Smoke rose from Jocelyn Grant’s head where she’d been struck, and her face was black with soot.
COUGH...
She coughed up a puff of black smoke, her body still convulsing.
’I was struck by lightning!’
In that mont, Jocelyn Grant began to question her very existence. She looked up at the sky, then back at Celeste Grant.
Her hand trembled as she pointed at Celeste.
"You... you..."
"This... is impossible."
’Is Celeste Grant so kind of jinx? Or was she simply born to be my undoing? That must be it. She’s my nesis.’
’Even the Heavenly Dao can’t just go around striking people for no reason, can it?!’
Jocelyn Grant never imagined she’d be struck by lightning for just saying a couple of sentences. She had never heard of anything so outrageous. ’Is the Heavenly Dao this idle these days?’ She hadn’t sworn any heavenly oath, so why was it watching her?
Once, when she was very young, she’d had a dream in which soone told her she was the Destined Maiden. The world would be at her feet, and everyone was supposed to love and help her.
As she grew up, that turned out to be true. Everything had always gone her way, and she felt as if the entire world was on her side. This was why she’d always been so proud, always believing this to be the truth.
But in this mont, Jocelyn Grant was starting to have her doubts.
’Am I not the Destined Maiden? Why would I be struck by lightning when I’m not even undergoing a tribulation? Is this right? Is it, really?’
’Just when did things start getting so unlucky for ?’
Sothing had to be wrong. Jocelyn Grant refused to believe she was simply struck by lightning. Instead, she suspected Celeste Grant had pulled so kind of trick, used so dirty thod. So kind of wicked Evil Technique.
"Celeste Grant, what did you do? COUGH COUGH... It was you, wasn’t it? You must have used so wicked Evil Technique.
The sky hadn’t changed in the slightest; it was clear for miles. How could Heavenly Thunder appear under these conditions? Celeste Grant must have used so dirty trick.
Jocelyn Grant was furious. She stabilized her position in the air above the pool and looked up at Celeste, the very picture of a victim.
"You dug out my Spirit Root and crippled my Cultivation! I went through hell and back to recover, and you still won’t leave be. Wasn’t killing Brother Hawthorne enough for you? What more do you want? Will you only be satisfied when I’m dead?"
Celeste Grant sneered. "Then go die. You said it yourself, I’ll only be satisfied and feel at ease when you’re dead. For every day you live, I’ll be watching you. You’re so benevolent—why don’t you go ahead and die to fulfill my wish and put my mind at ease?"
Jocelyn Grant’s face flushed red.
"You... You’re delusional!"
’She wouldn’t die, not even if Celeste Grant did.’
Jocelyn Grant stared at her.
"Practice these crooked ways, and sooner or later, you’ll live to regret it."
Celeste Grant gave her a look that scread, ’Are you a fucking idiot?’ She pointed to herself.
", practicing crooked ways? Are you nuts? Are you blind, or are your eyes growing out of your ass? That was the power of Heavenly Thunder! If I were really that powerful, I’d have been striking you over and over until your very Divine Soul was blasted to smithereens."
Jocelyn Grant felt like she was going to lose her mind.
’This feeling was unbearable. I can’t win an argunt against her, and I can’t beat her in a fight.’
’It hurts so much.’
’That bolt of Heavenly Thunder was incredibly powerful. After being struck just once, I can feel my Divine Soul wavering.’
Regardless of what Jocelyn Grant was thinking, Celeste Grant was thrilled to see her get struck by lightning. She happily made a finger heart at the sky and didn’t forget to add a few fawning words. "Thank you, Lord of Providence, for the complintary face-smacking."
She glanced up at the sky.
She made a small bow of thanks.
But when she looked back at Jocelyn Grant, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "HAHAHA... I’m not laughing at you, I just couldn’t hold it in. See, Jocelyn? The heavens are always watching. Disrespect the Heavenly Dao and you get struck by lightning! Serves you right! And look at your hair—my goodness, it’s all scorched."
Jocelyn Grant was enraged.
