Chapter 279: Chapter 277: How Dare You Say That Again?
Aaron Sinclair chuckled. "Just wait, Mom. You’ll get to eat soon. I’ll have someone take this big fish to the kitchen to be prepared. We can have it for dinner later."
Celeste Grant nodded.
As a foodie, she had no objections.
Aaron Sinclair flew down and landed beside the fish. He called over two disciples from the Bloodfiend Den. Each took one end, and together they carried the massive, several-meter-long fish away.
Seeing the fish being carried off, Celeste Grant leaped down from the roof and landed beside her son.
She glanced sideways at her son, who had grown into a handsome young man. ’Time flies,’ she mused. ’In the blink of an eye, my son has gotten so big.’
Before, she could casually rest her hand on his shoulder. Now, she had to reach up to do so.
Her son had shot up over the past two years and was now half a head taller than her.
Most importantly, her son’s cultivation had already broken through to the late-stage Divinity Transformation. That’s right—a fifteen-year-old at the late-stage Divinity Transformation. Aaron Sinclair had already broken his own father’s record, becoming the number one cultivator of the younger generation in the Cultivation World.
Celeste Grant’s current cultivation was at the Void Refinement Realm, and she was quite satisfied with her own progress. If nothing unexpected happened, she would definitely be able to visit the Upper Realm one day. After all, the whole point of cultivation was to ascend. She definitely wanted to see the vaster Immortal Domain for herself, since this Cultivation World was just a low-spec version.
And then there was Javier Sinclair. If her son was a cultivation genius, then Old Fiend Sinclair was a complete cheat. She never saw the boy’s father actually cultivating, but his cultivation level shot up as if he were using a hack. Sometimes he would break through twice in a single year, causing a sensation throughout both the Immortal and Demonic Paths. Now, Javier Sinclair was already a Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivator.
With his current realm, he could undergo his tribulation and ascend to the Upper Realm at any time. However, Javier Sinclair had no plans to ascend just yet. He was waiting for Celeste Grant.
If you had to ask who in the Cultivation World was most desperate for him to hurry up and ascend, it would have to be the people from the Immortal Sects.
When a person becomes so powerful that others can only look up to them in awe, they stop thinking about ever being able to defeat him. The people of the Immortal Sects were now eagerly hoping for his departure, or perhaps hoping to see him die during his Ascension Thunder Tribulation. That’s why every so often, someone would inquire about when he planned to ascend. ’It must be tough for them,’ she thought.
Of course, it wasn’t just her family whose cultivation was advancing quickly.
Nerida, Elder Lawson, and the others had all broken through to a new major realm.
Take Nerida, for example.
She was now a mid-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator.
Furthermore, three of the Bloodfiend Den’s elders had broken through to the Divinity Transformation Stage, and many disciples below them had advanced from the Golden Core Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage. For instance, Rook was now a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
It should be said that ever since the Heavenly Dao’s rules were completed, cultivation in the Cultivation World was no longer just a dream. News of cultivators from both the Immortal and Demonic Paths breaking through to the Divinity Transformation Stage was now coming out one after another.
So, it wasn’t a case of cultivators from the Demonic Sects advancing while those from the Immortal Sects stagnated. That definitely wasn’t it. If that were the case, Celeste Grant was certain the Heavenly Dao would never allow it.
It was all about balance.
The only outliers were probably Celeste Grant and her husband.
’Still... for so many powerful experts to appear in the Cultivation World all at once is unusual... something must be about to happen,’ Celeste Grant thought with a growing sense of unease. ’If something major is truly going to happen in this world, the Heavenly Dao would usually sense it and take countermeasures, which is why I’m starting to have these suspicions.’
’I hope I’m just overthinking things.’
If things followed the plot of the book, nothing would happen. The problem was, the plot had collapsed long ago. She could no longer rely on it.
Lost in thought, she heard her son muttering to himself. He rubbed his arms and said, "Being this handsome is a real curse. Yesterday, while I was on my Sword Flight, I came across an Immortal Ship. There was a female cultivator on it, probably weighing three hundred pounds, who said she’d taken a liking to me and demanded I submit to her. I couldn’t be bothered to deal with her, but then she actually tried to have her people capture me. I got scared and lashed out with my sword. I didn’t control my strength properly and ended up turning them all to ash."
Celeste Grant paused for a moment, then simply gave a faint smile. She didn’t find her son’s actions cruel at all. This was the Cultivation World. If someone dared to harbor malicious intent toward him, it was perfectly reasonable for them to die.
She reached out, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "A boy does need to know how to protect himself when he’s out and about." ’Especially a boy with a face like his.’
A mischievous look suddenly appeared in Celeste Grant’s eyes. "So, you didn’t run into any damsels in distress on this trip? Like, saving a few young ladies along the way?"
Aaron Sinclair waved his hand dismissively. "Mom, you’ve been reading too many of those storybooks. Wake up. Young ladies and I are not fated to be."
Celeste Grant reached out and tapped him on the forehead, unable to resist saying, "What a waste of that pretty face of yours."
"You know, when you were little, I prepared a whole sack of Space Rings for you. The idea was that when you grew up, you could give one to any girl you liked. Looks like that was a lost cause."
The corner of Aaron Sinclair’s mouth twitched. "You really are my mother, aren’t you," he couldn’t help but say.
Celeste Grant smiled faintly. "The genuine article. I carried you for ten months, you know. The only reason your face is so handsome is that you inherited my good looks."
Aaron Sinclair nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes. Only a female cultivator as beautiful as my mother could give birth to a son as outstanding and handsome as me."
Celeste Grant poked his forehead.
"As long as you know."
"Speaking of which..." Aaron Sinclair looked down at her abdomen, reached out to pat it, and chuckled. "Mom, so many years have passed. Other people’s little sisters are running all over the place, but mine is still nowhere to be seen. Is that reasonable?"
Hearing this, Celeste Grant chuckled and threw up her hands in a gesture of helplessness. "Nothing I can do about it. If fate says it’s not time, your little sister just won’t show up."
Aaron Sinclair sighed. "I really want a sweet, soft, little dumpling of a sister to call me ’Big Brother.’ Why is it so hard? It must be Dad’s fault... Maybe he’s getting old. Mom, why don’t you find me a new dad? Even if the dad isn’t my real one, the sister would be."
Celeste Grant: "..."
’Wow, son. Such filial piety.’
Just as she was about to speak, a swirl of dark energy appeared behind her son, and a figure materialized there without a sound.
It was Javier Sinclair, her son’s dear old dad.
’Oh, this is good. Very good. Her son asks her to find a new dad and gets caught red-handed by his real one.’
Celeste Grant smiled faintly and gave her son a look that said, *You’re on your own.*
’This is...’
’This familiar, terrifying aura... this familiar, oppressive pressure...’
’I’m done for!’
’My old man is here.’
’My stupid mouth. I just had to run it.’
Sure enough... the next moment, a hand reached out and clamped down on his shoulder. A low, grim voice sounded right next to his ear. "You little brat. I dare you to repeat that nonsense to me one more time. Heh heh... you’ve got some nerve, kid... asking your mom to find a new dad. ’Even if the dad isn’t my real one, the sister would be’?"
Aaron Sinclair let out a dry laugh.
He raised one hand.
"Hahaha... Dad! You’re here."
’Is it too late to run?’
