Chapter 282: Chapter 280: Moral Blackmail? You Must Be Possessed by an Evil Cultivator (Part 3)
At that moment, the woman holding the child knelt and repeatedly thanked Celeste Grant and Javier.
"Thank you, thank you both for saving our lives."
"Thank you for saving my daughter."
The mother and daughter were cultivators from a nearby city who had simply hitched a ride on this ship. They never expected that, before they could even reach home, they would encounter pirates who would bloodily raid the merchant vessel and massacre those on board.
They had fought desperately, thinking they would surely die here today. Looking at her young daughter, the mother could only feed her a life-preserving Elixir Pill that worked for a short time. Heartbroken, she took advantage of the chaos to toss her child into the water, hoping that after the pirates left, her daughter might be lucky enough to be rescued by a passing merchant ship. If not...
Thankfully... they were both still alive.
To the mother and daughter, Celeste Grant and her companion were undoubtedly saviors sent from the heavens.
"Mommy... WAHHH, Mommy..."
The child was terrified, sobbing as she clung to her mother. Her small body trembled slightly.
"It’s okay, Mommy’s here. Don’t cry, don’t cry."
At that moment, the other survivors on the ship finally came to their senses. They hastily knelt to thank Celeste Grant and Javier.
"Thank you, benefactors, for saving our lives."
"Thank you, Seniors, for saving our lives."
"We’re grateful to you, Senior, for saving us."
"Thank you, Senior, for saving our lives."
In the Cultivation World, those with high cultivation were indeed addressed as "Senior." Of course, the way these people knelt, trembling, showed more fear of Celeste Grant and Javier than anything else.
After all, pirates at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stages had been killed in an instant. This meant the pair’s cultivation was at least at the Divinity Transformation Stage. Such powerful experts were beings they might never encounter in their entire lives.
Celeste Grant waved her hand and said, "You’re all safe now. If there’s nothing else, you should head home. My husband and I were just passing by; saving you was no trouble at all."
Regardless, they had saved them. The cultivators present were deeply grateful to Celeste Grant and Javier.
As far as they knew, many powerful experts in the Cultivation World had terrible tempers. They would kill at the slightest displeasure. This pair seemed quite good-natured.
’We really met some good people,’ they thought.
"Yes, yes, thank you, Seniors."
"Thank you, our saviors."
"You truly are good people."
Javier Sinclair sneered. "Good people? I truly despise hearing that." He hated those two words more than anything in his life.
Celeste Grant let out a soft laugh and took his arm. "Alright, let’s go."
Just as Celeste Grant was about to leave, someone rushed out from behind the group.
It was a young male cultivator whose cultivation was only at the Late-stage of Foundation Establishment. Judging by his attire, he was likely the young master of some Cultivator Noble House.
He was covered in blood, his eyes red and his face a mask of devastation. He looked quite pitiful.
He stumbled and fell to his knees, slamming his hands hard against the deck. The man lifted his head to look in Celeste Grant’s direction, his face contorted with rage.
He raged against the heavens and the earth, against the injustice of it all.
"Why? You’re so powerful, so why did you only show up now?"
"If you had come earlier, my mother wouldn’t have died! And my Little Ling... we were supposed to become Taoist Companions next month! It’s all your fault! It’s all because of you! Why couldn’t you have come sooner? Did you deliberately hide in the shadows, watching us like some joke, only to appear and save us with false kindness? That way, you could even earn a good reputation for yourselves!"
"It’s all your fault, all your fault! Why couldn’t you have come sooner?! WAHHH, my Little Ling!"
In that moment, Celeste Grant understood a certain saying.
Every pitiful person has a hateful side.
Seeing this, the faces of the other people on the ship changed. They looked at the man who was speaking, and one person’s voice even stuttered.
"Who are you? What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Exactly! If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you! Seniors, please don’t be offended. We don’t know him."
"Right, right, we don’t know him either."
But among them, a female cultivator whose Taoist Companion had died, her eyes red from crying, thought the young man had a point. How could it be such a coincidence that they only appeared after so many people had already died?
She got up from the ground and pointed at Celeste Grant and Javier. "That’s right! Why couldn’t you have come earlier? Why did you have to wait until so many people were dead to save us? It’s your fault, all your fault! My husband is dead! He’s dead! WAHHH... Why couldn’t you have appeared sooner? If you had, my husband wouldn’t have died, and no one here would have died! You’re the ones who killed them all!"
The moment these words were spoken, many people’s hands began to tremble.
’Crazy.’
’This female cultivator must be seriously sick in the head. How can she blame someone else for this? If they hadn’t saved you, everyone on this ship would be dead today. How did saving them turn them into enemies? Which family’s precious young lady is this? She’s clearly never been taught a hard lesson by the world.’
"No, no... Seniors, this has nothing to do with us."
The people on the ship hurriedly waved their hands, backing far away from the two who were courting death. They could only pray that the two Seniors wouldn’t take their anger out on them.
Celeste Grant felt like she had just heard something truly unbelievable.
She pointed at herself.
"I... killed them all? Talk about absurd, this is the mother of all absurdities."
"Fuck... you."
She considered herself a relatively composed person, but at this moment, she couldn’t stop a curse from escaping her lips.
No matter the time or place, there would always be self-righteous assholes like this who loved to guilt-trip others.
There’s a saying that goes, "If someone helps you, it’s a kindness. If they don’t, it’s their right."
Her gaze fell upon the two of them. The look in their eyes made it seem as if everyone—no, the entire world—owed them something.
Celeste Grant laughed in anger.
"So, your husband died, your mother died, and your little lover died, and that’s my fault?"
’Fuck, I can’t rein in this temper of mine.’
At this moment, Celeste Grant understood a simple truth: you can’t give some people an inch, or they’ll take a mile. Her limited kindness was reserved for those who deserved it. These two were not worthy.
Celeste Grant’s gaze swept over the scene, landing on a large saber lying not far from her feet.
She reached out, and the saber flew into her hand.
Celeste Grant took the saber, walked forward, and plunged it directly into the man’s body. As she pulled it out, fresh blood gushed forth, splattering across the deck.
The male cultivator could only stare at her in terror, perhaps unable to believe that she would actually kill him.
Celeste Grant sneered and turned to the female cultivator beside him. "And you."
She raised the saber and cut her down in a single stroke, not giving her a chance to say another word. Looking at the two bodies on the ground, their eyes wide open in death, she casually tossed the saber aside and muttered.
"They were clearly possessed by Evil Cultivators. Both of their minds were off."
As she spoke, Celeste Grant extended her hand and clenched her fist. In the next instant, the Divine Souls within the two bodies were utterly annihilated, leaving them no chance of reincarnation.
