Chapter 97: Chapter 95: This Seat Will Blow Up a Firework for You. Is It Pretty?

"Who wants to fight you? You think I have nothing better to do?"

’Look at all those female sidekicks in novels who just serve themselves up to be humiliated. Every single one gets put in their place and utterly crushed. Me, give her a chance? Dream on.’

’And then there are those novels about so-called "strong female leads." The main character is supposed to be some powerful female general, a master of martial arts with 800,000 troops under her command, yet she still manages to get her limbs broken and is enslaved for three years.’

’Hahaha, with 800,000 troops, she could have just overthrown the Emperor and become The Empress herself.’

So, she couldn’t afford to be an idiot, not even for a second.

"Celeste Grant... How dare you treat me like this! The Azure Sky Sect won’t let you get away with this! Brother Young won’t let you get away with this! You’re just jealous that Brother Young chose me instead of getting betrothed to you!"

’This is what you get from the heroine of a trashy novel. Her brain doesn’t seem to be wired like a normal person’s. How can she even be thinking about that at a time like this?’

Celeste Grant was utterly disgusted.

"Are you sick in the head? You ugly freak, your brain really is wired differently. Don’t you dare mention that gigolo of yours with the surname Young. Get lost. You think everyone’s like you, falling for any ugly toad that comes along? Just keep your little lover to yourself."

Jocelyn Grant was talking about Liam Yardley, the senior disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.

By the way, that Liam Yardley was the fiancé betrothed to the novel’s original "female side character." However, after Celeste Grant transmigrated, she avoided that plot point and never got engaged to him.

He was a real backstabbing ingrate, too.

Liam Yardley’s father was the son of one of Mr. Grant’s friends. When Liam’s parents were being hunted down and on the verge of death, they entrusted their son to Celeste Grant’s parents, asking them to send the boy to his maternal uncle.

So, Liam Yardley lived with the Grant Family for a while when he was a child. It was during that time he and Jocelyn Grant hit it off—a match made in hell. But they never said anything. Instead, he always used Celeste as a shield, even claiming he wanted to marry someone like her when he grew up. That was why Mr. Grant had proposed the betrothal in the first place.

’Thankfully, I knew the plot and refused. Otherwise, just the thought of being tied to a person like that by a marriage contract, even one in name only, would have been enough to ruin my mood.’

Later, Liam Yardley was discovered to possess a Spirit Root and joined an Immortal Sect to begin his Cultivation. Three years after that, he brought Jocelyn Grant to join him.

’It was Liam Yardley who personally forced that poison down my throat, all to get back at me for Jocelyn Grant. I still remember the smug looks on both of their faces.’

’So whether it’s Liam Yardley or anyone else, I won’t let a single one of them off the hook.’

Perhaps because Jocelyn Grant was still spouting threats even in her current state,

Nerida walked over and kicked her.

"Those cowards from the Azure Sky Sect? You could give them ten times the nerve and they still wouldn’t dare come here looking to die!"

Celeste Grant stepped forward.

She looked down at Jocelyn Grant condescendingly. "’There’s always someone better than you?’ Have you finally experienced that for yourself? Jocelyn Grant, you really are something else. You’re completely talentless, but you just love picking fights."

’If it weren’t for her plot armor, there’s no way she would have survived this long.’

"You..."

"Brother Milo, save me!"

At that moment, Jocelyn Grant finally remembered the man called Milo.

But right then, her paramour was in mid-air, fighting Elder Lawson. His mask had been knocked off long ago.

Elder Lawson possessed the power of a Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, while Milo was merely in the Golden Core Stage. The gap between their realms was immense. Elder Lawson had been toying with him the entire time, beating him down as if playing with a dog. It was a humiliating beatdown, too, aimed right at his face. By now, Milo was black and blue, completely on the defensive.

When he saw Jocelyn Grant’s predicament, his face filled with anguish.

"Jocelyn!"

"Damn it! Stop, all of you! Fine. This is just fine. You dare harm my woman? I’ll make every last one of you pay with your lives!"

’My, my. Elder Lawson has already beaten him to a pulp, and he’s still trying to act tough.’

