Chapter 145: Chapter 143: The Divine Artifact Accepts its Master, Jocelyn Grant Appears

’Strange. I’m sure I’ve never seen this tripod before. So why does it feel a little familiar?’

’Whatever, it’s not important.’

He said, "Stop crying. You’re a Divine Artifact, but you’re spouting water like a kettle. How about you come with me? I’ll show you the good life."

’This aura.’

At that moment, the tripod that had been trapped by Javier Sinclair stopped resisting. The instant Aaron Sinclair’s aura appeared, it cried out in delight.

"Master... Master..."

The next moment.

A figure appeared, lunging straight for Aaron Sinclair and throwing its arms around him. It was a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, and he was so happy hugging Aaron that he almost jumped for joy.

"Master, you’re finally here! They were bullying me."

Aaron Sinclair looked at the Divine Artifact’s spirit before him. The tripod really did feel a little familiar. ’Could it be? Is this tripod fated to be mine? Is that why it feels so close?’

"Is there any chance you’ve got the wrong master? You could, however, consider accepting me as your new one."

Hearing this.

The Artifact Spirit of the Purple Fire Tripod said, "Impossible! I’d recognize you even if you were turned to ash. How could I ever mistake my own master? It’s you, it’s you, it’s definitely you!"

’Recognize me even if I were turned to ash, huh?’

Aaron Sinclair said, "Well, thank you so much for that."

"Master, I’ve waited here for so long, and you never came for me. Master, do you have other tripods now? Don’t you want me anymore? Am I not strong enough? Not big enough? Didn’t you say I was your one and only? Do you really have other tripods?"

Aaron Sinclair: "..."

’You’re a crybaby Divine Artifact. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’re my wife from the way you’re talking.’

His hand itched, and he sent a slap flying.

"Speak properly."

The Purple Fire Tripod’s Artifact Spirit obligingly went flying, rolled once, and then sprawled on top of the enormous tripod. It then exclaimed, "That’s the stuff! You’re my master, all right. Only my master would hit me like that. I’m so moved! It’s been so, so long since Master last hit me."

Celeste Grant: "..."

Javier Sinclair: "..."

Aaron Sinclair: "..."

’Maybe we should just leave this tripod behind.’

The next moment.

The Artifact Spirit flickered back into existence before him.

This time, it was a bit more serious.

The spirit knelt and bowed its head.

"Greetings, Master."

Seeing this.

Celeste Grant looked at her son.

"Son, the Divine Artifact is acknowledging you as its master. Quick, form a contract with it." ’Even if this Artifact Spirit’s a little unhinged, it’s still a Divine Artifact.’

Aaron Sinclair made a small cut on his finger, drawing a bit of blood.

He held out his hand, and the blood flew up and landed on the Purple Fire Tripod. As his blood touched the tripod, it let out a joyous hum and lit up with runes.

At the same time, the same runes lit up on the body of the Artifact Spirit kneeling before him.

The contract was formed.

From now on, this tripod was his Divine Artifact.

The Artifact Spirit’s figure vanished, and a pattern appeared on Aaron Sinclair’s arm. It looked just like the giant tripod, only in a miniature version.

In that same instant, the giant tripod hummed, shrinking until it was the size of a seal, and flew before Aaron Sinclair.

Aaron Sinclair held out his hand, and the tripod landed in it. It radiated a mysterious, ancient, and powerful aura. After forming the contract, he could clearly sense how to use it.

"Not bad. You’ll stick with me from now on."

"Master, I missed you so much (〃’▽’〃)."

"Let me be clear, I’m not your previous master."

"Yes, you are! You are!"

"Then tell me, who am I?"

"You are... I forgot, Master. I don’t remember. I only remember that you are my master, and you’re very powerful."

These words gave Celeste Grant an idea. Her gaze shifted to her son.

’Generally speaking, a Divine Artifact is connected to its master’s Divine Soul, so it would never mistake its master for someone else. So... does that mean my son has a past life? Or perhaps he’s the reincarnation of some powerful figure.’

’In the Cultivation World, situations like this are quite normal. As long as it’s not a case of possession, he’s still the son she carried to term. And as for possession... her son has been under the Archfiend’s watch since birth. Anyone who dared to try and possess him must have had a death wish.’

’In any case, as long as he’s her biological son, there’s no problem. Whether he has a past life or not doesn’t matter. All that’s important is that he grows up healthy and strong.’

Thinking of this.

She reached out and stroked her son’s head, then looked at the Divine Artifact in his hand. "With the Purple Fire Tripod, your alchemy will be twice as effective with half the effort."

The Purple Fire Tripod in Aaron Sinclair’s hand sounded smug. "Of course! I’m very powerful. Mere alchemy is nothing. Besides, I’m a mature tripod now. I can perform alchemy all by myself! Master, I’m very useful."

Aaron Sinclair’s eyes lit up, and he looked down at the small tripod in his hand.

"You can perform alchemy by yourself?"

"Didn’t you say it, Master? ’I’m a mature tripod now. I can’t rely on you for everything; I have to learn to do things myself.’"

Hearing this.

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

"Hahaha, so something like that happened."

’Suddenly, she felt this was exactly the kind of thing her son would do. Perhaps this tripod really did have some connection to him.’

Seeing the Divine Artifact in her son’s hand.

Celeste Grant was in a great mood.

’The process was a bit absurd, but they got the Divine Artifact in the end, so the result was still excellent.’

’In the book, the Divine Artifact was taken by Jocelyn Grant. Maybe because I transmigrated and resisted fate, the plot has now changed.’

Happy, Celeste Grant scooped up her son in her arms.

"We’ve been out for a while. Let’s go home."

"The Archfiend left," Aaron said.

"Daddy left," Javier replied.

"Mm," Celeste acknowledged.

The family of three stood in the sky above Silverstream Valley. As for the valley below, it had been transformed by the landslides and fissures caused by the emergence of the Divine Artifact.

Additionally, the array in Silverstream Valley had been broken, allowing the poisonous gas from the outskirts to spread freely. In that moment, the isolated Silverstream Valley became a thing of the past.

The commotion from the Divine Artifact’s emergence did not escape the notice of many.

And so, just as they had secured the Divine Artifact and were preparing to leave.

They saw a group of people flying toward them from the distance.

Celeste Grant was also ready to leave, but she spotted an old acquaintance.

She put her son down, and the three of them concealed their figures.

Several people were seen arriving via Sword Control, their figures landing directly in Silverstream Valley.

"Jocelyn Grant?"

’She actually showed up.’

Celeste’s gaze fell upon her, her eyes filled with cold indifference.

’Back then, I dug out her Spirit Root, crippled her cultivation, and had her thrown to the ends of the earth. I never expected that after all these years, she would not only reconstruct her Spirit Root but also restore her cultivation. She’s already at the Early Stage of Golden Core now.’

’Damn!’

’Is this the "female lead" treatment? No matter how much you mess with her, she always has some fortuitous encounter. Even after having her Spirit Root dug out and her cultivation crippled, she can still recover.’

’Her life force is so tenacious. She’s like an unkillable cockroach.’

Javier Sinclair, standing beside Celeste Grant, also saw Jocelyn Grant. Even he was a little surprised.

"There really is something uncanny about her."