anwhile, at the Bloodfiend Den.
Celeste Grant stood in a corner, watching the female cultivator dancing behind the screen.
At that mont, a phrase ca to her mind.
Be careful who you et online.
The person dancing was not so beautiful female cultivator.
The dancer was a disciple from the Bloodfiend Den’s Bloodbeast Peak who cared for the Spirit Beasts. Because her Cultivation was low, she had struggled to break through for a long ti. As a result, she was quite old, with wrinkles on her face and a good deal of white in her hair. But this kind of dance didn’t require her to show her face, and her performance was stunning.
When Celeste Grant had first seen her, she’d noticed her graceful figure and ca up with this idea. She had the disciple give it a try, not expecting the result to be so good.
Their Bloodfiend Den was truly brimming with talent.
The dance ended.
The dancer moved off-cara.
The dancing disciple ca before Celeste Grant.
"Mrs. Sheffield, was that acceptable?"
She was a little nervous.
Celeste Grant gave her a thumbs-up in imdiate approval. "You danced very well. Go claim your reward."
Hearing this, the disciple’s face lit up with joy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Sheffield."
Next up.
The livestream continued.
The Bloodfiend Den’s performances ca one after another. No one left the livestream; in fact, more and more Cultivators flooded in. The displayed viewer count was now incalculable.
Among them, a Demon Cultivator nad Rook wildly showed off his physique.
His features were rugged and wild, as fierce as a wolf’s. He was over two ters tall with powerful muscles, and he even showed the audience what it ant to be strong enough to withstand tens of thousands of pounds of force.
That wasn’t all—with a single punch, he pulverized a massive, multi-ton boulder.
When his solid chest and wild face appeared on screen, many female cultivators in The Cultivation World blushed. His looks, however, weren’t favored by the majority of female cultivators. But a select few liked his type exactly.
Among the most excited was the junior sister from the Primal Heaven Sect, Rowan Forrest.
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she saw the Demon Cultivator appear on her phone screen.
"It’s him."
"He’s so strong."
’I really want to touch his chest.’
"No, no... How could I think that? It’s too embarrassing."
Rowan Forrest squatted in a corner, pressing against the wall in her excitent.
"I wonder if he has a Taoist Companion... Would he like soone like ?"
Ever since he saved her in the Secret Realm, his powerful figure had been constantly on her mind.
’I’ll never et anyone more handso than him.’
She looked down at her own petite fra.
"Would he think I’m too skinny? Maybe I should eat more from now on?"
As she was watching the livestream, soone appeared before her.
"Junior Sister, I finally found you."
The sudden appearance startled Rowan Forrest.
It was her senior brother, Henry Warren.
"Don’t co any closer."
She stood up and waved her hand, forbidding him from approaching. "Stay back..."
’My senior brother is too clean-cut, and his body is so scrawny.’
’There’s no way I’m marrying him.’
’Her other senior and junior brothers were all pretty much the sa, and she wasn’t interested in any of them.’
’Dad said he would pick a Taoist Companion for her from among those senior and junior brothers, but one look and all she saw were scrawny figures. Her interest vanished instantly. She couldn’t bring herself to like them at all.’
’She really didn’t know what her father was thinking. His own scrawny, average build was one thing, but to insist on picking soone just like him for her...’
"Senior Brother, you should go back by yourself. I’ll head back on my own after a while."
"No... Junior Sister, it’s too dangerous outside. I can’t rest easy with you out here."
’She is my woman,’ he thought. ’I absolutely cannot let her run wild outside and let her heart stray.’
Henry Warren said, "Junior Sister, you know I like you. Let’s go back and get married."
His words terrified her.
She glanced at him.
Her face was a mask of reluctance.
"I don’t want to."
"I don’t like you, Senior Brother. I will not marry you."
Henry Warren clenched his fists.
"Why? What’s wrong with ?"
Seeing the way she avoided him like the plague made him question his very existence.