’A bunch of classic "tyrannical CEO" lines floated through Celeste’s mind, but hearing them come out of the mouth of this bruised and swollen "male lead" was just too cringey to watch.’

Nerida pointed at him. "You two morons are sick in the head, always threatening to make people ’pay with their lives.’ You’re even more arrogant than we are in The Demonic Sects!"

Elder Lawson simply waved a hand, sending a slap across Milo’s face so hard it nearly twisted his head around, knocking a spray of blood from his mouth.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You forced my hand."

High in the sky, Milo was seen spinning something in his hand. He then crushed a black Jade Token and unleashed his ultimate attack.

"Today, you all must die!"

The next moment, the sky filled with a crimson light as thunder began to surge overhead.

Celeste Grant glanced up.

’Anyone who gets to be a male lead must have a few tricks up his sleeve.’

’What kind of killing blow is this? It looks as powerful as an Early-stage Divine Transformation technique—if anything, it’s even stronger. A Golden Core Stage cultivator instantly gaining the power of the Divinity Transformation Stage... Isn’t that a bit of an overpowered cheat?’

Celeste Grant’s brow furrowed slightly.

’If that attack hit me, I’d be deader than dead.’

Celeste felt she had still underestimated them. ’From now on, I have to be more careful when dealing with Jocelyn Grant and her men. You can’t judge them by normal standards. After all, breaking through to a new realm mid-battle or temporarily boosting your Cultivation... those are perks reserved for protagonists.’

She took a step back.

Her body fell into the arms of someone behind her, and a hand steadied her by the shoulder.

"Elder Lawson, you may all stand down."

"Yes, The Exalted One."

Seeing him appear, Celeste Grant grabbed his hand.

"The Exalted One... if you can’t beat him, you have to protect little old me~"

"Stop being so dramatic and speak normally."

He said that, but his hand reached out to pat her head.

Even Javier Sinclair thought the man in the sky was getting a little loud.

Javier Sinclair extended a hand, a blood-red glint appearing in his eyes. The next moment, he clenched his fist. Simultaneously, high in the sky, Jocelyn Grant’s paramour simply exploded. He didn’t even make a sound before he was gone.

Countless blood-red "flowers" drifted through the air, but they dissipated on the wind before they could even fall, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.

"I set off a firework for you. Was it pretty?"

As soon as he spoke, Celeste Grant nodded.

’She was being serious about that; it really was beautiful. What kind of Magic was that? To kill someone so aesthetically, without a hint of gore.’

"Very pretty. You should do it more often."

Javier Sinclair paused. The two of them met each other’s gaze and let out a sinister laugh in unison.

"Alright. I’ll be sure to set off a few more for you in the future."

"Hehe, okay!"

Standing not far away, Nerida’s mouth twitched.

Celeste Grant pointed at the blood-red flowers dissipating in the sky and asked, "Is he completely dead?"

As she spoke, she formed a hand seal and closed her eyes to check. Not a single trace of his Primordial Spirit remained.

Javier Sinclair sneered.

"Completely. The soul-shattering, never-to-return kind of dead."

’A mere Golden Core Realm cultivator had the audacity to act so arrogantly before me?’

’He’d killed hundreds, if not thousands, of Golden Core cultivators.’

’As for that instantaneous boost in Cultivation? Nothing but an empty bluff.’

Celeste Grant smiled.

There was a chill in her eyes.

"So he’s really dead."

’Good riddance.’

With that thought, Celeste Grant’s mood brightened considerably. She grabbed his arm, leaned in, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. She giggled. "You Archfiend, I could just love you to death for this."

Javier Sinclair froze on the spot. He was blushing.

He glanced sideways at Celeste Grant, and seeing her happy smile, his own mood inexplicably lifted.

’Wait, what did she just say?’

’That she loves me?’

’Hah!’

"Shameless."

Celeste Grant glanced at him.

’He’s clearly enjoying this but still has to act tough.’

But she really was happy right now.

Just like that, another one of Jocelyn Grant’s men was dead.

With this thought, she turned to look at Jocelyn Grant.

"So many Floras! Your Brother Milo exploded."

Jocelyn Grant’s face was a mask of disbelief.

"No! This is impossible!"

"Brother Milo!"