Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 304: Chapter 302: The World’s Will Called Me Older Sister—How Ridiculous

Celeste Grant felt that the World’s Will might have misunderstood something.

All she had meant was for it to change its face to match the portrait. She never expected it to abandon Jocelyn Grant’s body entirely and use the scroll to forge a completely new one.

’So... was this scroll some kind of treasure she didn’t know about?’

’Darn it, what a blunder! It seems those novel tropes are important after all. Sometimes, the most unassuming things turn out to be incredible treasures. I’ll have to pay more attention next time.’

At that moment, the young girl standing not far from her lifted the hem of her dress and spun around. She raised a hand to look at it, then touched her face, her eyes filled with joy and excitement as she looked down at herself.

The World’s Will was truly happy. This was quite possibly the happiest she had been since her creation.

’This feels like my own body, one I was born with. Not something borrowed that doesn’t feel like me at all.’

’So this is what that woman, Celeste Grant, meant by being a one-of-a-kind existence?’

She pinched her face, then her leg.

"It’s actually real."

"This is my body, not someone else’s."

She could feel that her current body was real. Although her essence was still an ethereal and illusory existence, she now seemed to possess an incarnation—one of flesh and blood. After having her body reforged by the Kirin Scroll, she had actually become a true human Cultivator.

Her current strength was at the Late-stage Tribulation Crossing Cultivation. Of course, her original form would be much stronger, but she preferred this body.

Wait, she seemed to have overlooked something.

’Flesh and blood?’

"Flesh and blood, and it’s my own? How is that possible?"

She raised her hand and swiped a finger, creating a bloody cut. freёwebnovel.com

"This... How can this be?"

Before she could even process her shock, the wound healed.

And the source of this blood... she sensed it in an instant. The blood came from Celeste Grant.

The World’s Will turned to look in Celeste Grant’s direction. ’It’s the same as hers.’

"You, you actually..."

Seeing the girl looking at her, Celeste Grant pointed to herself, a bewildered expression on her face. ’Did the World’s Will get a new body and a scrambled brain to go with it? She keeps leaving her sentences half-finished.’ "What are you looking at me for?"

’And you’re an evil being bent on destroying the world, yet you’re staring at me with teary eyes. Does that even make sense?’

Regardless of what Celeste Grant was thinking, the way the World’s Will looked at her had completely changed. It was a look of gratitude and the affection one would show to family.

’To think I used to call her a vicious woman. Prejudice really is a mountain that’s hard to move. She’s not vicious at all; she’s so beautiful and kind. Actually, thinking back, it doesn’t seem like she ever did anything wrong. What’s wrong with trying to change your own destiny? No, she wasn’t wrong. The injustice of fate was what was wrong.’

’In all my life... no, since the moment of my creation, no one has ever been this good to me.’

’Celeste Grant is the first.’

’Not only did this woman give her such a precious treasure to remake her body, but she even used her own blood as a catalyst, allowing her to have a body that was truly, truly her own.’

Never before had she felt so truly alive.

"Don’t you hate me? I was awful to you before, I helped the heroine, and I never took your side."

Hearing these baffling words, Celeste Grant looked utterly confused. She couldn’t help but ask, "Huh? Is your brain broken? Though, I will say you’re a lot easier on the eyes now." ’Finally, she’s not wearing Jocelyn Grant’s punchable face anymore.’

Hearing this, the young girl in the pink dress looked down at herself happily. Then she looked back at Celeste, shy and bashful.

"Really? Do I look good like this?"

Celeste Grant was quite satisfied with her own artistic skills. "I drew it myself, of course it looks good. You can question my Cultivation, but you cannot question my aesthetic."

’She... she actually complimented my looks.’

At that thought, she blurted out, "Big Sister, you’re very beautiful too! Much prettier than that piece of trash, Jocelyn Grant. No, she’s not fit to be compared to a single strand of your hair."

Those words struck Celeste Grant like a bolt of lightning to the head.

She placed a hand on her chest and mumbled, "What in the world did you just call me? I must be hearing things." She turned her head to Javier Sinclair. "I was just hearing things, right?"

Javier Sinclair silently met her gaze, indicating that he had no idea what was going on either. With a cold expression, he faced the other girl and demanded, "What are you trying to pull now?"

Seeing their expressions, the World’s Will looked regretful. She kicked Jocelyn Grant’s body to the side, then walked forward and dropped to her knees with a THUD.

"Big Sister, Brother-in-law, everything in the past was my fault." She glanced at Javier Sinclair before turning back to Celeste Grant. "I’ll be obedient from now on, I promise. I’ll never do anything to hurt you again."

’Big Sister, Brother-in-law?’

Javier Sinclair: "..."

Celeste Grant: "..."

’She’s lost her mind.’

’Is this the same demonic being who was screaming about destroying the world, the one who was immortal and indestructible? So that scroll really wasn’t some treasure for suppressing evil beings? Or did her brain really just break?’

Celeste Grant: "Back, back, back."

Javier Sinclair: "Don’t just call people whatever you want. Who are you calling brother-in-law?"

"I know you both hate me right now." Before they could speak, the little girl kneeling before them had a deeply moved expression. She continued, "Since the day I was created, no one has ever been so good to me. Big Sister, you were the first one to teach me how to be a person, and you taught me that every individual is born unique. You not only used a scroll refined from the hide of the Primal Auspicious Beast, the Kirin, to reforge my body, but you also used your blood as a catalyst to grant me a true, flesh-and-blood incarnation."

"Kirin Scroll?"

Celeste Grant felt a pang in her heart.

’A scroll refined from the hide of the Primal Auspicious Beast, the Kirin... that would have to be an Immortal Level treasure, right? And to think, back in the Bloodfiend Den’s treasury, it was just being used to prop up a chest. Heh, should I say our Bloodfiend Den was just that extravagant, that rich?’

Though she was thinking this, she put on a faint smile and waved her hand. "Actually, you weren’t in the wrong either; our standpoints were just different. It wasn’t easy for you to come into being. While the scroll is a treasure, I had no use for it, so don’t overthink it. I just found it an eyesore to see you constantly staring out of Jocelyn Grant’s face."

’Sob... my heart aches.’

’The Kirin Scroll... I missed out on a great treasure. Such is life, such is fate.’

Seeing Celeste being so kind to her yet refusing to admit it, the World’s Will’s eyes reddened. "Big Sister, you’re such a good person! To think I treated you so badly and cursed you before... I’m not even human! I know you’ll never forgive me, but I’m sorry, I was wrong!"

Celeste Grant: ’It’s fine. I’ve cursed you out plenty of times myself, and probably a lot more crudely than you ever did to me.’

’But this World’s Will has clearly misunderstood, and even filled in the blanks with her own wild imagination. And then she went and moved herself to tears with her own story.’