"Mrs. Sheffield, we’ve completed the live-streaming app you ntioned."
"And we’ve also finished the errand-running app."
Inside the Bloodfiend Den’s Council Hall, Celeste Grant was surrounded by three elders, with Nerida standing off to one side.
The three elders were excitedly talking over each other, reporting their latest progress to her.
The man standing to her right spoke up.
"It’s just that, well, your subordinates felt that the na ’Live-Streaming App’ didn’t properly display the might of our Demonic Sects. So the three of us discussed it and took the liberty of renaming them. The live-streaming app is now called Demon Fla, and the errand-running app is now called Demonic Express. What do you think, Mrs. Sheffield?"
The speaker was Elder Lawson, the chosen number-one workhorse, accompanied by Elder Warren and Elder Holt.
’What objections could I possibly have? None. Absolutely none.’
"You guys are incredible!"
"I’m at a loss for words. You’ve all earned a bonus! You’re absolutely killing it!"
Celeste Grant gave them a thumbs-up, showing her wholehearted approval.
No matter where you are, high-end talent like this—people who conduct research and make real contributions—deserve respect. Especially people like Elder Lawson and his team, who were working themselves to the bone. She was truly speechless.
Celeste Grant was in a good mood.
She said, "Elders, you have once again made a trendous contribution to our Bloodfiend Den. I’ll skip the empty pleasantries. I prefer to give sothing more tangible."
As she spoke, Celeste Grant stretched out her hand, and in the next mont, three piles of colorful, supre-grade spirit stones appeared before her.
"These supre-grade spirit stones are your reward."
The three elders’ eyes went wide.
"Supre-grade spirit stones."
"So many supre-grade spirit stones."
"Mrs. Sheffield, this is far too generous."
Celeste Grant smiled faintly.
"Take them. You’ve all worked hard recently; this is your reward. Keep up the good work. I have high hopes for you."
With a gentle wave of her hand, the spirit stones flew toward them. The three elders hurriedly caught them and tucked them away in their Storage Rings, as if afraid of dropping even one.
Their hearts burned with excitent.
"Thank you for your gift, Mrs. Sheffield."
"Thank you for your gift, Mrs. Sheffield."
"Thank you for your gift, Mrs. Sheffield."
It turned out there was no such thing as being the richest, only richer. One supre-grade spirit stone was worth a thousand top-grade spirit stones, or ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones...
’To be fair, Mrs. Sheffield treats people like us really well.’
In recent years, even the lowest-ranking ordinary disciples in the Bloodfiend Den enjoyed benefits on par with the Core Disciples of other Sects in the Cultivation World—or even better.
As the saying goes, with enough Cultivation Resources, you could raise a pig’s Cultivation. That’s why in recent years, countless disciples in their Bloodfiend Den had seen their Cultivation levels soar.
In short, Celeste Grant’s status in the Demonic Sects was now incredibly high. It wasn’t just within the Bloodfiend Den; the other Demonic Sect factions, who were also raking in profits by following her lead, were all championing her cause.
Her identity was no longer just the wife of The Blood-Venerate, but the "Mrs. Sheffield" of all the Demonic Sects.
’In the future, we must continue to go through fire and water for Mrs. Sheffield and champion her cause.’
Elder Lawson’s full na was Kenneth Lawson, Elder Warren’s was Simon Warren, and Elder Holt’s was Donovan Holt.
The three of them each had their own specializations: Arrays, Artifact Refining, and talismans. Their skills in these fields made them top-tier talents in the Cultivation World. Even among the Seven Great Celestial Sects, they would rank near the top.
The Demonic Sects, therefore, did not lack for talent.
The fruits of Elder Lawson and his team’s research had been refined and compressed into a single tal card.
Celeste Grant examined the tal card in her hand, which was imprinted with the Bloodfiend Den’s emblem. Its surface was covered in the intricate patterns of an Array Map. It had a substantial feel, made from a material impervious to both fire and water—the kind that even a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator couldn’t easily destroy.
The refining and inscribing process for this thing was incredibly complex. A single glance at the countless array patterns, big and small, felt like falling into an abyss. It was the kind of thing a slacker like her could study until she died and still not understand.
The three elders enthusiastically began explaining the card in her hand and how to use it.
"Mrs. Sheffield, all the functions you ntioned are inside. You just need to inject Demonic Qi or Spiritual Energy to activate the Array within."
Another continued, "That’s right! Once activated, the Array will serve as a center point. Within a thousand-mile radius, any of our Bloodfiend Den brand ’phones’ will automatically have our new apps replicated onto them for use... like this... and this..."
Listening to their explanation, complete with words and gestures, Celeste Grant understood.
"It works like that?"
Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up as she said, "So you don’t even have to download it? It’s a unilateral, forced installation! Hahahaha."
’Then again, that makes sense.’
This was the Cultivation World. Even if the functions of their creations were similar to those from her old world, the underlying principles were completely different.
The Cultivation World had no internet, no code, no computers. But you couldn’t underestimate the people here. They could use other thods to replace technology. In a way, this was the cultivation version of tech.
Just then, Elder Warren added a reminder.
"Mrs. Sheffield, activating the Array covers a vast area, so it requires a powerful energy source. Each activation will consu five top-grade spirit stones, and it requires at least three Golden Core Cultivators to infuse their Cultivation simultaneously to power it."
Celeste Grant nodded slightly after hearing this.
She waved her hand dismissively. "That’s not important. The cost is already as low as it can get. Elder Lawson, I’ll leave this to you. Tomorrow, start by installing it for everyone in our Bloodfiend City. Then, go to every corner of the Cultivation World and install it one by one. It’s ti for the gossip-loving masses of the Cultivation World to enter the age of live-streaming and video scrolling."
As for charging money?
They wouldn’t.
This ti, it was free.
As they say, the most expensive things are the ones that are "free." They had plenty of ways to make back the principal with interest later on.
The thought of soone flying through the sky with Sword Control while still rembering to tap a little red heart on their phone made Celeste Grant want to laugh.
She couldn’t help but want to belt out a song: ’Co on, let’s make so trouble! We’ve got all the ti in the world!’
She was one step closer on her path to becoming a fabulously wealthy woman.
You couldn’t bla Celeste Grant for being so eager to make money. She received a twenty percent cut of the profits from the Bloodfiend Den’s expanding businesses.
She’d had it from the very beginning. Even during the years she was lost in a deep sleep of enlightennt, Javier Sinclair had soone set her share aside for her own private treasury.
In this regard, Javier Sinclair was a man of principle.
’I’m sure so terminally lovesick sister out there would say, "You’re already together, why keep accounts so separate?"’
’No, no... that’s completely different. It’s normal to refuse what others give you, but how could you refuse what you’ve earned yourself? There was no way I would turn down my share.’
’No matter what, a woman should never give up her career or her money for anyone. That’s what a foolish pushover would do.’
’If you et a good man you can spend your life with, that’s one thing. But if you end up with a scumbag who changes for the worse, you’ll end up losing both him and your money.’
’You have to look out for yourself at all tis.’
’You yourself are the most important thing.’
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