Looking at the candies in the basket, Celeste Grant glanced at Javier Sinclair and smiled faintly. She reached in and took one out.

"Would you like some candy, Exalted One? Want one?"

Javier Sinclair shook his head slightly.

"I do not eat candy."

’He’s not a child, after all.’

"But they’re very sweet."

Celeste Grant unwrapped a piece as she spoke and held it to his lips. "Just try it. You’re the one who bought them, after all. I’m just regifting your own present."

Javier Sinclair said flatly, "I am a Demon Cultivator, not one of those bald donkeys." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Pfft! Bald donkeys." Celeste Grant laughed at his words. Her fingers slid from his shoulder to rest on his chest. "Actually, an ascetic Buddha Son wouldn’t be so bad, not with a face like yours, Exalted One. If you were a Buddhist Practitioner, I’d definitely pull you down from your divine pedestal and make you break your vows for me."

’A Buddhist Practitioner... and she wants him to break his vows?’

A few possible scenarios flashed through his mind, and Javier Sinclair, blushing, turned his head away. "You woman, what on earth goes through that head of yours all day!"

Celeste Grant’s lips parted slightly as she said, "Thinking about you, of course."

Javier Sinclair: "Hah!"

Seeing his flustered expression, Celeste Grant felt an urge to laugh.

’The Archfiend is getting shy.’

’Such a pure-hearted pretty boy.’

"Come on, have some candy. It’s very sweet," she said, gesturing with her hand.

Javier Sinclair’s gaze shifted from her hand back to her face.

Meeting Celeste Grant’s smiling face, Javier Sinclair felt a stir in his heart. He reached out, gently cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her lips.

It was a light, fleeting kiss before he let her go.

After a quick glance at her, he calmly turned away.

’This woman has been leading me around like a dog on a leash. I have to get some of my pride back.’

She only heard him say one thing.

"The candy on your lips is sweeter."

She was so surprised the candy nearly fell from her hand.

Celeste Grant froze.

’His words were like a bomb going off in her heart. What did he just say? The candy on my lips is sweeter? Heavens, did he really just say that?’

"Oho, is that something an Archfiend like you would say?"

’The Archfiend just flirted back at me.’

’I know this is just The Archfiend trying to save face! But I have to admit, I felt it. It’s one thing for The Archfiend to be handsome, but it’s another thing entirely when he says something sweet.’

’Suddenly, today’s candy seems exceptionally sweet. Maybe this is what love feels like?’

’Heart, you need to stop. A love-struck brain is a dangerous thing.’

She smiled faintly and shot him a playful glare.

"Your son is still here, you know."

Hearing this, he simply said, "It’s fine! He can’t see."

Celeste Grant let out a soft "Oh?", leaning in closer. "My, my," she whispered, "you’ve learned to be bad."

That voice...

"I never said I was a good person." As he spoke, he grabbed her wrist, brought her hand to his lips, and ate the candy she offered.

"Yes, yes, you’re so capable. You’re The Demonic Sovereign; no one is more evil than you. You’re the leader of The Demonic Sects, and I’m the designated villainess, so it’s only right that you’re the father of my child."

Javier Sinclair wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Her coaxing made the corners of his lips twitch, unable to suppress a smile, but he still had to say something haughty.

"As long as you know."

Aaron Sinclair, who was following not far behind them, indeed hadn’t seen a thing.

When he had looked over just now, all he saw was a cloud with a math problem from the *Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art* written on it. He had even subconsciously calculated the answer.

Aaron Sinclair rolled his eyes at his dear father.

’A problem from the *Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art*!’

’I can’t even with him!’

’Dad, you’re just shameless...’

The next evening, the family of three finally returned to Bloodfiend City.

As the saying goes, there’s no place like home. It felt liberating to be back in a familiar place.

"We’re finally back."

Bloodfiend City was just as bustling as when they had left.

Above the Bloodfiend Den, a blood moon hung in the sky as usual. If a flying Spirit Beast were to pass overhead at night, the terrifying atmosphere was absolutely unparalleled.

Looking from a distance, the path to the Bloodfiend Den was still littered with skeletons and skulls. To say nothing of the fact that even a gatekeeping dog walking through here would look like it had several lives on its conscience.

When the three of them arrived at the main square, Nerida was already there with people to greet them.

"This subordinate respectfully welcomes The Exalted One, Madam, and the Young Master back to the palace."

Javier Sinclair raised his hand slightly.

"At ease."

Seeing Nerida, Aaron Sinclair called out.

"Aunt Nerida."

Nerida’s gaze shifted to Aaron Sinclair. She walked right past Javier Sinclair, reached out, and swept the boy into her arms. "Young Master, you’re finally back! Let me see... oh, my treasure, you’ve gotten thinner! Your little face isn’t chubby anymore."

In the Bloodfiend Den, besides Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair, the person who doted on her son the most was Nerida.

Aaron Sinclair felt a little embarrassed. "Aunt Nerida, is it possible you’re mistaken? I haven’t changed at all."

Nerida laughed.

"No, no. There’s a kind of thin called ’your aunt thinks you’re thin.’ Look at this little face, and your calves! You’ve slimmed down a whole size."

’He’d been a round little fatty until he was six. Now that he was finally having a growth spurt and slimming down, he was determined not to get chubby again.’

Celeste Grant laughed out loud.

He looked at Javier Sinclair.

"Exalted One, why does that sound so familiar?"

’Like master, like subordinate.’

Nerida looked at Celeste Grant and Javier. "Exalted One, Madam, you must be tired from your journey. Please go to the Blood Pool for a soak and rest early. I’ll take the Young Master to his room."

Celeste Grant: "Alright."

"Let’s go, Exalted One."

With that, she grabbed his arm and headed for his quarters...

After returning to the Bloodfiend Den, Celeste Grant lazed around for two days before resuming her money-making ventures.

Elder Lawson and the others were still developing the "app," but progress was slow. Celeste Grant was keeping track of it, but she wasn’t worried. With their talent, it was only a matter of time before they refined it successfully.

During this time, Celeste Grant also went to check on the night market and do some inspections.

The night market was even better than when it started, with a more complete selection of food. In particular, the new addition of a fighting arena was attracting countless people. Some came purely for the thrill of a fight and the victory.

Others had a clear goal: they came for money and Spirit Stones. At times like these, everyone would invite friends and family to cheer them on, and those who loved a good spectacle would also flock over after hearing the news. With all the back-and-forth, after every match, the Bloodfiend Den was absolutely raking it in.

「Meanwhile.」

Jocelyn Grant had returned to her own Sect, the Azure Sky Sect. She also saw the senior and junior martial brothers she used to know.

’After being away for so long, she was finally back.’

"Brother Young, I’ve missed you so much."

Seeing the passing senior and junior martial brothers look her way, she finally regained her confidence.

’Only that Demon Cultivator with Celeste Grant was blind. He never gave me a proper look, choosing that bitch Celeste Grant instead.’

She glanced at the senior and junior martial brothers of her Sect. ’With just a look or a wave of her hand, these men would fall all over themselves to bring her Elixir Pills and Magic Treasures.’

"Seventh Senior Martial Brother."

"Third Senior Martial Brother."

"Second Senior Martial Sister."

But Jocelyn Grant hadn’t yet noticed that the gazes of those people landing on her were filled with a bit of shock.

Some people stared at her, then huddled together to whisper. "I must be seeing things."

"Is that Jocelyn Grant?"

"It’s our Junior Martial Sister."

"HISS... she actually came back."