Chapter 653 - 651: Abyssal Primalid

Chapter 653: Chapter 651: Abyssal Primalid

The goose flew off at incredible speed, its form vanishing like a gust of wind.

In the air before them, only a few goose feathers drifted slowly down.

The little girl propped her hands on her hips, gazed in the direction where the goose had vanished, and shouted again, "Big White, don’t go! I’ll treat you to something different next time, trust me! This was seriously just an accident!"

’Something different next time?’

’There’s a next time?’ Already far away, the goose seemed to hear the little girl’s voice from behind. Its wings faltered for a moment, and its body nearly plummeted from the sky. It frantically flapped to regain its balance and avoid falling. That just made it fly even faster, its wings churning up a vortex of air.

Its wings beat furiously.

"HONK HONK HONK..."

’This is going to be the death of me!’

’It really is!’

Back on the ground, Celeste Grant watched the goose flee. She was stunned for a second before a soft laugh escaped her lips. "My dear daughter, look what you’ve done to that poor goose." Celeste truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair, who had been kneeling beside his daughter, stood up. He patted her on the head with a soft chuckle. "We’ll let it slide this time. But you can’t just go around eating random things anymore, little one. Especially not brightly-colored things. Those poisonous insects and scorpions are for raising, not for stuffing in your mouth. You’ll make your mother worry. If you’re really that restless, go practice your Cultivation."

Elise Sinclair rubbed her head and grinned. "I know, Daddy. I promise I’ll focus on my Cultivation from now on. Hehe, I’ll be careful next time."

She patted her chest emphatically as she spoke. "Daddy, Mommy, I’ve made up my mind! From now on, if I want to try something new for a change of pace, I’ll have our Sprout taste-test it first. I’ll only eat it after Sprout has a bite and says it isn’t poisonous."

Javier Sinclair: "..."

Celeste Grant: "..."

The centipede they were raising was a highly venomous creature itself, so it had no fear of any poison. In fact, poisons were like a potent nutritional supplement to Sprout.

Thinking of this, Celeste Grant waved her hand in resignation. "Fine! I’ll feel a little better with Sprout looking out for you. At least it’ll stop you from eating random things." ’If my daughter is eating poisonous mushrooms and starting to hallucinate today,’ she thought, ’who knows what she’ll get into tomorrow.’

「Meanwhile, deep underground within a mountain range」

Inside a cave, a green centipede that was busily digging away suddenly lifted its head. The centipede then spoke in a clear, youthful male voice. "Strange, I feel a chill down my... back. Is someone talking about me? Could it be Master? ...No, impossible. Master only has eyes for Mistress these days; he has no time for me. Then is it my Little Mistress who’s thinking of me? That must be it."

As it finished speaking, the centipede plunged headfirst into the darker, damper depths of the cave.

This centipede was, of course, Sprout.

As a centipede, burrowing through the earth was Sprout’s specialty. It had come out today to do a little digging and, while it was at it, find a tasty snack for its little mistress.

「Back in the courtyard」

Javier Sinclair casually formed a hand seal.

The courtyard was instantly spotless again. Not a single goose feather remained.

"Daddy, Mommy, I’m going to find my brother!"

With that, the little girl was about to dart away, but Javier Sinclair’s hand shot out and snagged her by the collar, lifting her off the ground.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Elise Sinclair dangled from her father’s grasp, her little hands flailing in the air. "Hey, Daddy! Put me down!"

Javier Sinclair casually settled his daughter into the crook of his arm. "I had someone make chicken soup for your mother. Don’t you want the drumstick?"

The little girl’s eyes lit up. Her inner foodie took over, her eyes going wide. "Really? I want some, Daddy!"

"Chicken soup?" Celeste Grant paused, walking over to his side. "Old Fiend Sinclair, when did you order chicken soup? I didn’t know anything about it."

Javier Sinclair glanced at her. "It’s to reward you. You’ve worked hard, my dear wife."

’Reward? Reward!?’

The moment he said it, Celeste froze. When the meaning sank in, she blushed and lifted her foot to kick him. "Stop it, just stop! Javier Sinclair, shut up! What are you saying with our daughter right here? Reward, my foot!"

It would have been fine if he hadn’t mentioned it, but now Celeste’s mind was filled with images of his eight-pack abs and that handsome face of his.

Javier Sinclair’s gaze shifted to her face, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Alright, I’ll stop."

’His wife was getting shy.’

He gave a slight nod and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding her toward the stone table in the courtyard. A clay pot and several bowls sat on top of it. The pot contained the finished chicken soup, and its fragrant aroma could be smelled from a distance.

"Wow, it smells so good! Mommy, I smell mushrooms!"

As a bona fide foodie, little Elise Sinclair had a real talent when it came to eating.

When the three of them reached the stone table, Javier Sinclair set his daughter down on a stone stool, then took a seat beside her. Celeste Grant sat down on their daughter’s other side.

Javier Sinclair picked up a bowl and ladled a small portion of chicken soup for Celeste, placing it in front of her along with a spoon. "Have a taste, my dear. I had them add plenty of beauty-enhancing Spiritual Medicines. Drinking more of it will be good for you."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

"Alright."

"Daddy, what about me?"

The little girl looked at him expectantly.

Javier Sinclair chuckled and stroked her head. "You get some too, everyone does." He picked up another bowl and ladled half of it full of chicken soup for his daughter.

He said, "You ate some nasty things earlier and must feel awful after throwing it all up. This chicken soup with Spiritual Medicine is perfect for restoring your energy."

The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Hehe, you’re the best, Daddy! I like you the most! I love you the most! Mwah!"

"Haha, good girl."

As a doting father, Javier Sinclair was soothed by his daughter’s sweet words, and a smile spread across his face. He’d already forgotten all about her earlier foolishness. ’It’s fine,’ he thought. ’She’s still young; she’ll grow out of it. My daughter will always be my sweet little girl, the one who warms my heart.’

He personally fed his daughter a spoonful of soup. Then he set the bowl down in front of her and put a drumstick in it. "Go on, eat up! Eat lots, little one. There’s more if you’re still hungry."

"Okay, thank you, Daddy."

His daughter tucked into the meat, eating with great relish.

’She looks like a little chipmunk, how cute.’

Celeste Grant smiled. Her gaze fell upon the clay pot. After a moment’s thought, she said, "This soup is delicious. We should call our son over to have some. By the way, where is our son?"

Javier Sinclair glanced up at her. "He’s not here. That boy, Annie, went to the Wintergourd Clan. He said he wanted to see how their new home was coming along. Oh, and he also said he sent you a video. You can watch it when you have a free moment, it should make you happy."

"Oh? Our son sent me a video? Let me see what it is."

That piqued Celeste Grant’s curiosity.