Chapter 619 - 617: Son, Your Butt Has Bloomed

Chapter 619: Chapter 617: Son, Your Butt Has Bloomed

After watching his silhouette disappear among the clouds, the mortals kneeling on the ground quickly bowed in farewell, their faces a mask of reverence. At this moment, they were overcome with gratitude.

Regardless of his identity, the fact that he had stepped in to protect them—mere mortals—when danger loomed was more than enough. In the hearts of these common people, he was a god, their guardian deity.

’It’s just, this god doesn’t seem to like it when we mortals call him that. But that’s all right. Even ordinary people have their own quirks, so what’s so strange about a god having his own preferences?’

Even if he wasn’t a Celestial God descended from the heavens, he was still the Princely Heir of their nation, Kelldorn. This Young Master had said it himself—he was a Demon Cultivator, the Young Master of the Demonic Sects.

And so, at this moment, the crowd bid him farewell in unison.

"We bid you farewell, Young Master."

"Please protect us, Young Master of the Demonic Sects."

"Please protect us, Young Master."

"Please protect us, Young Master."

’Strange! Why is it that when we shout his title, "Young Master of the Demonic Sects," a phrase instinctively pops into our minds: "Rule the three realms for eternity!" HISS... It seems this Young Master of the Demonic Sects must be an extraordinary figure. Even if he isn’t a Celestial God who descended to the mortal world, he must be an existence on par with one.’

Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair, who had already touched down on the ground, couldn’t help but roll his eyes. ’Asking for my protection? That’s not exactly in the Demonic Sects’ job description.’

’Ah well, none of that is important.’

’Right now, all I want is a hug from my mom.’

In the courtyard where Celeste Grant was, Aaron Sinclair materialized. The moment he saw his parents sitting at the stone table, he stretched out his arms and lunged—more accurately, he lunged right past his father and straight for his mother.

"Mommy, dearest! I missed you so much!" As he spoke, he moved like the wind, appearing by Celeste Grant’s side in the blink of an eye. He threw his arms around her neck.

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh as her son hugged her. She reached out and gently patted his arm.

"Haha, all right, all right. You’re a grown man now, stop acting like a child."

Aaron Sinclair rested his head affectionately on her shoulder and declared brazenly, "But Mom, I’m still little! I’m still a baby. What’s wrong with hugging my own mommy?"

"A baby? Hahaha, you’re right, you’re right. My son is still a baby—all of three years old, I’d say." She said this while gently stroking his head. "Be a good baby now, and I’ll have someone get a milk bottle for you later."

Hearing his mother’s teasing, Aaron Sinclair blushed. "Hehe, I think I’ll pass on that."

Javier Sinclair, who was sitting off to the side, shot a look at his wife, then at his grown son. He reached out, grabbed the back of Aaron’s collar, and yanked him up.

"Heh... Aaron Sinclair, this is *my* wife. A quick hug is fine, but how much longer do you plan on clinging to her?"

Aaron Sinclair looked up and said smugly, "So what if I do? Wow, Dad, you’re even getting jealous of your own son. You’re so petty. It’s a miracle Mom can even stand you."

While speaking, he quickly wriggled free from his father’s grasp and scurried to his mother’s other side to hug her again. "Hehe, Mom, look at Dad. He’s getting on in years; he’s an old man now. Why don’t we trade him in for a new dad? I can even find you a couple of young, handsome ones."

He shot a glance at his father. "What do you think of my suggestion, Dad? We’re just thinking of what’s best for Mom. If you love her, you should want the best for her. I’m sure you understand, right?"

Hearing this, Celeste Grant burst out laughing. "Hahaha... Son, you’re really pushing your luck with your father. When you get the spanking of a lifetime later, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

Aaron Sinclair replied, "Nah, won’t happen. I’m too fast. Dad can’t catch me."

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’Yep, he’s mine, all right.’ At that moment, Javier Sinclair cracked a sinister smile. His hands were itching for action. He said "good" twice in succession.

"Good. Good. You truly are my son, always so considerate of your old man. I’m sitting right here, and you’re already trying to convince your mother to replace me. And you have the gall to ask for my opinion? ’If you love her, you have to give her the best’—is that it?"

Javier Sinclair stood up and slammed his palm on the stone table next to him. With a loud CRACK, the table split and shattered into several pieces, which then fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant quickly stood up and distanced herself from the impending battle.

Aaron Sinclair backed away, a faint smile on his face. "Dad, you need to calm down. Anger is bad for your health. Of course, if you’re really against it, we can always negotiate."

The words had barely left his mouth when a thorny vine appeared in his father’s hand. The vine pulsed with a green light, and one glance was enough to know this was no ordinary switch. If that thing hit him, every single lash would be agonizing.

"HISS... ’Do we really have to do this? Dad, I’m your biological son! That would hurt like hell!’"

Javier Sinclair scoffed. "If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll think I’m some kind of pushover. Get over here! You want to trade me in for a new dad? Fine, I’ll trade you in for a new son!"

’Go over and get beaten? Not a chance.’

Aaron Sinclair’s figure blurred, and he bolted. "Dad... let’s talk about this! I was just kidding! Kidding!"

"You little brat, get back here!"

"Nope!"

"Hahaha, you can’t catch me, Dad!"

The instant he took off, Javier Sinclair was already in pursuit. Ever seen mortal parents spank their kids? Well, cultivators spanking their kids is perfectly normal, too.

"Fine, fine! You still dare to provoke me? Today, I’m going to teach you why flowers are red! I’ll spank your butt until it blossoms!"

And so, the father-son duo flickered in and out of existence throughout the courtyard, one moment appearing on a rooftop, the next on a decorative rockery.

Every time Javier Sinclair swung the vine, it landed with pinpoint accuracy on his son’s backside. If there were any chickens or dogs in the courtyard, it would have been a scene of total chaos.

"NOOO... AHHH... MY BUTT..."

"IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS... HOLY SHIT, DAD, YOU’RE ACTUALLY HITTING ME! I’M GONNA DIE, I’M GONNA DIE!"

"HONK HONK HONK... My butt..."

The dynamic between father and son was the same as it had always been. Gone was the imposing aura of the head of the Demonic Sects; this was just a pair of overgrown children.

Roof tiles CLATTERED onto the ground in the courtyard.

With a wave of Javier Sinclair’s hand, a courtyard wall would collapse, or the fish in the lotus pond would be flung dozens of feet into the air by a huge splash.

At this very moment, his son was running around while hoisting a decorative mountain weighing over a thousand pounds. This was the Mortal Realm, so it was inevitable that the father and son would use a little Magic. That was why they had placed a Barrier around the Prince’s Manor, ensuring that the outside world would neither see nor know of the events unfolding within.

Celeste Grant, an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire, was drenched from head to toe. She looked down at a fish that had just fallen out of the sky and landed in her lap, wiped the water from her face, and plucked a clump of waterweed from the top of her head.

She tossed the flopping fish back into the lotus pond, planted her hands on her hips, and yelled at the father-son pair, "Will you two knock it off! For Pete’s sake!"