The very thought made his heart bubble with joy. ’It’s been so long, and my dream of having a daughter still hasn’t co true.’
Seeing the expectant look in his eyes, Celeste Grant pushed his hand away and shot him a playful glare. She chuckled. "Heh, still want a daughter? You should take a look at your current cultivation. It’s not like we can have one just by wanting it."
She also wanted a sweet little girl to call her "Mommy," but that wasn’t sothing she could just wish into existence either.
In the Cultivation World, the stronger a Cultivator’s power and the higher their cultivation, the harder it is for them to have children. It’s not that high-level Cultivators can’t have children—they certainly can—it’s just that the chances are much lower.
Low-level Cultivators in the Cultivation World can have children easily. In contrast, those with high cultivation might need years, decades, or even a century or more before they have an opportunity to bear a child.
This is hard for ordinary people in the Mortal Realm to imagine, but for Cultivators, it’s a perfectly normal affair. Their lifespans are so long that decades or even a century are but the blink of an eye to them.
Javier Sinclair said nothing. He simply bent down and swept her up into his arms.
As he held her,
Celeste Grant wrapped her arms around his neck. "It’s the middle of the day. What do you think you’re doing?"
"It’s snowing outside, and there’s nothing else to do..." He leaned close to her ear, his voice a low whisper. "Today, you can do whatever you want with . I won’t resist."
While speaking, he carried Celeste Grant into their room and shut the door behind them.
From behind the closed door,
voices could be heard.
"Do whatever I want, is it? Fine, you old Demon. See if I don’t put you in your place today."
"My lady, must you tie my hands? I can’t even move."
"What’s not good about it? I think it’s perfect. Co now, be a good boy and call ’Big Sister.’"
"Don’t even think about it... Absolutely not."
"Don’t be shy! Call ’Big Sister’ and I’ll be very good to you."
"Never..."
As it turned out,
it was just one little word.
Sotis, you just have to say what you’re told...
The snow fell for several days, finally stopping on New Year’s Eve.
Javier Sinclair was standing in a corridor when so Bloodfiend Den disciples passed by not far away. It was Nerida and Elder Lawson, and they were in the middle of a conversation.
"Elder Lawson, hurry up! The madam wants us to go make dumplings."
"These hands have killed more than a few people, but this is the first ti I’ve used them to make dumplings."
As they spoke, Nerida caught sight of Javier Sinclair standing in the nearby corridor. They exchanged a look and headed toward him.
"Greetings, Exalted One."
"Your subordinate greets you, Exalted One."
Seeing Elder Lawson and Nerida approach, Javier Sinclair asked, "What were you just saying about making dumplings?"
Hearing the question, Elder Lawson replied, "Reporting to The Exalted One, the madam said that for the New Year to feel like the New Year, we need the right atmosphere. So she’s gathered everyone in the plaza outside the main hall to make dumplings together. We’re supposed to eat them tonight."
Nerida, standing before Javier Sinclair, glanced at him and said, "Oh, and The Exalted One, the madam asked you to co make dumplings too. Are you going?"
’Making dumplings?’
A hint of a smile touched Javier Sinclair’s eyes. He said coolly, "She asked for ?"
’If the madam summons, I must go.’
With that thought, he stated plainly, "I’ll head over now."
The mont he finished speaking, his figure vanished, leaving only a wisp of dark energy lingering in the air.
After he was gone, Elder Lawson, still standing in the sa spot, looked at Nerida with a puzzled expression. "The madam summoned The Exalted One? How co I didn’t know about that?"
Nerida smiled faintly. "Does it matter if she did or not?"
Elder Lawson nodded. "Heh, you’re right, it doesn’t matter. The most important thing is that the madam and The Exalted One have a good relationship."
"Indeed. Let’s head over as well."
"Let’s go..."
「anwhile」
In the plaza outside the Bloodfiend Den’s main hall, a large crowd of Demon Cultivators had gathered.
They had their sleeves rolled up, so kneading dough and others rolling out wrappers. Every one of them was working with great vigor.
Celeste Grant had declared that the dumplings had to be made by hand, with no Magic allowed. As a result, the plaza looked like a battlefield. Wrappers and flour flew through the air. Everyone was covered in flour, either on their faces or on their clothes.
Perhaps this was the joy of doing things by hand. Even those who didn’t know what they were doing were clearly having a great ti just by being a part of it.
"Old Man Warren, your dumplings certainly have personality! Every single one is different, and the sizes are all over the place! HAHAHAHA."
"Get lost... You’ve got the nerve to laugh at ? Look at your own! The filling is spilling out everywhere. You’re hopeless, Old Hu."
"Damn it... I refuse to believe I can’t make a single dumpling today without the filling leaking out!"
"Hey, look over there!"
"Look over there! Elder Sawyer is incredible. The dumplings he’s making are all identical in size and shape, like they were duplicated with Magic."
Elder Sawyer looked at Elder Warren and the others who had gathered around him. He held up a hand, gesturing for them not to be so surprised. "My little sister always loved to eat, so I learned how from our mother when I was young. Making dumplings isn’t difficult."
With Elder Sawyer were his sister and his niece.
Just then, his sister chid in, "That’s right. My big brother doesn’t just know how to make dumplings; he’s a fantastic cook, too. He’s a total dostic god!"
Her words sent the entire crowd roaring with laughter. One person even threw his head back and howled.
"HAHAHA... A dostic god! Old Man Sawyer, you’re one of a kind! So, Old Man Sawyer, when are you getting married off? Make sure to invite to the wedding feast!"
"HAHAHA!"
Unfazed by their laughter, Elder Sawyer remained quite calm. He expertly folded another dumpling and set it down neatly with the others. He glanced over at them and said coolly, "I’m in a good mood today. Laugh all you want."
"HAHAHA, sorry, Elder Sawyer! I just can’t help it! HAHAHAHA..."
Victor Rhodes, however, looked at him with pure admiration. "Uncle, you’re amazing! They say the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach. Uncle, I have to learn from you so my Yana will never want to leave my side."
He said this as he held out a dumpling he’d just made for Yana to see.
"Yana, what do you think of the one I made?"
"Not bad. Now look at mine."
Not far from them, the powerfully built Damon Grant was kneading dough. The female cultivator beside him was the woman he loved.
"You’re amazing, Brother Rook."
"Brother Rook, you roll the wrappers so perfectly."
"Heh, it’s just rolling wrappers. I got the hang of it right away. Wanda, your dumplings look great, too."
Celeste Grant, walking by, saw how well the two were getting along and couldn’t resist chiming in. "Rook, Wanda, when are you two going to tie the knot and treat us all to a wedding feast?"
Hearing this, Damon Grant stood up straighter. With his hand still resting on the dough, he snuck a glance at the woman he loved. "I’ll do whatever Wanda wants."
He sighed. "The main problem is that Wanda’s father doesn’t approve of . But that’s alright. I’ll definitely win his approval eventually." ’My future father-in-law has at least stopped trying to beat up lately,’ he thought. ’I’m sure I’ll be able to marry Wanda one day.’
Celeste Grant looked at the fair-skinned, beautiful Rowan Forrest, then glanced at the bear-like Rook.
She could understand how the girl’s father must have felt upon eting him. ’His heart must have ached.’
’All that work raising a beautiful cabbage, only to have it rooted up by a pig. Hahaha.’
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