Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 476: Chapter 474: There Is a Word Called Simp

At night, Ashkaron was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity.

Across the river west of the city sat a multi-storied building. This was Lunara Pavilion, an establishment of the Elysian Sect’s Luvian Pavilion, a major power in the Demonic Domain. Their disciples were spread throughout the Twin Realms, but they were considered a force of the Demonic Domain.

The disciples of the Luvian Pavilion had a poor reputation in the Immortal Domain, but they were quite popular among the disciples of the Demonic Domain. This was because their members, both male and female cultivators, practiced a type of dual cultivation technique focused on yin and yang. For this reason, the Righteous Path regarded them as shameless. In reality, it wasn’t as if practicing such a technique meant they were promiscuous. Most of them simply formed pairs as Taoist Companions to cultivate together.

Lunara Pavilion was massive.

The decor inside was refined and elegant.

In a corner on one side of the main hall, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair were seated.

She leaned her elbow on the table.

Her hand casually rested against her cheek.

Her gaze was fixed on the circular stage not far away.

In the center of that stage sat a male cultivator dressed in white.

The man sat upright, a guqin placed before him. His hands were poised over the strings as he played. Naturally wavy, long hair cascaded over his shoulders. His eyes, with their startlingly green pupils, looked as if he were wearing colored contacts, and his every move exuded an exotic, breathtaking beauty.

The gentle notes of the guqin flowed like a stream, the beautiful sound filling the entire hall and echoing throughout Lunara Pavilion.

"How beautiful."

"Young Master Alaric is truly worthy of his reputation. His skill with the guqin is simply divine."

Countless eyes turned to the stage, settling on the male cultivator playing the guqin. Many of the female cultivators here had come just to see him. It was said that this man was a cultivator from the Luvian Pavilion, but he had yet to choose a Taoist Companion. As a result, many of the women present were his admirers, here just for him. Many more were willing to spend a fortune on his account.

Celeste Grant closed her eyes to listen, then nodded slightly.

’Not bad. The music is quite pleasant.’

’He certainly has a handsome face, but he looks like the boy next door—innocent and a bit clueless. That’s not really my type. Compared to him, I much prefer a man like Javier Sinclair. Then again, maybe it’s just a matter of preference; you always think the one you like is the best.’

She glanced at the male cultivator playing on stage, then turned to look at Javier Sinclair.

Although the other man was handsome...

...she still thought the face of her child’s father was the most handsome of all.

"So this is Lunara Pavilion. Elegant, very elegant."

"It’s different from what I imagined."

’From a modern perspective, this place is basically a low-key, luxurious, high-end club. Both male and female cultivators worked here to entertain guests, and cultivators of both genders were welcome as patrons. Even married couples who were Taoist Companions, like Celeste and Javier, would come to listen to the music.’

Rumor had it that this place offered more than just an opportunity to appreciate the arts and listen to music. On the floors below ground, there were cultivation grounds, beast-fighting arenas, and combat rings. In other words, as long as you had enough Spirit Stones, they could provide you with anything you needed.

Seeing Celeste Grant’s gaze fixed on the Spellsong Mage on stage, Javier Sinclair, sitting beside her, felt a pang of jealousy.

He leaned in close, lowering his voice. "Is he handsome, my lady?"

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Not bad. He’s decent."

"Heh!" Javier Sinclair shot a glance at the stage. "So this is the Spellsong Mage with the eight-pack abs you were talking about?"

His voice was very soft.

It was a voice transmission, sent directly to her ears.

So, no one else could hear their whispered conversation.

Hearing his sarcastic tone, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re accusing me unfairly! My love, I swear I didn’t come here to see some Spellsong Mage with an eight-pack. That was just me spouting nonsense earlier. As for him being here... would you believe me if I said it’s a coincidence?"

Javier Sinclair raised his eyes slightly toward the stage, his expression seeming to say...

’Do I look like I believe you?’

Celeste Grant casually grabbed his hand and chuckled. "You have to believe me! This is Lunara Pavilion, so of course there’s a Spellsong Mage. Besides... does he look like he has an eight-pack? He’s so scrawny. He’s nowhere near as built as you, my love." She leaned in and whispered, "So, I don’t see any Spellsong Mage. I only see you."

With just a few words, she had coaxed The Archfiend into a good mood.

"You woman, all you know is how to say sweet things."

Celeste Grant replied, "I’m just telling the truth. Don’t you like it, my love?"

’Like it? Of course I like it.’

He squeezed her hand, a smile in his eyes.

To each other, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair still appeared as they normally did, but to outsiders, they looked like an unremarkable pair. Thus, no one paid them any mind as they sat there, and no one noticed them at all.

The song ended.

The cultivator in white rose, gave a slight bow, and then flew off the stage, his figure tracing a faint arc through the air.

"Alaric!"

"Alaric, let’s become Taoist Companions!"

"Senior Brother Alaric, I like you so much!"

Just then, a random female cultivator in the crowd, holding a bouquet of flowers, made a passionate confession.

Then, Celeste Grant overheard some people next to her whispering among themselves.

"Here she comes, here she comes again. That Fourth Senior Sister from the Animus Sect, she shows up to confess her love every few days. How many times has it been now? And she still hasn’t given up. Including this time, is it the 99th or the 98th?"

"I remember it being the 99th time, hahaha."

Many of the surrounding cultivators who recognized her indicated they were already used to it. Eight or nine out of every ten female cultivators who came here were fans of Young Master Alaric, but one as devoted as her was a rare sight. After all these years, she still hadn’t given up.

Countless mocking voices reached the woman’s ears. What Celeste Grant admired, however, was that the random female cultivator’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, as if they weren’t talking about her at all.

’Impressive!’

She had known about "simps" before.

But she never expected to find such a top-tier simp here in the Cultivation World. Celeste had always agreed with a certain saying: A simp will simp and simp, and in the end, have nothing to show for it.

’This girl... is this what a top-tier, love-struck brain looks like?’

’Suddenly I feel the urge to cure her of it.’

Javier Sinclair spoke up. "In your world, I seem to have learned a word: ’simp.’ She seems a bit like that."

The moment he said that...

...Celeste Grant choked.

She gave him a thumbs-up.

"Excellent. You’ve grasped the essence of it, Archfiend."

They had originally come to just watch the show.

She hadn’t expected to get a side of gossip about a random female cultivator.

Speaking of simps, it wasn’t just that female cultivator. Next, Celeste Grant witnessed several random male cultivators simping for the female cultivators who took the stage at Lunara Pavilion. One of them even flew onto the stage, knelt in the center, and proposed marriage, only to burst into tears after being rejected.

Seeing this scene...

...Celeste Grant couldn’t help but mutter, "How terrifying..."

Just as Celeste Grant was leaning close to speak with Javier Sinclair, the melodious sound of ancient music began to play. At that moment, a figure slowly descended from above the stage.

The person, dressed in red, arrived gracefully, their face concealed by a veil.

’That figure...’

’Jocelyn Grant.’

’It really is her.’

’Forget the veil.’

’Even if she couldn’t see the face, Celeste Grant would have recognized her in an instant.’

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