Chapter 177: Chapter 175: Good People, Are You Insulting This Venerable One? (Part 1)

Silas Stowe was furious.

"I’m going to eat you."

As he spoke,

he raised both his hands.

"Ooh, looks like you’re about to use your ultimate move. Perfect, let me see what you’ve got."

Celeste Grant stood her ground, unhurried, waiting for him to unleash it.

Then, she watched as eight black spider legs sprouted from Silas Stowe’s body. His frame and bones expanded, swelling to several times his original size. Not only that, but a spider’s head grew from his back, letting out a CHITTERING sound.

’A monster! This is a legendary monster! A hybrid of a Demonic Beast and a human. If this were the modern world, he’d definitely be captured, dissected, and studied.’

Celeste Grant was a little surprised by the sight.

It was the first time she had ever seen a perfectly normal person transform into such a grotesque creature, neither human nor monster.

Silas Stowe cackled. "GHEH GHEH GHEH... See that? You won’t be laughing in a moment. I’ll devour you, and soon you’ll become energy for my Cultivation."

"CHITTER CHITTER..."

The sound from the spider was unsettlingly creepy.

Celeste Grant glanced up. His torso was now suspended in the air, propped up by his long spider legs on the ground.

"So these are the legendary long legs I’ve heard so much about."

At that moment, Silas Stowe looked down at her from his great height and let out a manic laugh.

"HAHAHA! Die, you bitch!"

Countless spider legs shot straight toward her. Despite his massive size, his movements were incredibly swift.

Celeste Grant glanced at him and asked curiously, "My dear fellow Cultivator, now that you’ve become a giant spider, can you spin webs? Can you? Even though you’re a guy, can you still spin silk?"

Silas Stowe’s face turned green with rage upon hearing her words.

’An insult.’

’This is a grave insult.’

’I’m not a real spider, so how could I possibly spin silk? I only became like this after consuming the inner core of a Phantom Spider Demonic Beast and practicing an Evil Technique. I never gained the ability to spin webs.’

"Damn you! How dare you insult me! You’re still running your mouth when you’re about to die."

Celeste Grant feigned disappointment.

"You can’t? You really can’t? You gave up being human, but as a spider monster, you can’t even spin a web? What a waste."

Hearing this,

Silas went berserk with rage.

"AHHH! I’m going to kill you!"

Silas Stowe was thoroughly enraged.

He was an Evil Cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, and he currently possessed the power of the Late Stage of Golden Core. Celeste Grant was also a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, but her realm was slightly higher than his. As a result, once they started fighting, Celeste immediately gained the upper hand and began to dominate him.

She even found time to toy with him.

"Ooh, so many little leggies. I wonder if it’ll hurt if I chop them off."

"Hehehe, a chop to the left..."

"AHHH..."

"A chop to the right..."

"And I’ll chop, chop, chop, chop, chop..."

Facing the spider legs attacking her, Celeste Grant focused her Cultivation into her sword and lopped them right off.

The severed spider legs fell to the ground, oozing corrosive blood.

"How gross... So it does hurt. Hehe, let’s go again. Stick your little leggies out, don’t hide."

’Chopping off several of his spider legs in a row feels pretty satisfying,’ Celeste thought.

Terrified, Silas Stowe wanted to run.

"You’re shameless... What kind of sword is that?"

’I’ve cultivated my spider legs to be stronger than Magic Artifacts. How can she sever them so easily?’

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Didn’t your dear Jocelyn tell you? This sword in my hand is an Immortal Sword. And you just had to show off so many spider legs. Weren’t you just asking to be chopped? JEH JEH JEH, I’m so wicked."

Silas Stowe cried, "What? That bitch really is my bane! And you... all you women are worthless! You should all die!"

"AHHH..."

Seeing the Evil Cultivator’s defenses crumble,

Celeste Grant unscrupulously twisted the knife.

