Chapter 281: Chapter 279: Moral Blackmailing? I Think You’re Possessed by an Evil Cultivator (2)
At the same time, he stretched out his hand, tore open space, and stepped inside with her. After they left, the space sealed shut, leaving only a faint wisp of dark energy drifting behind...
「Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away, within the borders of the Cultivator Dynasty known as the Kingdom of Nulvar.」
This place was known as a maritime nation because most of its territory was ocean, with land only making up a third of it. Furthermore, the architecture of the Kingdom of Nulvar was built directly on the water, rising in beautiful, layered tiers. Ships were everywhere, making it clear at a glance that this was a country that lived upon the sea.
In the Cultivation World, building on the sea was a trivial matter. With the right Arrays, one could even build cities in the sky.
At this moment, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair appeared within the borders of Nulvar.
Their figures emerged from the void, hovering in mid-air. Behind them, the rift in space slowly sealed shut, leaving only a faint ripple of magical energy.
Celeste Grant hovered in the air, looking down.
The scene before her was a sea of blue; it was truly a nation built upon the water. On the horizon, ships flew in and slowly descended, while other Immortal Ships rose from the sea’s surface and flew off into the distance.
The Bloodfiend Den was tens of thousands of miles away.
Yet the two of them had arrived in a single breath.
Even Celeste Grant was a little stunned.
"We’re here already? That was so fast... Javier, your Space Technique is incredible. Pinpoint accuracy, and we’re here in the blink of an eye."
It really felt just like taking an elevator and arriving in an instant.
Javier Sinclair glanced at her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
He said, "You’re already at the Void Refinement Realm. Once you reach the Integration Realm, you’ll be able to do this with ease, too. You’re just not yet proficient with Space Technique. Otherwise, you could use it to travel anywhere you want in the Cultivation World."
She placed a hand on her hip. "You’ll have to teach me properly later. I’m determined to master it completely."
’That way, once my Cultivation gets stronger, maybe I could even break through the void and return to Earth. The thought alone is a little exciting.’
Celeste Grant was not yet proficient with Space Technique. She could already travel anywhere she pleased over short distances, but she couldn’t manage longer trips or pinpoint her destination. Sometimes, she even got stuck in a spatial passage, requiring Javier Sinclair to fish her out.
Javier Sinclair wrapped an arm around her waist and nodded slightly.
"Alright."
Thinking of their son, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but ask, "We’re already here. Has *your* son arrived yet?"
The corners of Javier Sinclair’s lips lifted slightly. "He’s probably still flying right now; there’s no way he’s this fast. He’s a grown man now, are you afraid he’ll get lost? Let’s not worry about him. I’ll show you around this place first."
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile. "You’re such a warm and fuzzy father, hahaha." ’This father-son pair,’ she thought, ’always trying to outwit each other. It’s ridiculous. Two big kids.’
The Kingdom of Nulvar was vast. Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair flew through the sky, one after the other, planning to find a place to stay first.
They didn’t know exactly when the Black Tortoise would emerge, so all they could do for now was wait.
Mainly, they couldn’t sense the aura of any Divine Beast at the moment.
As the two of them flew through the air, they passed near a town and heard cries for help coming from a large ship.
As they flew near a town, they heard cries for help coming from a large ship. The surrounding sea was stained red with blood, the deck of the great vessel was littered with corpses, and even more dead Cultivators floated in the water.
It was clearly a merchant ship that had run into pirates—the kind that murdered and plundered for treasure.
After all, killing for treasure was a common occurrence in the Cultivation World.
Looking closer, they could see what was happening.
On the large ship ahead, several Cultivators in mismatched attire were laughing boisterously as they chased and massacred the passengers, not even sparing the children.
’How despicable.’
While Celeste Grant wasn’t exactly a saint, she did have her principles. Now that she had stumbled upon this, she felt compelled to intervene.
"Help..."
"AHH..."
Celeste Grant came to a halt.
"I didn’t expect it to be so dangerous out here on the sea. Husband, let’s go down and take a look."
"Mm."
Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. In the blink of an eye, the two descended from the sky, landing on the surface of the sea below. The area was wide and open. Only the one ship was stopped here, while far in the distance, another vessel was sailing away, clearly fleeing for its life.
As Celeste Grant landed on the water’s surface, her eyes immediately scanned the dead bodies floating around and spotted a small child struggling to stay afloat.
She reached out, snatched the child from the water, and tossed them to Javier Sinclair. "Hold this."
"Alright."
Javier Sinclair caught the child. He was quite adept at holding children; after all, he had been the one to raise their son.
The group carrying out the massacre on the large ship nearby was composed of seven or eight Loose Cultivators and two Evil Cultivators. No wonder they had taken up piracy; their Cultivation levels weren’t low. There were three Golden Core Stage Cultivators, and the rest were at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Meanwhile, the people on the merchant ship were generally at the Foundation Establishment and Energy Refining Stage; it would have been a miracle if they could have put up a fight.
The moment Celeste Grant and Javier appeared, the pirates spotted them.
The men stopped their slaughter and turned to look toward Celeste Grant and Javier.
One of them, standing on the ship’s bow, barked out coldly.
"Who goes there?"
Another man guffawed, "Well, well, I didn’t expect rescuers. And look, a pretty little thing, too. Hahaha, the boys are going to have some fun..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, his head and body had already parted ways.
Javier Sinclair, still holding the child, had a cold expression. "Such filth. You’ve sullied my wife’s ears."
’As for the rest, he’d leave them for his wife. Seeing her enthusiasm, it was clear her hands were itching for a fight.’
The expressions on the other men’s faces changed instantly.
"The boss is dead."
"You dare kill our boss? You’re courting death! Men, let’s take these two down together! Look at them, they’re decked out in treasures. This’ll be a good score."
As they spoke, the men drew their weapons and flew toward Celeste Grant and Javier, launching their attack.
Seeing this, Celeste Grant’s face went cold. She gathered her Cultivation in her hand and, with a single wave, instantly slaughtered them. When she saw their Primordial Spirits attempting to flee, she reached out and snatched them from the air. "Trying to run? You didn’t ask me for permission."
She crushed them in her grasp, instantly annihilating their Primordial Spirits.
In a matter of moments, the scumbags who had been gleefully slaughtering others were all dead.
Her gaze swept across the water. Seeing a few survivors, she waved her hand, and a large wave lifted them from the sea and deposited them back onto the deck of the ship.
"All done. Clocking out."
As she spoke, she reached out and collected the Storage Rings floating over from the dead pirates.
’She swept her Divine Sense through the Storage Rings. ’Oho, no wonder everyone in the Cultivation World is so fond of killing for treasure. These pirates were loaded! Their Storage Rings are packed with all sorts of goodies.’’
She gladly accepted their ill-gotten gains.
She tucked the Storage Rings into her own.
She flew over and landed on the ship’s deck.
"Alright, you’re all safe now."
Javier Sinclair landed on the deck as well, still holding the child, whom he then casually set down.
The little girl spat out a mouthful of water, coughed twice, and then turned to look at them.
"Thank you."
Among the survivors, a woman came running over, crying as she embraced the child. "My daughter! My daughter!"
"Thank heavens, my daughter is alive!"