’His looks were outstanding, and his Cultivation wasn’t bad either. So many female cultivators in the Sect adored him, yet he only had eyes for his junior sister.’
’He was confident in his looks, but every ti his junior sister looked at him, he started to wonder if he was actually ugly.’
Rowan Forrest looked at him.
"Senior Brother, you’re a good person, but I just don’t have any romantic feelings for you. I only see you as a brother."
She was serious.
Henry Warren didn’t believe it.
"Junior Sister, we’re childhood sweethearts! We grew up together. I don’t believe you don’t have any feelings for ."
Rowan Forrest frowned slightly.
’Why can’t he get it through his head?’
’Like is like, and dislike is dislike. How could she not know the difference? The main thing was, when she looked at him, she just couldn’t feel anything.’
"Senior Brother, I’ll say it again. I don’t like you... and I won’t marry you."
Henry Warren shouted, "If you don’t like , who could you possibly like?"
’Who do I like?’
Rowan Forrest clutched her phone, her face reddening.
"It’s not you, anyway."
Seeing her blush, Henry Warren stared at her in disbelief, his expression turning angry. "Who? Who is it? Is it Second Senior Brother or Fifth Junior Brother?"
’Around his junior sister, they were the ones with the best chance to compete with him. No matter who it was, he would never allow it.’
’Second Senior Brother? Fifth Junior Brother?’
"I don’t like them either."
A sudden thought struck Henry Warren, and he looked at her.
"You like that Demon Cultivator?"
Rowan Forrest blushed. "I..."
"You really like him? Junior Sister, are you insane? As a female cultivator of an Immortal Sect, how could you be so bewitched by a Demon Cultivator? You actually like a Demon Cultivator! Co back with ..."
He reached out, his tone severe.
"I can’t let you continue down this wrong path."
Rowan Forrest really disliked him.
"Who I like is none of your business."
"No... You’re coming back with ."
He stepped forward and grabbed her.
"Let go."
Seeing her resistance, Henry Warren grew furious, his tone becoming forceful.
"Junior Sister, you can only marry ."
’Henry Warren had been waiting for her to grow up.’
’He thought he would be able to marry her soon.’
’And now his junior sister had fallen for soone else.’
’How could he possibly endure that?’
He yanked her arm, pinned her against the wall, and moved in to kiss her by force.
"Don’t touch !"
Rowan Forrest swung her palm and struck him.
She watched him with a wary expression. "I really don’t know what my dad sees in you. You’re showing your true colors now, aren’t you? Admit it, you’re not a good person at all. If you dare do anything to , my father won’t let you off!"
Rowan Forrest already disliked him, but the look in his eyes at this mont made her even more disgusted.
’What kind of look was that?’
’It’s disgusting.’
"Junior Sister... are you really this heartless towards ?"
"I have never liked you."
"No... You’ve just been bewitched by that Demon Cultivator."
’Junior Sister could only be his.’
At this thought, he struck out and knocked Rowan Forrest unconscious.
He caught her as she fell.
"You can only be mine."
’If he and his junior sister beca husband and wife in truth, would she finally see him in a better light? Would she finally accept him?’
Just as he was about to carry Rowan Forrest away, soone appeared around the corner.
It was a child, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, dressed in black and red robes. He was holding and eating a skewer of candied fruit.
When Henry Warren saw that it was just a child, his wary expression relaxed.
"Get lost."
He was in a foul mood and had no patience for a child who had suddenly appeared.
The one who appeared around the corner was none other than Aaron Sinclair, on his way back to Bloodfiend City.
For the past two days, he had been leading the disciples of Bloodfury Hall out to hunt Demonic Beasts.
On his way back, he passed by and saw a sleazy-looking male cultivator cornering a female cultivator, about to do sothing indecent.
He ate a piece of the candied fruit, then pointed at the man with the skewer.
"Leave the girl. You can go."
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