ready right away."

Celeste Grant nodded. "Good. We’re having hot pot and barbecue tonight."

’Besides, Cultivators don’t have to worry about getting fat.’

’And there’s no such thing as an upset stomach.’

’So they could eat whatever they wanted.’

「That night.」

Everyone was there.

At the banquet, they all ate joyfully.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, in their excitement, they drank a little too much.

By the time the party wound down, Celeste Grant’s cheeks were flushed. She was draped over Javier Sinclair’s back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Archfiend, I miss our son."

"What do you think is going on with him? Even Elder Lawson’s group is here, but Annie still hasn’t arrived. It doesn’t make sense. Why isn’t our son here yet?" As she spoke, her chin bumped against Javier Sinclair’s shoulder.

"Javier Sinclair, where’s my son? Where has my grown son gone?"

Hearing her rambling, Javier knew she was truly drunk. It also showed just how much his wife missed their son.

Javier Sinclair, carrying her on his back, paused. He glanced sideways at the woman leaning her head on his shoulder. He said softly, "You needn’t worry."

Celeste Grant pouted and muttered, "How could I not be worried? He’s my baby, a piece of me! Given our son’s Cultivation speed, he should have reached the Upper Realm long ago. The fact that he isn’t here yet... did something go wrong with his Cultivation?"

Javier Sinclair said, "Celeste, don’t worry. If he were in any danger, I would have sensed it immediately. And right now, I don’t sense anything wrong."

"He’s really not in any danger?"

"Really. Rest assured."

"Then can I see him? I need to be sure he’s safe."

Javier Sinclair replied, "Isn’t my Mysterious Ancient Mirror in your possession? You can see him whenever you want."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant froze. She suddenly lifted her head from his shoulder. "I can really see him? But... how do I use the Mysterious Ancient Mirror? The Mirror Spirit said that at my Cultivation Realm, using the Ancient Mirror rashly would harm me. So I never dared to use it."

He said, "Am I not here? Celeste Grant, did you get a case of ’pregnancy brain’ that lasts three years?"

It dawned on Celeste Grant.

’Oh, right!’

’Javier Sinclair is here.’

’I can’t use it on my own, but he can. We’re Taoist Companions, so it doesn’t matter which one of us uses it.’ At that thought, Celeste Grant slapped her forehead. "Now that you put it that way, I do feel like I’ve gotten dumber. Old Fiend Sinclair, be honest with me. Is it because I’ve been with you so long that my brain is starting to rust from disuse?"

’Her brain is starting to rust?’

Hearing her joke, Javier Sinclair couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. "It’s fine. Even with a rusty brain, you’re still my woman and the mother of my child. I don’t mind in the slightest."