"No... It can’t be. Brother Milo can’t be dead."

Seeing her beloved die, Jocelyn Grant cried out in anguish, her expression helpless. "I don’t believe it. What did you do to Brother Milo?"

Celeste Grant pointed at the dissipating little red flowers. "Are you blind? Didn’t he already explode into little flowers? Those flowers are a testament to his love for you. How touching."

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but start laughing.

"Hahaha, sorry, I couldn’t hold it in."

’He’s dead.’

’Is Hades really dead?’

Jocelyn Grant felt a pang in her heart.

At this thought, she murmured to herself, "Brother Milo, I’m the one who got you killed." Her gaze then shifted to Celeste Grant, filled with hatred. "Celeste Grant, it was all you! You killed Hades! He wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for you. How could the Grant Family have someone as vicious as you? Don’t you feel any guilt? I’ll haunt you even as a ghost, I’ll never let you go!"

Celeste Grant smiled.

"You want to become a ghost? The disciples of our Bloodfiend Den are quite well-versed in the art of Soul Refining. Usually, we have to go hunting for spirits in the desolate mountains and wilds. If you were to contribute yourself, I’m sure they would be delighted. As for you saying I killed your dear Brother Milo... wasn’t it you who got him killed? And guilt? Why would I feel guilty over some insignificant person? My dao heart is very stable. If I felt guilty every time someone died, what would be the point of cultivating?"

At this point, she sized up Jocelyn Grant and gave her a gentle smile. "Speaking of which, I’m also quite interested in the path of Soul Refining. I just haven’t tried it yet. How about I use you for practice? Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle. I won’t let you feel any pain. What do you think?"

Celeste Grant’s voice was very gentle, a smile on her face.

But her words scared Jocelyn Grant to death. She was still buried up to her waist in the earth, only her hands barely able to move.

"You dare..."

She pointed a finger at Celeste Grant.

"Celeste Grant, you’ve gone too far!" As soon as she finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Celeste Grant took a step back, a wide grin on her face. "Look how happy you are. You’re even spitting up blood."

Jocelyn Grant’s expression turned ugly.

"Celeste Grant, you want to use me for Soul Refining? You’re insane! I’m your cousin!"

"I know. I don’t mind."

’How could this be? Celeste Grant is a lunatic. How did she become so terrifying?’

"You lunatic, stay away from me!"

"Me, a lunatic? How could that be? Look how mentally stable I am. Oh, come on, fellow cultivator, just make a little sacrifice for my benefit. After all, you’re so kind, you must be willing, right? In the future, during the holidays, I’ll even visit your grave to stab it a couple of times. Oh wait, if you’re subjected to Soul Refining, I’m afraid you won’t even have a grave."

Seeing how terrifying Celeste Grant was, Jocelyn Grant wanted to run.

’No... I can’t die.’

At this thought, Jocelyn Grant’s gaze shifted to the man beside Celeste Grant. ’What if I could attract him?’ With that in mind, she immediately put on a tear-streaked, pitiful expression.

It had to be said, her broken appearance was indeed capable of stirring protective instincts in many men.

Right then, Jocelyn Grant wore an expression that said, ’You win,’ as tears streamed down her face. "Celeste Grant, you just wanted to see me in a wretched state. Are you satisfied now? You win. You win."

"I know you’ve always resented me for stealing Brother Young." As she spoke, her gaze fell upon Javier Sinclair, who was beside Celeste Grant. "Do you think Celeste Grant is truly devoted to you? The one she loves is Liam Yardley! She’s only with you because you’re powerful. She’s just using you."

’That’s right, get angry. Be jealous. And then kill Celeste Grant.’

With this in mind, she continued her frantic verbal assault.

"Your Excellency, don’t be deceived by her."

"You probably don’t know, but she was already involved with an Evil Cultivator before you and even got pregnant. How could a woman with such a venomous heart be worthy of you? If Your Excellency doesn’t mind, I am willing to serve by your side, even as a concubine."

From the moment this man appeared, Jocelyn Grant had been consumed by jealousy. On what grounds could Celeste Grant be with such a man? How was a good-for-nothing like her worthy?

This man was so powerful and so handsome. She felt that all the men she had met before couldn’t compare to him. ’If only I could snatch this man for myself.’

Celeste Grant: "..."

’I am willing to marry the Marquis, even as a concubine!’

At that very moment, this classic line popped into Celeste Grant’s mind. Her gaze swept over Jocelyn Grant with an indescribable expression, and she couldn’t help but comment, "This is just beyond ridiculous. The great female lead wants to be a concubine now? Are you possessed by Concubine Joyce or something?"

Jocelyn Grant didn’t understand.

But the thought that any man would come fawning over her like a dog with just a beckon of her hand gave her a surge of confidence. "Celeste Grant, you’re just afraid His Excellency will see your true colors, aren’t you?"

Celeste Grant was speechless.

"Your train of thought really is different from a normal person’s. Jocelyn Grant, just a moment ago you were crying your eyes out, vowing to avenge your Brother Milo. Such true love. How is it that in the blink of an eye, you’re offering to be a concubine to his killer? You’ve really opened my eyes. Your shamelessness is on a level I don’t even know how to describe." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Jocelyn Grant put on a fragile look as tears fell. "What do you know? Brother Milo would surely want me to be happy..."

Celeste Grant looked horrified.

"Suddenly, I feel like I’ve underestimated you. Is this the destructive power of a female-oriented web novel? No, no, you must be an exception. The rest can’t be like this."

Celeste Grant linked her arm with Javier Sinclair’s, glanced at him, and asked, "The Exalted One, what are your thoughts right now?"

Javier Sinclair said with a deadpan expression, "I feel like my eyes are about to go blind. How about I set off another firework for you?"

’Why did I have to see something like this?’

Javier Sinclair’s face turned cold as he averted his gaze. When his eyes landed on Celeste Grant, he seemed to feel better. "Is she really your cousin? You two are nothing alike. Does she have dung beetles in her skull, muttering to herself like a lunatic? And one of her eyes keeps twitching."

"Is it possible she was trying to wink seductively at you? But your description is absolutely priceless."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "’Dung beetles in her skull, hahaha.’" She reached out to stroke his face, pressing her body against his arm.

Jocelyn Grant’s face stiffened.

’Dung beetles?’

’He’s talking about me.’

"You... you two..."

’How could this be? Any other man would have taken pity on her by now. How could this man be so cold and unmoved?’

Javier Sinclair raised a slight eyebrow.

His gaze fell upon her.

"What did you just say about an Evil Cultivator?"

Jocelyn Grant’s eyes lit up.

"Before you, Celeste Grant was already involved with seven or eight Evil Cultivators. Your Excellency, a person like her is completely unworthy of your affection. Yes, and she has a child, too! Who knows which of her lovers is the father."

Javier Sinclair’s face turned cold.

He stretched out his hand. The next moment, an immense force seized Jocelyn Grant by the neck, yanking her out of the ground and leaving her dangling in the air. The force choking her felt like it was about to snap her neck. She was suffocating.