This was no longer the world she used to live in, where she’d gone through nine years of compulsory education.

In this world where the strong were revered, she wouldn’t ask her son to be some kind of saint. As long as he held to his principles, didn’t slaughter the innocent, and could live with a clear conscience, that was good enough.

Celeste Grant reached out and took his hand. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Son, Mom is telling you that true strength lies in protecting—protecting everything you care about. We don’t have to be saints, but we can’t use our high Cultivation to bully the weak, nor can we treat human lives like dirt just because we are powerful. Whether it’s through Cultivation or Devil Cultivation, you must be able to maintain a clear conscience."

Aaron Sinclair nodded.

"I understand, Mom."

Celeste Grant put a hand on her hip.

"The Demonic Night Market officially opens tonight, and a lot of people will be flooding in. Son, I’m putting you in charge of maintaining order. If anyone dares to use this as an opportunity to cause trouble, give them a good beating and toss them far away."

Aaron Sinclair pressed his fingers together and made a gesture. "Piece of cake. Leave it to me."

Later that evening, Celeste Grant headed to the night market with her people, and Javier Sinclair came along with her. He wore a skull mask, acting as Celeste Grant’s free bodyguard. With his aura concealed, no one recognized him except for a few elders and protectors who knew him very well.

When she arrived, a huge crowd had already gathered at the entrance to The Demonic Night Market; it was a sea of people as far as the eye could see. All sorts of people were there. Most were there to collect their Spirit Stones, some wanted to see what a "night market" was all about and join the excitement, and a few were just passing by.

A smile spread across Celeste Grant’s face as she looked at the crowd.

’She didn’t care what their purpose was; as long as they came, they were her customers. And in the future, they could become repeat customers, hahaha!’

’After all, who could resist the temptation of barbecue?’

Outside the entrance to The Demonic Night Market was a large plaza, which Celeste Grant had divided into several sections. Visitors could board their Spirit Beasts and the carriages they pulled. For a few Spirit Stones, they could even have them fed. In short, service was paramount.

A red cloth now hung above the night market’s entrance, waiting for her, the one in charge, to pull it down and officially declare the market open.

Seeing her arrive, the Bloodfiend Den disciples waiting there all bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Madam."

"Greetings, Madam."

She raised a hand to gesture.

"You may rise."

This was the first time Celeste Grant had appeared before the crowd in person, not just in a Memory Stone projection.

Celeste Grant was dressed quite formally today in a moon-white, embroidered, wide-sleeved dress. The chest, cuffs, and collar were embroidered with the Bloodfiend Den’s totem in gold thread. Even the choker around her neck was a top-tier Magic Treasure.

The Step Shaking hairpin in her hair was also a Defensive Magical Artifact.

As the crowd’s eyes fell upon Celeste Grant, only a few words came to mind: obscenely rich! Loaded! Truly, truly loaded.

And judging by the attitude of those Demon Cultivators toward her, her status in The Demonic Sects was clearly very high.

’So this woman is The Archfiend Javier Sinclair’s wife! He kept her hidden so well. The rumors all said he wasn’t interested in women, but it turns out he was just protecting his wife too well. No outsiders even knew! That Demon is truly insidious. They had all been deceived.’

Celeste Grant looked at the elders and asked.

"Is everything ready?"

Elder Lowell, who stood at the front, responded. "Everything is ready, Madam. We were just waiting for you."

"Good."

"Then let’s begin."

The moment her voice fell, Elder Lowell’s hands began Sealing. Simultaneously, an Array lit up on the ground in a circle. The spot where she stood slowly rose, forming a high platform. In an instant, she could see everyone clearly.

Standing on the platform with her were Elder Lowell and the others, and of course, her free bodyguard, The Archfiend himself.

Celeste Grant pressed her fingers together and directly used Magic. This way, everyone would be able to hear her voice.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoists. My apologies for the long wait."

"Today is the grand opening of our Bloodfiend Den’s night market. On this momentous occasion, I thank all you Fellow Daoists for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here. On behalf of the Bloodfiend Den, I welcome you all."

Hearing this, the people from the Immortal Sects grew impatient. Someone shouted, "Didn’t you say we’d get Spirit Stones just for coming? Hurry up!"

"Yeah, this isn’t a scam, is it?"

"Maybe you can’t afford it."

An elder standing beside Celeste Grant instantly released his oppressive aura.

"Everyone, quiet! If anyone dares cause trouble on the territory of The Demonic Sects, don’t blame us for being merciless."

At these words, the people below immediately fell silent. It just goes to show, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and plots are meaningless.

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Fellow Daoists, please don’t be anxious. You will get what was promised. But before we open, I invite you all to enjoy our night market’s opening ceremony. Next, please welcome the disciples of our Bloodfiend Den for a performance."

She clapped her hands lightly as she spoke.

At the same moment, a group of figures flew slowly down from the sky. Accompanied by a gentle, flowing melody, a group of graceful female cultivators soared through the air, dancing elegantly. The crowd felt as if the female cultivators were flying right past their eyes, and one by one, they were captivated.

’So beautiful!’

Some even felt the phantom touch of their long, flowing sleeves brushing past their cheeks. In that moment, they could only stare blankly, forgetting to speak.

’Even the female cultivators from the Immortal Sects aren’t this beautiful! Are these really Demon Cultivators? If they had symbols floating over their heads right now, they would definitely be pink hearts.’

This was the feeling of infatuation.

At this, some of the older male cultivators looked at their disciples with growing anxiety. ’These sheltered fools are completely mesmerized by these enchantresses! They’ve all forgotten what they came here for.’

"Stop staring! What is there to see? It’s a conspiracy! This must be a conspiracy by The Demonic Sects to make your Dao hearts unstable after just one visit. See them for what they are! These are demonic enchantresses, skilled in bewitching the hearts of men!"

Hearing this, a disciple standing beside him said foolishly, "But... she just smiled at me. Does that mean she likes me?"

"She smiled at me, too! What could she have done wrong? They must not have joined The Demonic Sects willingly. They must have been forced!"

Hearing this, the elder who had come with them felt like he was about to have a stroke.

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

Celeste Grant smiled at the crowd and said, "They are all female cultivators of our Bloodfiend Den. If you enjoyed their performance, please give them a heart sign."

As she spoke, she used Magic to draw a heart in the air with her finger. "This is called making a heart. It means you like something. Go on, give it a try."

While speaking, Celeste Grant snapped her fingers, and many smaller hearts appeared before her. With a wave of her hand, the pink, bubbling hearts floated toward the gracefully dancing female cultivators.

They dissipated in the dancers’ hands the moment they were caught. It was all very beautiful and romantic.