Chapter 488 - 486: Settling the Score

Chapter 488: Chapter 486: Settling the Score

Seeing the Elixir Pills tossed to him,

Kaelan reached out and caught them.

"Thank you."

He didn’t refuse this time. After cupping his hands in thanks, he tipped one out and swallowed it. The effects of a top-grade elixir were truly remarkable; his injuries recovered in just a moment.

Just as he was about to say more, a Morvane burst from the river’s surface, floundering. It was more than ten times the size of an ordinary crow, and its waterlogged feathers made it look even uglier. There was a bloody hole on its body radiating a chilling aura, still gushing blood.

She was still shrieking.

"Kaelan... I’ll make you all die a horrible death."

As she spoke, her gaze landed on Celeste Grant. "And you, you bitch! You’re actually with him. I should have known. You’re just an ant from the Lower Realm. Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Guards! Kill them for me!"

"I want them to accompany my daughter in death."

As her voice faded, she finally realized something was wrong.

She looked around, puzzled. ’Why can’t I see the elders? Did they leave? The three who came with me were right here a moment ago. How did they vanish in the blink of an eye? It’s like their auras just disappeared into thin air.’

’Could they be dead?’

’No, no, that’s impossible.’

’How could I even have such a thought?’

’As members of the Golden Crow Clan, I know how powerful those three are. There’s no way Kaelan could have killed them. So what’s going on? Did those three old bastards really abandon me and leave?’

Watching the floundering Morvane in the water, Celeste Grant walked closer and stared.

"So this is... the real-life version of ’The Crow Gets a Drink’... One day, a thirsty crow suddenly found a large body of water. The crow didn’t know how to drink," she narrated, then continued, "so it just jumped right in! And finally, the crow got its drink. It even took a bath while it was at it, floundering around in the water."

Javier Sinclair: "..."

His wife’s talent for infuriating people was as potent as ever. Standing to the side, Kaelan couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "Fellow Cultivator, you truly have a creative mind," he said, scratching his head.

Celeste Grant: "It’s required learning for elementary schoolers."

Kaelan: "..."

’This Fellow Cultivator’s words are so profound, I don’t understand them at all.’ But with a glance at the crow floundering in the water, he had to admit that ’the crow gets a drink’ was a very vivid description.

In the river, Blackeye, who had been stabbed by Celeste Grant, was too gravely injured to maintain her human form and could only reveal her true self. Her true form was originally that of a crow that had a fateful encounter and ascended to immortality. Being a Morvane, her original form was already unattractive. Now, drenched in the river, she looked even uglier. Ever since she became a concubine of the Divine Monarch, no one had dared to comment on her origins. And she herself hadn’t revealed her true form in over a thousand years.

Now, hearing the phrase "the crow gets a drink," even just its literal meaning felt like a profound humiliation. At that moment, the Morvane in the river stared at Celeste Grant with resentful eyes.

She was furious, but she still tried to speak from her position of authority.

"Insolence! I am the Divine Monarch’s wife! How dare you speak to me like that!"

"For what you’ve done to me today, Empyria will absolutely not let you off!"

Celeste Grant let out a sinister cackle. "Shut up, you dead crow."

As she spoke, she walked forward, and a handful of small pebbles appeared in her hand. Celeste Grant grabbed one and hurled it directly at the Morvane’s head.

She kept throwing the small pebbles, one after another.

"AARGH..."

Every throw was a direct hit.

"Threatening me is useless, you dead crow."

"Do I look like someone who’s easily scared?"

"You keep running your mouth about who you are. Who gives a shit who you are? It has nothing to do with me. It’s not like everyone doesn’t know you just climbed into some old man’s bed. And a ’rotten cucumber’ at that. I’m amazed you could stomach it. Do you know what a ’rotten cucumber’ is? It’s a man with countless women. It means he’s unclean, a rotten cucumber. Only someone like you would think that status is so precious. Pah!"

Standing to the side, Kaelan heard this description and was reminded of his own father, who had countless wives and concubines, and of his poor mother. He suddenly felt that this Fellow Cultivator had a point. ’Isn’t he just a rotten cucumber?’

That rotten cucumber had harmed his mother and his entire clan. He had completely ignored him and his sister.

"You—you’re insolent... AARGH..."

The moment she spoke, she was met with a volley of countless small pebbles. With a simple bit of Magic, Celeste could conjure as many of these as she wanted, an endless supply.

The damage was low, but the humiliation was extreme.

"Stop... I won’t let you get away with this."

"You just wait."

Celeste Grant put one hand on her hip and turned her gaze back to the creature, a dark smile spreading across her face. "No wonder Jocelyn Grant is your daughter. In a way, the two of you are really alike. You even talk the same. It’s always ’lowly ant’ this and ’my status is noble’ that, looking down on everyone. And when you can’t win a fight, it’s ’you just wait’ and ’I won’t let you get away with this.’ Hahaha, I’m so tired of hearing it my ears are calloused."

"You—you—I am a concubine of the Divine Monarch!"

"Isn’t that just a concubine? What are you showing off about? I heard the Divine Monarch of the Golden Crow Clan has, if not dozens, hundreds of wives and concubines. If you had to wait your turn, would he even get to you in three to five years?"

’Even though it’s the truth, what right does this bitch have to look down on me? I’m one of the Celestria, and she’s just a mere Cultivator from the Lower Realm.’

"You..."

’No, my injuries are too severe.’

’I have to get out of here first.’

’Once I’ve recovered and gathered more people, I’ll come back and take Kaelan’s and the others’ wretched lives.’

Looking at Celeste Grant and the others on the shore, the Morvane glanced around. She prepared to use a Magic Treasure to escape first, planning to come back and deal with them later.

But how could her intention to flee escape Celeste Grant’s notice? At this thought, she spoke up, "She’s trying to run. Tsk, tsk. Kaelan, this Morvane is all yours. Now you can avenge your grievances and settle your scores."

Compared to her own feud, Kaelan’s hatred for the crow was far greater. The murder of one’s mother was an irreconcilable crime, and this was the annihilation of an entire clan. It was a boundless hatred.

Kaelan stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Thank you for your understanding, Fellow Cultivator. My hatred for her is irreconcilable. I must be the one to kill her."

His eyes were red as he spoke, filled to the brim with hatred.

With that, he walked forward, looking at the Morvane still floundering in the water.

He began to speak.

"You old hag! You slaughtered my clansmen and murdered my mother. You even used my mother’s heart’s blood for Alchemy and stole my younger sister’s Golden Crow Bloodline! Your hands are stained with blood. You never thought this day would come, did you? Hahaha! The heavens are truly just!"

"I have waited for this day for so long."

"I can finally avenge my mother! I can finally avenge my fallen clansmen!"

Seeing the seemingly crazed Kaelan,

fear sprouted in Blackeye’s heart.

’Am I really going to die here today?’

"Kaelan, you dare..."

"Your father won’t forgive you! The Golden Crow Clan won’t forgive you!"

"At this point, you think I still care about that? Go to hell, you old hag!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, grabbing the crow’s neck from a distance. With a CRACK, the crow’s head drooped. Of course, that wasn’t enough. He reached out again, and Blackeye’s Primordial Spirit was ripped out and clenched in his hand.