Chapter 290: Chapter 288: This Young Master Is Still a Kid
Aaron Sinclair’s figure appeared before them, as casual as could be.
However, the moment Jocelyn Grant saw Aaron Sinclair, her eyes widened in shock. She instinctively took a step back and blurted out a name.
"Javier Sinclair..."
Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly.
’It seems this face of mine really does look a lot like my old man,’ he thought. ’I can tell just from the look in that female cultivator’s eyes.’
He chuckled, then said, "What are you shouting about, miss?"
The moment he spoke, his voice was different, and Jocelyn Grant knew it wasn’t him. Looking closer, she realized this person wasn’t Javier Sinclair, he just bore a striking resemblance to him.
They were clearly two different people.
As long as it wasn’t Javier Sinclair, she feared no one.
Aaron Sinclair was all grown up, long past being the chubby little kid he once was. Now tall and long-legged, he had the appearance of a dashing young man, so it was perfectly normal that Jocelyn Grant didn’t recognize him.
Not only did she fail to recognize him, but as Jocelyn Grant looked at Aaron Sinclair, her eyes flashed with admiration.
The young man was peerlessly handsome. His figure and features were so striking that even Jocelyn Grant couldn’t help but stare for a moment.
’To think there’s such a handsome male cultivator in The Cultivation World,’ she thought. ’And judging from his aura, he’s a Late-stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator, just like me.’
’Such looks, and such a high cultivation... But why on earth does he have to look so much like that Demon, Javier Sinclair?’
Jocelyn Grant hated Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair to the bone, so her initial impression of anyone who resembled Javier Sinclair was bound to be poor. However, Aaron Sinclair’s face was so breathtakingly handsome that Jocelyn Grant decided the resemblance wasn’t important. There were plenty of people in The Cultivation World who looked alike.
’Who cares who he looks like.’
’If only I could make this cultivator work for me,’ she mused. At that thought, the anger on Jocelyn Grant’s face melted away, and her tone softened. "My apologies," she said gently. "I mistook you for someone else."
As she spoke, Jocelyn Grant removed her veil, revealing her alluringly beautiful face. With her looks, she was certain no male cultivator in The Cultivation World could resist taking a second glance.
Her eyes sized up the male cultivator before her. His features were in no way inferior to those of Javier Sinclair, the greatest Demon Cultivator in the world. He was even younger than Javier, too.
’If I could become his Taoist Companion... a man who looks just like Javier Sinclair... that bitch Celeste Grant would probably die from disgust at the very sight of it.’
The more she thought about it, the more certain she became that with just a wave of her hand, any male cultivator in the world would fall at her feet. This handsome man would be no exception.
The thought brought her immense satisfaction.
At that moment, Jocelyn Grant felt that only such a man was worthy of her. Their cultivation levels were comparable, and they could surely ascend to The Upper Realm together in the future.
With this in mind, she spoke up. "I wonder what I should call you, fellow cultivator? We sensed that a Divine Beast was being born in this part of The Open Sea and rushed right over. To run into you here—it must be fate. Might I have the honor of getting to know you?"
As she spoke, Jocelyn Grant flashed Aaron Sinclair a seemingly shy smile.
’I’m going to die.’
’I’m so done.’
’A bolt of lightning should just strike this woman dead.’
Aaron Sinclair: "..."
’Is she trying to flirt with me?’
’Heavens... I’m still a kid!’
’Spare me, please.’
’Mom was right. A guy really has to protect himself when he’s out and about, or else some weird old woman will set her sights on him. I’m just an innocent kid; why do I have to go through this? Last time, it was a three-hundred-pound female cultivator who fancied me. This is even more ridiculous.’
Before he could voice his opinion, someone across from him spoke up.
Seeing Jocelyn Grant speaking with an unfamiliar male cultivator, the Demon Cultivator standing beside her instinctively clenched his fists. He glared warily in Aaron Sinclair’s direction and declared, "Jocelyn is mine. You’d better not get any ideas about her." He was intensely possessive of Jocelyn Grant; in his eyes, no one was worthy of coveting her.
Hearing this declaration of ownership, Jocelyn Grant feigned shyness. She glanced at the Demon Cultivator beside her and chided coquettishly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I was yours?" Though she said this, her eyes instinctively flickered toward Aaron Sinclair, wanting to see his reaction. When she saw he didn’t react at all, Jocelyn Grant was a little disappointed.
’This shouldn’t be happening. Shouldn’t he be looking jealous?’
’In this life, besides that blind Demon Javier Sinclair, every male cultivator in The Cultivation World has flocked to me with just a wave of my hand. He should be no exception. It must be because we’ve only just met and don’t know each other well.’
Aaron Sinclair’s expression was completely wooden.
His gaze swept over the two people across from him.
’These two have some serious issues.’
’What kind of a play are they putting on here?’
Perhaps the Demon Cultivator’s words were simply too shocking. Aaron Sinclair pointed at himself, then at Jocelyn Grant. "Me... interested in *her*? Someone of her caliber? Pfft... Are you trying to disgust me to death? I can’t take it, I’m going to be sick... HURL..." He theatrically turned his head to the side and mimed vomiting.
Perhaps not expecting this reaction from Aaron Sinclair, the pair across from him didn’t know how to respond for a moment. Their expressions were completely frozen.
Jocelyn Grant, in particular, struggled to maintain her composure when she saw the look of utter disgust on the young man’s face.
’He’s actually disgusted by me? How dare he? What right does he have to be disgusted with me? Is he blind?’
Jocelyn Grant’s face turned grim. "You... said I was disgusting?"
"Who else would I be talking about?!"
Aaron Sinclair pointed at her, a look of revulsion on his face. "And you were making eyes at me! For crying out loud, I’m still a kid."
Jocelyn Grant was a bit stunned and instinctively replied.
"A kid? What kid?"
Jocelyn Grant certainly would never have imagined that Aaron Sinclair was actually a child! After all, any cultivator who could reach the Divinity Transformation Stage was, in her eyes, surely an old monster hundreds or thousands of years old who just maintained a youthful appearance.
"Are you blind?" Aaron Sinclair sneered. "No, wait... I think your eyes must be on your ass. Check my bone age. I’m not even an adult yet. You’re hitting on a minor. Is that appropriate? Is that *really* appropriate?"
Jocelyn Grant’s eyes widened, a look of pure shock appearing in their depths.
Her gaze swept over the cultivator before her.
Only then did she discover that his bone age was indeed that of a child—less than twenty, perhaps even younger. He said he was a minor; could he possibly be only fifteen or sixteen? With her current cultivation, she could read another’s bone age, and it couldn’t be faked.
Jocelyn Grant’s eyes filled with shock. ’A fifteen or sixteen-year-old Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator... is that even possible?’
When had such a person appeared in The Cultivation World? Not among the Cultivator Noble Houses, not in The Seven Great Celestial Sects—nowhere in the entire Cultivation World had anyone ever heard of someone with such terrifying Cultivation Talent.
Jocelyn Grant looked at Aaron Sinclair, her voice filled with disbelief as she spoke.
"You’re not an adult yet? This... How is that possible?!"
