She lost her footing. On instinct, she reached out and grabbed the clothes of the person before her. "Sorry, I'm a little dizzy."
Javier Sinclair caught a faint, sweet scent on her.
The fragrance felt somewhat familiar.
It was as if he had smelled it somewhere before. So much so that when she grabbed his clothes, he didn't react, but instead fell into thought.
If it had been anyone else...
...they would have been reduced to ash by now.
Celeste Grant steadied herself and finally spoke. "So you don't have the guts to own up to what you did? A man who won't take responsibility after he's pulled up his pants? I've only ever been with you. If this child weren't yours, why would I come looking for you? You're a leader of The Demonic Sects. What business would I have with you otherwise?"
'I'm so mad.'
'That time, it was me who... sigh. But it takes two to tango. If he hadn't been a willing participant, there's no way a weak woman like me could have done anything to him.'
She looked up at him.
"Even if you don't want to acknowledge this child, you don't have to act like you've never seen me before. And you said I was nothing special to look at? If I was so uninteresting, why did you hold me all night, kissing and biting me?"
As she said this, the scene with him in that bamboo grove surfaced in her mind.
He had gripped her by the waist, his other hand holding her wrist. Under the moonlight, all she could see was his long, ink-black hair and his handsome face.
The sky was their blanket, the earth their bed.
Not far from them lay seven or eight dead bodies.
Anyone with a weaker constitution would have fainted. But she was barely conscious at the time and paid no mind to whether there were dead people nearby.
Afterward, to avoid getting pregnant, she had drunk a large bowl of a preventative draught. To be extra sure, she then bought a Contraceptive Pill, an Elixir Pill that cost her twenty Spirit Stones.
And she still got pregnant.
'If she didn't know the plot was to blame, she would have suspected the vendor of selling her fake medicine.'
Hearing her words...
Javier Sinclair was at a loss for words.
'Held... held her all night? When did that happen?'
"What do you mean, 'kissing and biting'? Do you not know how to speak, woman? Are you asking for me to dislocate your jaw?"
He stared at her grimly and let out a cold sneer.
Celeste Grant looked up into his eyes.
'No way! This man really doesn't remember me, doesn't remember what he did. Thinking back, it's only been a little over half a year since that night.'
At this thought, she asked tentatively, "You really don't remember me? It was in the bamboo grove outside Breckland City, eight months ago. You even killed a few Evil Cultivators. Have you forgotten?"
Her words made Javier Sinclair freeze.
"That..."
He had indeed been there around that time.
His Cultivation had gone awry, and when he came to his senses, he was in a bamboo grove.
There were bloodstains on the ground nearby, along with seven or eight low-level Evil Cultivators. He had then tossed them into his Ten Thousand Souls Banner to be refined.
Javier Sinclair frowned slightly.
'Could it be that besides my Cultivation going awry, I did something else?'
'Thinking back to that day, my clothes were in disarray when I woke up, and they seemed to be stained with a different fragrance. I didn't think much of it at the time and just left.'
"Heh..." He lowered his gaze to Celeste Grant's large belly. "Can you prove it's mine?"
'She doesn't look like she's lying. Could the child in this woman's womb really be mine? And I did something like that? How do I have no memory of it at all?'
"You still need proof?" Celeste Grant glanced at him, leaned in closer, and whispered, "Does the green centipede on your ass count?"
She had even touched it back then; it had felt as if it were alive. Now that she knew he was the leader of the Demon Cultivators, it didn't seem so strange anymore.
For a Demon Cultivator, raising a centipede to practice poison arts was quite normal.
His ass!
Javier Sinclair's face went cold. His thin lips parted, and he spat out two words. "Shut up."
Celeste Grant looked at him.
'No way, is he actually embarrassed? This is the villainous leader the Righteous Immortal Sects are always screaming to kill. He seems a little different than I imagined.'
He threatened her.
"You had better take this matter to your grave. If a third person finds out, I will chop off your hands and feet and pickle them in a jar."
He was all tough talk.
But his composure was cracking. This woman even knew about *that*.
No one besides him knew about it... unless they had seen it.
His gaze shifted back to her.
If what she said was true, then was that really when he lost his Primordial Sun?
It was just that he had no memory of this woman whatsoever. That's why he had always thought losing his Primordial Sun was just a side effect of his Cultivation going awry, as he'd never had any improper relations with a woman.
But now that she'd said all this, he was no longer so sure.
"In The Cultivation World, there is a form of Magic called the Bloodline Traction Technique. We'll know if the child is mine with a simple test. If you dare to deceive me, I won't hesitate to wring your neck and use your skull as a wine bowl."
'A wine bowl from a skull?'
Celeste Grant took a step back.
'As expected of a Demon Cultivator. How creative.'
Javier Sinclair brought his fingers together and swiped them across a finger on his other hand, drawing a cut. At once, a drop of blood flew out and hovered before her.
With a wave of his hand, the drop of blood entered Celeste Grant's belly.
Standing before him, Celeste Grant didn't feel much herself, but she felt the child in her womb stir and kick a couple of times. Perhaps sensing its father's presence, the baby was quite active.
Upon using the Bloodline Traction Technique, Javier Sinclair could indeed feel the child's presence. It was a resonance in their blood.
'This...'
'How is this possible?'
'It's actually true.'
For a moment, he found it magical. He could see through her belly to a chubby infant, still kicking its feet.
He focused his gaze and saw that he could already tell if the child in her womb was a boy or a girl. She was carrying a son.
The Bloodline Traction Technique could not be faked. The child in this woman's womb was really his.
His hand paused.
He stiffly withdrew it.
Javier Sinclair's face was calm, but the stunned look in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.
Who could remain calm after being alone for centuries only to suddenly have a son?
It turned out a son really could just fall from the sky.
He really was the heartless bastard she spoke of—the man who wouldn't own up to it after he'd pulled up his pants. She hadn't been wrong about him at all.
Seeing his silent, expressionless face, Celeste Grant grew uneasy. 'What kind of reaction is that, you bastard?'
'Is he unhappy? Does he not want the child? Or does he want to kill me?'
'I must have been out of my mind to come looking for him.'
'This is like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.'
Just then, Javier Sinclair turned, walked up to the high-backed throne made of skulls, and sat down.
He placed his hand on the armrest and gripped it. The armrest, which had remained intact for centuries, shattered instantly. His heart was in turmoil.
Celeste Grant jumped in fright.
She took a step back.
'Is he angry... or is he threatening me?'
"It's fine if you won't acknowledge it. How about we just pretend I was never here today."
"Have I said I would not acknowledge it?"
Now that it was confirmed the child was his, Javier Sinclair actually felt a little apprehensive.
Alone for centuries, only to suddenly win a son? No, it seemed a woman was part of the package deal, too!
What kind of mess was this?