Javier Sinclair casually took down the Barrier.

He looked down slightly at the roasted rabbit wrapped in oil paper on the table, tore off a leg, and handed it to Celeste Grant. "Don’t waste your thoughts on irrelevant people. The rabbit is spicy. Eat it while it’s hot."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"You’re so good to me, darling. Let’s eat together."

She took it and started eating right away.

"This spicy roasted rabbit is so fragrant and delicious."

"It really is good. You should have some more."

"You eat too, my love. Let me feed you."

...

「Meanwhile, on the other side.」

Jocelyn Grant had followed the disciple from the Primal Heaven Sect to a place outside the city. At that moment, several Demon Cultivators were fighting with people from the Immortal Sects, and the battle was in full swing.

Both sides were now trading vicious insults.

A slash would be followed by a curse.

Demon Cultivator: "I curse you to have a son with no asshole!"

Immortal Sect Disciple: "I hope you Demon Cultivators don’t find a wife for the next eight hundred years!"

Demon Cultivator: "Fuck your grandpa... I curse you to have wives and concubines in droves and halls full of children and grandchildren, but not a single one of them will be yours! Every last one of you will be cuckolded! Green is the new healthy, after all!"

"You vile heretics! Killing you is acting on heaven’s behalf and ridding the Cultivation World of a plague!"

"You unlucky bastards who deserve to get your heads chopped off! How dare you provoke us? I’m going to beat you so bad your own parents won’t recognize you!"

"How dare you harm someone from my Primal Heaven Sect! Senior Brothers, let’s kill them together! Sword Array, activate!"

Amidst the volleys of insults, all sorts of magic flew back and forth, wreathed in Demonic Qi and Immortal Spirit Qi. Runes flashed and sword gleams shot past during the brawl. The scene was like something out of a cultivation drama. After a while, both sides had suffered heavy losses and collapsed to the ground. They were all supporting their teammates, coughing up blood.

But even so, they were still throwing their shoes at each other and cursing.

"Come and get me if you’ve got the guts, you son of a b—"

"Don’t get cocky, Demon!"

"You dumb dogs from the Immortal Sects!"

"We’ll round you rats up sooner or later!"

"Come on, you mutts from the Immortal Sects... Come on... In your dreams!" Someone even turned their back and slapped their own ass at them.

They were Cultivators, but they were hardly any different from street thugs.

When it came to shamelessness, the Cultivators from the Immortal Sects were still far outmatched by the Demon Cultivators. The disciples from the Primal Heaven Sect were so angry they all clutched their chests, feeling like they needed a Strong Heart-saving Pill.

The moment Jocelyn Grant arrived, she saw Sean Lockwood being supported by someone, coughing up blood. Seeing this, her face tightened with anxiety. She flew down and landed beside Sean Lockwood, reaching out to support him.

"Senior Brother, are you alright? This is all my fault. I never should have left your side."

Jocelyn Grant took out some Elixir Pills, tipped one out, and fed it into his mouth. She spoke with fury, "Who was it? Who did this to you?"

Seeing Jocelyn Grant’s arrival, the Immortal Sect Disciples felt like their backup had arrived. They felt they could fight again.

"Master-Aunt, it was them!"

"That’s right! These Demon Cultivators injured Little Master-Uncle!"

"Master-Aunt, kill them! These Demon Cultivators not only injured Little Master-Uncle, but they also hurt us disciples. They’re completely inhuman!"

These Demon Cultivators were only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Now that a Golden Core Stage expert had arrived, they wouldn’t have stood a chance even if they weren’t injured.

Being injured, it was even more impossible to fight.

The Demon Cultivators took a step back. They exchanged shifty glances, already trying to figure out how to escape.

Jocelyn Grant handed Sean Lockwood over to a nearby disciple. "Help me support your Master-Uncle."

As she spoke, Jocelyn Grant turned around, a flick of her sleeve stirring up a gust of wind.