"Actually, I was the one who sent that fortune-teller. Hehe, I didn’t think you’d actually believe him. Aren’t you and your beloved Jocelyn true loves? Why are you screaming about killing each other now? It seems your love couldn’t stand the test."

Silas Stowe froze.

"What? That fortune-teller was a fraud you hired?"

At that moment,

Silas Stowe felt an unbearable pressure in his chest, as if he were about to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Celeste Grant raised a hand and said with a smile, "That’s right, I hired him. No real reason, I just wanted to watch you and Jocelyn Grant tear each other apart. Oh, my dear fellow Cultivator, you need to relax. In a way, she really is your bane, so it wasn’t a complete lie."

Silas Stowe exploded with fury.

"AHHH! Go to hell!"

"How dare you trick me..."

In that instant, Silas Stowe’s mind broke completely. His eyes turned red, and he lost the last of his humanity.

"Just what I was waiting for."

Celeste Grant gathered her Cultivation and charged straight at him in a flurry of slashes.

In just a few moments, most of the surrounding buildings were destroyed.

Unable to win, Silas Stowe began to retreat, preparing to escape.

Celeste Grant gave chase, relentlessly attacking.

"Don’t run away."

"Little spider, let’s play together."

’Even I think my mental state is exceptionally good right now,’ Celeste thought. ’JEH JEH JEH.’

Soon, Celeste Grant had lopped off all his spider legs, and with another slash of her sword, she even severed the spider head from his back.

Silas Stowe had no choice but to revert to his original form, now covered in blood.

"You forced me to do this! Then let’s die together!"

"Even if I die, I’m taking you with me!"

Silas Stowe had exhausted all his trump cards and no longer had the strength to resist. As a final, desperate act, he decided to self-destruct his inner core, hoping to drag Celeste Grant down with him.

BOOM!

Everything in the vicinity was razed to the ground. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The power of a self-destructing Golden Core was immense.

Sensing the danger, the Dragon Pattern Bracelet on Celeste Grant’s wrist instantly activated, shielding her from the blast.

As for the villagers, Javier Sinclair waved his hand and shielded them as well.

So, while Silas Stowe had self-destructed, Celeste Grant stood unscathed in the same spot, not even a speck of dust on her clothes.

’He’s dead just like that?’

’No, wait.’

’It can’t be that simple.’

She brought her fingers together and spread her Divine Sense across the area, immediately spotting a wisp of a Primordial Spirit fleeing toward the sky.

’Just as I thought. I knew he wouldn’t die so easily.’

’This guy... he survived even that.’

’He must be some kind of main character, having all these life-saving abilities.’

"Quick, grab him!"

The moment she spoke,

Javier Sinclair’s figure flashed into view. He reached out and snatched the wisp of Primordial Spirit in his hand.

Silas Stowe, now just a sliver of a Primordial Spirit trying to escape, was caught in his grasp.

He struggled with all his might,

his face a mask of terror.

"Let me go!"

"Let me go! Who in the world are you?"

Javier Sinclair just sneered.

He tightened his grip.

The next moment, Silas Stowe’s captured Primordial Spirit dispersed.

He was completely and utterly gone.

By now, the Great Sacrificial Array of Nine-Family Village had been broken by Javier Sinclair. The villagers here had all returned to normal.

They had only suffered some injuries, but thankfully, their lives were not in danger.

The survivors of the catastrophe.

The villagers, saved by Celeste Grant and Javier, slowly came to their senses, their faces lighting up with joyous surprise.

"I’m not dead!"

"We’re still alive!"

They hugged each other, their faces wreathed in smiles.

The villagers present turned their gazes to Celeste Grant.

They had all witnessed the magnificent sight of this female cultivator chasing down and slaughtering that Golden Core Stage Evil Cultivator. And it was the man in the sky who had broken the Array and saved them all.

At this moment, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair were like second parents to them, the ones who had given them a new lease on life.

"Thank you, Immortal Saviors, for rescuing us!"

"Thank you, our benefactors! Thank you, Immortal Saviors!"