Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 87 - 85: The Exalted One Returns, the Madam Is Already Gone (Part 2)

Chapter 87: Chapter 85: The Exalted One Returns, the Madam Is Already Gone (Part 2)

Just as she was thinking, she heard her parents ask.

"By the way, we haven’t asked yet. Where is Annie’s father from? What’s his Cultivation like? Which Sect is he a Cultivator of? Is he an Outer Disciple or a Core Disciple?"

’It seemed...’

’...her parents hadn’t grasped the main point.’

’Nerida had called him The Exalted One. An ordinary person wouldn’t be addressed like that.’

Celeste Grant choked when she heard this. But how was she supposed to explain it? That her child’s father was the head of the Demonic Sects, a man the Seven Great Celestial Sects were clamoring to kill? Or that he was the world’s number one Demon Cultivator, who supposedly enjoyed boasting about bashing in people’s skulls?

’In fact, she had never seen him actually bash in anyone’s skull. The small, carved skulls he made, on the other hand, were quite realistic.’

Celeste Grant gave a dry laugh. She looked at her parents and asked tentatively, "Um, is there any chance... that he’s not from an Immortal Sect?"

Mr. Grant paused, stunned. "Then which Cultivator Family is he from? Where does his family live?"

The name their daughter had mentioned earlier sounded a bit familiar, as if they’d heard it somewhere before. However, they probably just thought the pronunciation was similar and didn’t connect the name to a Demon Cultivator.

So they continued to ask who he was.

Celeste Grant shook her head slightly.

"Neither."

She glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Grant and said, "He’s a Demon Cultivator."

Hearing this...

Her parents froze for a moment, then shot to their feet, their voices rising. "What? A Demon Cultivator? Say that again. I don’t think I heard you right."

’What was their daughter saying? A Demon Cultivator. Annie is such a cute little dumpling, and her father is a Demon Cultivator?’

Their reaction was exactly what Celeste Grant had expected. But there was no reason to hide something like this.

Celeste Grant glanced at them and said, "Dad, Mom, Annie’s father is a Demon Cultivator. He isn’t from an Immortal Sect."

Mr. Grant: "..."

Mrs. Grant: "..."

At that moment, their hearts sank.

As far as they knew, all Demon Cultivators were killers who wouldn’t even blink. They’d heard rumors that they would slaughter entire families at the drop of a hat. How did their daughter get involved with a Demon Cultivator?

Mr. Grant started to panic.

"You... sweetheart, you weren’t forced, were you? He didn’t compel you? Or maybe he kidnapped you to have his child?"

’Good grief.’

’Her parents really had wild imaginations.’

’Kidnapped to have a baby? HAHAHA, how did they even come up with that?’

’Javier Sinclair is destined to be alone. If he were capable of something like that, pigs would fly. If he hadn’t lost consciousness in that bamboo forest and she hadn’t grabbed onto his clothes, he’d probably still be a lonely old Demon who wanted nothing to do with women.’

Just then, Mrs. Grant, looking nervous, stared at Celeste Grant and said in a hushed voice, "That’s right. If that’s what happened, don’t be afraid. Your father and I would risk our lives to make sure no one bullies you."

The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "HAHAHA, Mom, Dad, what are you thinking? Do I look like someone who was forced or bullied? If I had really been kidnapped, would I have been able to come back?"

Mr. Grant said, "So you really weren’t kidnapped."

Celeste Grant almost died laughing. She waved her hands. "No, really, I wasn’t... Dad, Mom, the prejudice in people’s hearts is like a great mountain. This world has always been about the survival of the fittest. It’s hard to define who the good guys and bad guys are between the righteous and demonic paths."

Her parents could accept that point.

"That, I can believe."

"As long as you weren’t kidnapped, that’s what matters."

Seeing that they were adjusting, Celeste Grant continued, "Also, you’ve probably heard of the child’s father."

Mr. and Mrs. Grant looked at her.

"Who is he? Let’s see if we know him."