Her cold gaze swept over the Demon Cultivators present. "You injured my Sect’s disciples and harmed my Taoist Companion. You’ve gone too far."

As she spoke, she extended her hand.

Her personal sword appeared in it.

She held the longsword, pointing it directly at them. "Today, I will slaughter you all and get justice for my Taoist Companion."

Just as her voice fell, two enormous iron balls connected by chains plummeted from the sky and crashed right between them. The resulting blast of Demonic Qi sent Jocelyn Grant’s hair flying.

The force of the impact was immense.

The newcomer was a Golden Core Stage Cultivator.

At the same time, a figure appeared not far away, and a loud, booming voice rang out. "Who was that you were planning to slaughter? You think you alone can kill all the disciples of my Bloodfiend Den? You’ve got a lot of nerve, woman."

The newcomer was tall and brawny, with a coarse and unrestrained appearance, his body rippling with muscles. This was the Hall Master of Bloodfury Hall, Damon Grant. He was at the Late Stage of Golden Core, though his name was rather unremarkable.

His weapons were the two iron balls lying between Jocelyn Grant and her group, perfect for both offense and defense.

Seeing him, the Demon Cultivators were instantly overjoyed.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother, you’re here!"

"Boss, we almost didn’t make it to see you again!"

"Hall Master, save us!"

Damon Grant glanced at them and immediately started yelling, pointing a finger. "You bunch of trash! You can’t even beat a few chickens from the Immortal Sects! I told you to cultivate properly, but all you do is embarrass me! Now get back, all of you! I’ll deal with them."

"Yes, Hall Master!"

"Go get ’em, Boss!"

"Hall Master, drive them away!"

As they spoke, one of them spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damon Grant tossed them a bottle of Elixir Pills. "Get to the side and heal."

Seeing Jocelyn Grant, Damon Grant felt she looked a bit familiar. He couldn’t help but crane his neck to stare at her. "Why do you look so familiar? The more I look, the more I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before."

’Heh!’

’Such a cliché pickup line.’

Jocelyn Grant assumed he was just another man lusting after her beauty. After all, very few men could see her without acting like a fool. Thinking this, Jocelyn Grant put on an arrogant expression.

"A mere Demon Cultivator like you is worthy of looking at me like that?"

Hearing this, Damon Grant froze for a second and pointed at himself.

"Make yourself clear. What kind of look was I giving you? Why don’t you piss in a puddle and take a look at yourself? Do you think you’re even worthy of any special look from me? You’re ugly and narcissistic. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in you. A woman like you? I wouldn’t want you even if I couldn’t find a wife for eight hundred years. I wouldn’t take you even if you were free. Get over yourself."

Jocelyn Grant’s face stiffened. She pointed at him and said, "You are utterly vulgar."

Damon Grant: "I’m a Demon Cultivator, JIE JIE JIE! You think I’m supposed to have things like ’class’ or ’refinement’? HAHAHA, that’s hilarious!"

Not far away, the other Demon Cultivators also burst into laughter.

"HAHAHA!"

"Exactly! We’re not like you treacherous villains who are two-faced hypocrites!"

Jocelyn Grant’s face flushed red.

"You... You people."

’These lapdogs of Celeste Grant’s are all as infuriating as she is—cut from the same cloth.’

"You people, my ass!" Suddenly, Damon Grant let out a cry of realization, pointing at Jocelyn Grant. "I remember now! No wonder you looked so familiar. You’re that Jocelyn Grant who’s always causing trouble for our Madam and then disappearing whenever you’re about to lose! I’ll gladly accept the credit for this. Since you’ve fallen into my hands this time, don’t even think about running away."

As he spoke, he stomped his foot.

Dust and stones flew into the air. The giant iron balls on the ground, weighing thousands of pounds, shot up. He snatched the chains on the balls and, with a swing of his arm, hurled one straight at Jocelyn Grant.