Chapter 283: Chapter 281: Good Person? I Can’t Stand Those Two Words.
At the sight, the others on the ship quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look.
Some even nodded in quick succession.
"That’s right, that’s right. One look and you can tell they were possessed by Evil Cultivators."
"Thank you, our benefactors, for eliminating the Evil Cultivators for us."
’Does it matter whether they were actually possessed? Not in the slightest. Those two were just asking for it, so who can they blame? We just have to hope these two seniors don’t decide to take it out on the rest of us.’
Celeste Grant glanced at them, then her gaze shifted to Javier Sinclair. "Let’s go."
As she spoke, the two of them took flight and departed.
Only after their figures had vanished from sight did the people on the ship dare to raise a hand and wipe away their cold sweat.
"Where did those seniors even come from? That pressure was terrifying."
As they rose to their feet, they looked at the two fools on deck who had courted death and were now quite dead, and couldn’t help but shake their heads.
"They could have survived, but they just had to go looking for trouble."
"Seriously, what were those two thinking? They were dealing with experts who can instantly kill a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Did they really think they could afford to offend them? It scared me to death! Thank goodness our saviors weren’t bad people. Otherwise, we would have been dragged down with those two after finally managing to survive."
Even if the two who died were a young master and lady from some Cultivator Noble House, no one was afraid anymore. The ones who killed them were experts of such a caliber that there was no way the blame could ever fall on them.
Even if the family of the deceased showed up, they would likely just take the bodies back for burial. No one in their right mind would deliberately offend an expert who could instantly kill a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
One of them scratched his head and spoke up. "Don’t you guys think that female cultivator looked familiar? I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before."
At his words, it dawned on the others as well; they had been too preoccupied with fear before. Thinking back now, the two seniors who had saved them did indeed look somewhat familiar.
Someone pulled out a phone. "I remember now! I saw her on the Bloodfiend Den’s official livestream before... AHHH! S-She’s that Demon’s wife!"
Everyone present had a look of sudden realization. Celeste Grant rarely appeared on the livestream, but she did show up occasionally. Many people in the Cultivation World had seen her before.
"Yes... it’s her. The wife from the Demonic Sects."
"Then the one holding the child earlier... was that Dem—"
He didn’t dare finish the word.
Someone clamped a hand over his mouth.
"The Blood-Venerate of the Demonic Sects... It was actually that couple! I heard the current Blood-Venerate’s cultivation has already reached the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, and he could ascend to the Upper Realm at any moment."
"I heard the same from my relative in the Immortal Sects. Apparently, he’s the one who’s unwilling to ascend, most likely because he’s waiting for his wife so they can go together. Gotta say, they seem to have a really good relationship."
"We were actually saved by Demon Cultivators?"
The female cultivator holding the child had a dazed look on her face.
’Aren’t Demon Cultivators supposed to be vicious murderers who kill without batting an eye? There were even rumors that the Demon, Javier Sinclair, captures other Cultivators for his Cultivation and drinks their blood... Those rumors can’t be trusted at all.’
The infamous Demon and his wife had simply been passing by when they decided to save a group of complete strangers.
He had even saved her daughter. And most importantly, The Exalted One had actually held her daughter.
’No one would ever believe it if I told them.’
’No matter who they are, from this moment forward, they are my family’s benefactors.’
But regardless of what everyone was feeling, Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant were already long gone.
After Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair left, some of the people on the ship wept, while others cried tears of joy, all overwhelmed by the fact that they had survived.
Others worked together to retrieve the bodies of their loved ones from the sea.
The dead were gone, but the living had to go on. And starting that day, news of the rescue by Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair spread like wildfire.
Those from the Immortal Sects believed it was impossible for Demon Cultivators to be so kind-hearted. Others simply sneered at the news.
They thought he was likely doing it on purpose, trying to build a good reputation.
Still others thought that perhaps the Archfiend wasn’t so terrible after all.
「The Cultivation World」
In an age where everyone had a phone, the tide of public opinion was ever-shifting.
Someone compiled a list of everything Javier Sinclair had done over the past three hundred years. They discovered he was a man of principle; aside from those who foolishly delivered themselves to his doorstep to die, he never seemed to proactively slaughter anyone’s entire family.
Thinking about it carefully, the forces of the Demonic Sects were once severely fragmented, constantly fighting nonstop over territory. As a result, the Cultivation World was in chaos.
Ever since Javier Sinclair beat the Demonic Sects into submission, the entire Demonic Path has revered him as its sovereign. To this day, there haven’t been any truly large-scale conflicts between the Immortal and Demonic Paths, making things much more peaceful than before.
This was especially true after Old Fiend Sinclair got a wife. Now, everyone in the Demonic Sects, led by the Bloodfiend Den, revered her and spent their time making money. Even when they went to Secret Realms to seize opportunities, any members of the Immortal Sects who fell into their hands were captured and either put to work in the mines or held for ransom. From this perspective, it was actually the people of the Immortal Sects who seemed more aggressive.
Some even argued that Javier Sinclair wasn’t evil, that he was actually a good person. Otherwise, why would someone like him ever bother to save anyone? To him, ordinary people were no different from ants.
However, as the Archfiend scrolled through these messages on his phone, his face grew dark.
"A good person? I fucking hate that phrase."
"If I ever find out who started this, I’ll bash their skull in." He was the magnificent Demonic Sovereign, a perfectly fine Demon, and now he was suddenly being slapped with the ’good person’ label. The very thought was infuriating.
Celeste Grant: "..."
’Her husband’s mind certainly worked in mysterious ways.’
’Oh well. As long as he’s happy.’
’Everyone’s got their quirks, right?’
Meanwhile, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair had arrived in the most dangerous region of the Nulvar Sea.
Along the way, Celeste Grant spotted a large ship flying in from the horizon and took a liking to it.
It wasn’t that they didn’t have a ship of their own, but the Bloodfiend Den’s vessel was far too conspicuous. If they brought it out, everyone in Nulvar would probably think the Demonic Sects were launching an invasion.
’It’s better to be low-key.’
They hadn’t come to cause trouble this time, only to catch a turtle. They didn’t want to attract too much attention.
Celeste Grant’s figure descended, landing on the deck of the ship she had her eye on.
Sensing the arrival of a powerful expert, the ship’s owner came out at once.
"May I help you, Your Excellency?"
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"I’ll be taking this ship now."
The moment she spoke.
Everyone on the ship was instantly on high alert.
They thought they’d run into a robber who would kill for their treasure.
Realizing they must have misunderstood, Celeste Grant gave an awkward smile.
She waved her hand casually.
Box after box of Spirit Stones appeared on the deck.
"I’m buying this ship. Is this enough?"
The ship’s owner stared blankly for a moment, forgetting to respond. Thinking it wasn’t enough, Celeste Grant waved her hand again. The CLATTER of falling Spirit Stones nearly buried them. Money was the one thing she never lacked, and she couldn’t be bothered to haggle over trifles.
"Is this enough?"
The ship’s owner nodded emphatically.
"Enough, it’s enough! More than enough!"
’This is enough to buy two more ships! I’ve struck it rich!’
