’How did Silas Stowe become like this?’

’What on earth happened to him all these years? Why is he so unreasonable now? Is this really the same Silas Stowe she knew, the same obedient, well-behaved boy?’

Even Jocelyn Grant could feel how dangerous he was now.

He pointed to himself as he spoke.

"Me, unreasonable? Ha! You used to say this personality of mine was cute. When you liked me, Joce, you’d call me your sweet little brother. Now that you don’t, I’m just being unreasonable."

Hearing him belittle her so bluntly, Jocelyn Grant’s carefully maintained gentle expression started to crack. A wave of sorrow washed over her. ’How could he say such things to me now?’

"What nonsense are you talking about? That’s not what I meant at all."

Silas Stowe stared at her.

"Am I scary now? Am I hideous? Haha, your expression is just so cute. I love it when you look like a little bitch. We were truly born to be together, don’t you think, Joce? I really, really like you."

"You... How could you curse at me?"

Jocelyn Grant’s face froze.

She felt a surge of irritation, thinking she might have made the wrong decision. ’Perhaps Silas isn’t my destiny after all. The Silas of today has fallen and become an Evil Cultivator. Righteousness and evil have never been able to coexist. There will be no good end for me if I stay with him.’

At this thought, she decided to placate him first, then make other plans once her sealed Cultivation was restored.

’Silas has changed.’ 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

’He’s not the Silas I once knew.’

"Silas, you’ve misunderstood. I just didn’t recognize you for a moment."

She put on a look of being completely misunderstood as tears streamed down her face. "Silas, you know I’m not that kind of person." Suppressing the urge to push him away, she stiffly reached out, hugged him, and began to coax him.

"You’ve broken my heart. When I saw how you’d changed just now, I was worried sick. I thought you’d been possessed by an Evil Cultivator. And yet you misunderstood me so badly and even cursed at me. Silas, what on earth has happened to you?"

Silas Stowe hugged her, a sick, twisted expression on his face. He reached up and stroked her hair. "Don’t cry, Joce. I’m fine. I knew you still had me in your heart."

As he spoke, a Cultivation-style drama of forced love, starring an obsessed "little brother," began to unfold.

He swept her up in his arms and forced a kiss on her.

Tears welled up in Jocelyn Grant’s eyes again, but this time they weren’t from shyness. They were tears of utter despair.

"No... Silas, you’ve fallen to the Demonic Path! Snap out of it!"

She couldn’t stand the sight of his face.

"BLECH..."

She immediately turned her head to the side and threw up.

Seeing how disgusted she was with him, Silas Stowe’s face filled with rage.

"Disgusted with me? What right do you have to be disgusted with me?"

"Silas Stowe, you’ve fallen to the Demonic Path! Do you even know what you’re doing?"

Hearing this, Silas Stowe dropped the act.

He said bluntly, "The Demonic Path? No, no, Joce. From the very first day I met you, I’ve been an Evil Cultivator. Do you know what an Evil Cultivator is? It might scare you to hear it. We’re the kind that practices Cultivation by devouring flesh, blood, and poisonous miasmas."

At his words, Jocelyn Grant’s expression changed, and she shoved him away.

"What are you trying to do?"

Looking at this version of Silas Stowe, she began to feel a genuine fear.

He saw the wariness on her face.

Silas Stowe caressed her face with a hand covered in what looked like spiderwebs. "Don’t worry, Joce, I would never hurt you. I still want to have a child with you. Then the three of us will never be separated again."

The idea of having a child with him was more than Jocelyn Grant could accept. "No, Silas, listen to me... I’ve been thinking, and this is wrong. I’ve only ever seen you as a little brother."

Silas Stowe tilted his head.

"A little brother? The kind you sleep with?"

Jocelyn Grant’s face turned ugly.

Silas Stowe ignored her protests. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. "You’re disgusted with me, aren’t you, Joce? But what right do you have to be?"

He pinched her chin, forcing her head up to meet his gaze.

"I haven’t even started complaining about how you jinx me, and you’re already disgusted with me."

Jocelyn Grant struggled out of his grip, her voice rising. "What do you mean, jinx you? What nonsense is this? Let go of me! You’re insane!"

The mention of it made Silas Stowe think of all the misfortunes he’d suffered since meeting her. An irrepressible fire of rage surged up, and he slapped her across the face.

"You *do* jinx me! You bitch, you actually jinx me!"

"You don’t have to like me. You can like other men. I’ll even let you have another man’s child. I can ignore all of that. But this business of you jinxing me... I refuse to believe you don’t know about it."

The slap sent Jocelyn Grant sprawling to the ground, completely stunned.

She looked up, her face a mask of disbelief.

"You hit me? You dared to hit me."

Silas Stowe looked at his own hand, his face filled with regret.

He walked over, his expression penitent. "I’m sorry, Joce. I didn’t mean to. I just love you too much. I was just jealous."

He grabbed her by the shoulders, his face a picture of heartache. "Joce, does it hurt? I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again."

At that moment, there was no way Jocelyn Grant could believe he actually loved her.

"Don’t touch me."

An Evil Cultivator.

In that instant,

Jocelyn Grant finally, deeply understood that he wasn’t some sweet little brother. He was a cold-blooded Evil Cultivator. Who knew what had set him off, but this Silas Stowe was clearly a madman.

’No... I have to get out of here. I have to get away from him.’

"Why are you disgusted with me? Jocelyn, I like you so much. I truly, truly like you. Look at me, just look at me."

"Get away."

She waved her hand in disgust, slapping him right across the face.

Silas Stowe touched his own cheek.

"Joce, you hit me. You really do love me after all. Let’s have a child. A daughter would surely be as beautiful as you. You don’t hit anyone else, only me. I knew you loved me."

’How could I have ever thought he was simple and kind? Now his true colors are on full display.’

"No... don’t."

Seeing him lean in, Jocelyn Grant immediately tried to push him away.

And then Silas Stowe slapped her twice more. The blows knocked Jocelyn Grant’s head to the side, and tears fell from her eyes.

"Joce, why must you always make me angry?"

He pushed her to the ground.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

"Are you still thinking about that Liam Yardley? Joce, you’re mine. I won’t allow you to think about anyone else."

Tears streamed down Jocelyn Grant’s face.

Suddenly, Jocelyn Grant felt her Cultivation return.

She looked at Silas Stowe kissing her, and a murderous intent flared in her eyes. ’Anyone who hurts me deserves to die.’

She circulated her Cultivation and struck Silas Stowe with her palm. He never expected her to recover her Cultivation at that moment. Caught off guard, he was sent flying straight into the cave wall.

Her hands formed a seal. Pressing her advantage, she swung another palm strike directly at him.

"Silas Stowe, you’ve fallen and become an Evil Cultivator. I can’t watch you go down this wrong path any further. I’m sorry," she said in a pained voice. The next moment, she closed the distance, the sword in her hand thrusting straight toward Silas Stowe.

Just in time, Silas Stowe dodged the attack.

He looked at her, enraged. "Joce, you want to kill me? That’s just heartbreaking. Since you’re so heartless, don’t blame me for what comes next."

The moment the words left his mouth, black spider legs burst from his body and stabbed straight toward her. The sound of a spider’s CHITTERING filled the air.

"Joce, why won’t you just listen to me? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a little spider baby together?"