Celeste Grant said calmly, "The Blood-Venerate, Javier Sinclair." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The two of them froze, then their pupils constricted and their eyes widened. They pointed at Celeste Grant, their fingers trembling.

Mr. Grant: "Who? Who did you just say?"

Mrs. Grant, however, just muttered, "The Blood-Venerate."

’There must be something wrong with our ears. How else could we have heard that most impossible of names?’

Mrs. Grant subconsciously swallowed. "Celeste, you’re joking, right?"

She looked relatively calm on the outside, but inside, she was already freaking out.

’AAAAAHHH, why is it that Archfiend?!’

Right now, Mr. and Mrs. Grant looked relatively composed, but internally, they were roaring in panic.

This was Javier Sinclair, infamous for his vicious reputation, the number one Demon Cultivator in the world, the Blood-Venerate of the Bloodfiend Den. Even living in this barren, remote place, they had heard of his notorious name.

The Sect Leader of the largest faction in the Demonic Sects, the Blood-Venerate.

’Rumor has it he drinks human blood raw and slaughtered an entire city overnight. A ruthless character who committed patricide and fratricide, then hung their skulls by his bed for his viewing pleasure!!!! No wonder the name sounded familiar earlier, and I couldn’t place it.’

’So it was him.’

’How could their sweet, gentle daughter have fallen into the hands of such a man!!! How could something so terrible happen to our daughter?’

At that moment, Mr. Grant felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

And then he fainted.

"You can’t be serious, Dad..."

"Dad, wake up."

Celeste Grant shot up and caught him, then took out an Elixir Pill and popped it into his mouth. "Here, take an Elixir Pill to calm your nerves."

"Mom, you have one too... You’re just finding this a little hard to accept because it’s the first time you’re hearing it. It seems scary now, but you’ll get used to it after hearing it more often."

Celeste Grant continued.

"You should think of it this way: so what if he’s an Archfiend, so what if he’s the Blood-Venerate of the Demonic Sects? He’s still Annie’s father. To you, he’s a junior, and you are his elders."

’Even if...’

’...I’m not really with him.’

’Because of Annie, my parents are his elders no matter what. Calling them Uncle and Aunt wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?’

Hearing their daughter say this, the couple didn’t feel comforted in the slightest.

Silence fell over the courtyard.

It was only after her father had drunk several cups of tea that they were finally willing to believe their daughter had found them a son-in-law who was the head of a Demonic Sect.

’Can we return him?’

’They aren’t Taoist Companions yet, are they?’

"Celeste, dear, why don’t you reconsider? I actually think Dashi from next door is quite nice."

Hearing this...

...an image of a snot-nosed boy popped into Celeste Grant’s mind.

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

"Dad, your standards for a son-in-law have suddenly dropped."

Mr. Grant waved his hand dismissively.

"Who told you to be so much trouble? You could have provoked anyone, but you had to go for Javier Sinclair, the Archfiend!" He lowered his voice as he said this.

He was afraid that the man would suddenly appear and take his life for badmouthing him.

Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"Dad, Mom, he’s actually a good person. The rumors are just a bit scary. From my time with him, I can tell he’s not the kind of person who slaughters the innocent indiscriminately. You can’t believe the rumors out there."

"Really?"

Celeste Grant admitted that Javier Sinclair was indeed a ruthless figure in the Demonic Sects, but still... given his status and position...

...too many people wanted to kill him.

So, if he didn’t kill them back, was he supposed to just wait to be killed?

"Don’t overthink it. We’re not Taoist Companions yet, either."

"This is also for Annie’s sake, so she can have a legitimate status and not be slandered by others in the future. Right now, I’m just his wife in name only. It’s just a title. So, you don’t need to think that far ahead..."

That night, Celeste Grant talked with her parents for a long time. In the end, they had come to accept the existence of Javier Sinclair.

...

「Meanwhile.」

By the time Javier Sinclair returned to the Bloodfiend Den, three days had passed.

He didn’t see his son.

Nor did he see that woman.

He frowned slightly.

’Her aura is gone? The little brat’s aura is gone too.’