Chapter 289: Chapter 287: The Black Tortoise Is a Chubby Toddler After Transforming
Celeste Grant nodded slightly.
"Yes, I understand."
"With our son’s current Cultivation, we really don’t need to worry about him. Let’s just leave him be for now and go home."
The couple exchanged a smile. Javier Sinclair glanced sideways at her, taking her hand. "For now, we should hurry up and have a sweet little girl."
His dream of having a daughter had yet to be realized.
Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. She squeezed his hand. "Just wait. It might happen sooner or later."
Javier Sinclair gently stroked her abdomen. "You’re right. Daddy’s precious girl, you need to hurry up and get here."
At that moment, the Black Tortoise, perched on Celeste Grant’s shoulder, couldn’t help but speak up. "Ahem... I’m still here." ’These two are so mushy.’
Javier Sinclair shot a sidelong glance at the little turtle on Celeste Grant’s shoulder. "You’re not a person."
The Black Tortoise: "..."
This was true, but he was a Divine Beast who could become one. "I can take human form," he retorted.
Javier Sinclair looked at him. "In that case, is it really appropriate for you to be perched on my wife’s shoulder?"
Celeste Grant plucked him from her shoulder, holding him close and peering at him. "I know you can take human form. Oh, that reminds me, I’m quite curious what you look like as a human."
The moment she spoke,
the little turtle in her hand immediately shut his eyes and played dead.
"No... you misheard. I can’t transform into a human yet."
Celeste Grant brought him closer. "No, that’s not right. With your Cultivation, you can definitely take human form. Besides, you just said you could. Hehe, how about you transform for us?"
The Black Tortoise: "..."
’No... I don’t want to.’
’It’s too embarrassing.’
’Come to think of it, it’s been hundreds of years since I last took human form.’
Celeste Grant’s curiosity was piqued.
"Brother Black Tortoise, is there something wrong with your human form?"
The Black Tortoise quickly shook his head. "Of course not! It’s just... Fine, I’ll show you."
The next moment,
the Black Tortoise landed on the deck.
Then, a small child appeared, looking like a chubby two-year-old.
The Black Tortoise looked up at them and said, "See! This is what I look like when I transform."
’So embarrassing!’
’Heavens! If it weren’t for Ruby, I would never have transformed in front of them.’
Celeste Grant froze for a second, then scooped him up. "Hahaha, you’re so adorable, little one!"
The Black Tortoise covered his face with his hands and, in a flash of embarrassment, turned back into a little turtle, perching on her shoulder.
"Hahaha, so your human form is this cute."
"My human form isn’t mature yet."
’My majestic, domineering image is gone, all gone, completely ruined.’
"Don’t worry, we won’t laugh at you. Come on, let’s head back..."
As they spoke, the ship was already sailing away, disappearing into the night sky.
After they left, a figure appeared in the distant sky like a shooting star, then plunged straight into the water.
This was Aaron Sinclair, who had been thrown to the ends of the earth by his own father. He had finally made a smooth landing—no, that’s not right. He had landed in the water.
Popping his head out of the water, he wiped his face. "Finally made it."
"Dad! Was it really necessary to throw me this far? Am I even your biological son?" As it turned out, being the biological son was precisely why he received this special treatment.
He had been flying for days, and not of his own accord. He had been propelled by Magic his father cast on him, unable to move a muscle until he crashed into the water and ended up a drowned rat. When he plummeted from the sky and splashed down, the Magic his father had placed on him finally dissipated.
’I’m a Late-stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator, for crying out loud! Don’t I have any pride? Good thing no one saw that!’
Aaron Sinclair flew out of the water, his figure coming to a stop above the surface of the sea. He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, his clothes were neat and fresh, every strand of his hair was dry, and not a single drop of water remained on him.
Aaron Sinclair turned his head to survey his surroundings. As far as the eye could see, there was only water.
This was The Open Sea.
’To think I was forced to fly through the sky for so many days by my own father’s Magic.’
"So, where in the world did he send me?"
Dressed in red and white robes, he walked on the surface of the sea as if on solid ground, a blossom of ice forming with each step.
"I was forced to fly for days. If I hadn’t landed soon, I would have thrown up."
’A jealous father is a terrifying thing.’
’Looks like I need to watch my smart mouth from now on, hehehe.’
Just as he was about to leave, Aaron Sinclair sensed Cultivators approaching.
’This aura... is it a Demon Cultivator? No... there’s a Human Cultivator, too.’ Aaron Sinclair’s Divine Sense spread over The Open Sea, and he clearly sensed two figures heading straight for him.
Suppressing his aura, Aaron Sinclair concealed himself in the shadows. A moment later, two figures appeared in the sky.
It was a man and a woman. The woman wore a red dress and a veil, and her feet were bare. The man was dressed in black and exuded a toxic aura.
’Based on looks, they’re pretty average. It’s mainly because there are so many handsome male and beautiful female cultivators in the Bloodfiend Den that most people don’t even register in my eyes. Still, both of them are at the Divinity Transformation Stage—the man is in the Early-stage, and the woman is in the Late-stage.’
’When did so many Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivators pop up in the Cultivation World? And I just happened to run into two of them at once.’
Aaron Sinclair’s gaze fell on the female cultivator’s feet, and he looked away with disgust. ’Barefoot! Mom always said that when you meet a female cultivator who likes to go barefoot, it’s for one of two reasons: either she’s poor, or she’s just showing off, thinking she’s ridiculously powerful. Clearly, this one is the second type.’
’And her face... the face under that veil looks familiar.’ Aaron Sinclair remembered now: this was the woman named Jocelyn Grant.
Concealed within a Barrier, Aaron Sinclair murmured, "It’s actually her."
Aaron Sinclair knew of Jocelyn Grant. She was his mother’s enemy. Therefore, his mother’s enemy was his enemy. ’Avenging my mom is only right and proper,’ he thought, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes.
’I haven’t forgotten that this damn woman’s Spirit Root used to be my mother’s. Oh, right, I also heard she was plotting to dig out my Spirit Root before I was even born. The shameless bitch.’
"Damn it."
At that moment, the barefoot Jocelyn Grant, standing in mid-air, scanned her surroundings. "What’s going on? I clearly sensed a Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator here just now. I wouldn’t mistake that aura. How did it just disappear?"
The male cultivator beside her spoke up. "The aura of the Divine Beast, the Black Tortoise, also vanished. Jocelyn, could it be that person got here first and seized the opportunity? We might have been a step too late."
Beneath her veil, Jocelyn Grant’s expression turned ugly. She waved her hand in anger. Instantly, the waves of The Open Sea began to churn, and fierce winds howled. In the wake of her fury, the Demonic Beasts in the water were incinerated into ash.
Jocelyn Grant truly enjoyed this feeling—the power of life and death, of taking what she wanted, all in the palm of her hand.
"Who is it? Get the hell out here!"
’A Divine Beast has appeared, and I came here at the first possible moment, only to have someone beat me to it? It’s intolerable! That Divine Beast was supposed to be my opportunity.’
’Who is it that dares to compete with me?’
Aaron Sinclair’s figure appeared a short distance in front of her. He gave a little wave. "Are you calling for me?"