She had been in the middle of confronting Celeste Grant when the sudden bolt of lightning interrupted her, causing the power of her own Cultivation to backlash against her.
Her chest throbbed with a sharp pain, her Dantian was damaged, and the lightning strike had left her Divine Soul unstable.
Now, with Celeste Grant mocking her so cruelly, she was so overwheld with sha and fury that she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this,
a sinister glint appeared in Celeste Grant’s eyes.
"Strike while the enemy is weak."
"Now die!"
Without giving her a mont to recover, Celeste Grant swung her Wolf Fang Club again, aiming a powerful blow right at Jocelyn’s forehead.
This ti, Jocelyn Grant couldn’t react in ti and was sent plumting from the sky into the pool below.
From then on, the mont she broke the surface, Celeste Grant would bring the club down on her head.
"WHACK."
"WHACK."
"SMACK."
"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK-SMACK-SMACK..."
It was a perfect ga of whack-a-mole.
Every ti she tried to fly up, she got smacked right back down.
You had to admit, Jocelyn Grant was durable for soone in the Golden Core Stage. A Wolf Fang Club that big could smash against her head and literally create sparks.
This just went to show how tough the physical body of a Golden Core Stage cultivator really was.
Of course, Celeste Grant was no pushover, either. She showed absolutely no rcy, putting her full strength into every swing.
Jocelyn Grant was hit again and again, coughing up more and more blood with each blow.
"Gotta say, you’ve got a lot of health points."
Celeste Grant’s figure darted all over the space above the pool. Whenever Jocelyn Grant’s head broke the surface, she was imdiately beaten back down.
This continued until her head was a bloody ss.
"AHHH... Stop it!"
"Celeste Grant, I said stop!"
"AHH... Celeste Grant, it’s you or !"
"When were we ever on good terms? We’re archenemies, rember?"
「Nearby, at the edge of the pool.」
Javier Sinclair calmly took out a piece of candy and unwrapped it, getting it ready to feed to her.
’His woman is pretty fierce,’ he thought.
’Is this what they call a tigress?’
Just as he was thinking this, Celeste Grant seed to sense his gaze and turned to look over. "What are you staring at? Never seen a woman this beautiful before?"
The corners of Javier Sinclair’s lips curled upward.
"I unwrapped a candy for you," he said. "You carry on."
’No... this is my gentle, beautiful wife! How could she possibly be fierce?’
Just then, Jocelyn Grant’s miserable screams echoed from the pool.
Followed by the sound of bones breaking.
It was a truly grueso sound.
Celeste Grant might have had a shred of sympathy for others, but for Jocelyn Grant and her coterie of n, she had absolutely none.
’As the designated villainess,’ she mused, ’if I showed them even a sliver of pity or kindness, I wouldn’t survive three episodes. If that happened, I’d be the one getting my Spirit Root dug out and my whole family killed.’
She put away her Wolf Fang Club.
Celeste Grant was just about to dig out Jocelyn Grant’s Spirit Root and cripple her Cultivation once again. But before she could act, she sensed sothing was off about this place.
And just then, a strange phenonon occurred. The ground began to tremble slightly. Celeste looked up and saw a vortex forming in the air directly above the center of the pool.
The next mont,
runes lit up in several places around the pool’s edge. Then, she watched as Jocelyn Grant’s body was pulled straight into the vortex. Inside the vortex was a complex Array she couldn’t decipher, and in the blink of an eye, Jocelyn vanished.
Celeste Grant was dumbfounded.
"Fuck! Could the favoritism be any more obvious? This is such bullshit, absolute bullshit! Author, you fucking hack, show yourself!"
She couldn’t stop herself from cursing, rattling off a string of insults.
"Goddammit! Isn’t the protagonist just so special?"
"Plot armor! This is blatant plot armor! It’s pissing off! If you can’t play fair, just say so! Grumble, mutter, curse..."
Even Javier Sinclair could tell she was swearing up a storm.
Jocelyn Grant had escaped.
The pool returned to its normal state. Only the blood in the water and its tallic scent remained.
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