Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"Sister Natasha…"

Theresa's heart seemed to have been pinched by an invisible devil's claw.

Although she was not as familiar with Natasha, the captain of the maid regiment, as Princess Summer was,

However, his straightforward personality and his straightforward martial arts had left a deep impression on her.

Natasha and Hela, one civil and the other military, were the leaders of the harem group and the trees that sheltered the sisters.

But right now, Natasha, the seemingly ever-victorious tree, had become like this.

Sensing that Theresa was feeling sorry for her from the bottom of her heart, Natasha managed to open her swollen eyes. She grinned, her lips shivering.

Princess Summer had been taking care of her. She leaned close and listened carefully, before she delivered the message to Theresa. "Sister Natasha asked you whether or not you were scared when you stepped into a real battlefield for the first time. Don't be scared. It's alright. Under the leadership of Lord Black Jack, we will definitely win every battle. It is the enemy that we should be scared of."

"I'm not scared."

Biting her lips, Theresa shook her head firmly. Looking at the bandages on Natasha, she said, "I'm just worried about Sister Natasha. Are your wounds serious?"

"It doesn't matter."

Princess Summer listened carefully and continued her narration. "It's just a minor injury. It doesn't matter. Sister Natasha is used to it. In the past, she suffered even more serious injuries on the battlefield. With the blessing and the healing techniques, she will recover quickly.

"The most important thing is Master Black Jack's career. For Master Black Jack, it doesn't matter how serious his injuries are.

Black Jack. Black Jack. Black Jack again!

Theresa felt that almost ten bottles of spices and drugs had been knocked over. There was no telling how she felt.

She was very clear that the so-called 'blessing' and 'healing' techniques were not all-powerful. Although they could help a person recover in a short period of time, they could only do so at the cost of their vitality. Besides, the faster they recovered, the more vitality they would consume.

Natasha, as the captain of the mercenary group, must be trying her best to recover within one night. If so, the vitality she would consume would be astronomical.

She considered herself to be a burning torch that would illuminate Black Jack's path even if it was burnt to ashes.

Was it worth it?

"But Lord Black Jack didn't come to see you. You, too!

Looking at her wounded sisters, Theresa finally blurted out, "You don't know what Black Jack is doing!"

"We know that."

On behalf of her sisters, Princess Summer said calmly, "Lord Black Jack is negotiating with Queen Medusa."

"Cooperation?"

Theresa sneered. "Do you know where they are negotiating?"

"I do."

Princess Summer replied, "In Queen Medusa's bed."

"Huh?"

Dumbfounded, Theresa stammered, "You—you knew?"

"Of course I do, and I totally support it."

Princess Summer smiled. "With Lord Black Jack's charisma, there are no girls in the world who can resist him. It's not strange that Queen Medusa was conquered by him.

"Besides, we are all on our own. We have to make some trustworthy allies when we go deep into the devil world. The Medusa Race is one of the six tribes of the Blood Demon Sector, but they are best known for their medical skills and modification skills. They lack brutal combat ability and are perfect complementary to us. They are the most suitable allies for us.

"Therefore, it's perfectly normal for Lord Black Jack and Queen Medusa to pretend to be obedient. Why are you so bothered, Theresa?"

Theresa's head was completely blank. She did not know what to say.

She looked at Princess Summer and then at Natasha, who had been mummified. She said in disbelief, "Sister Natasha, you—you've done so much for Black Jack and were almost cut into pieces by the enemy. Right now, you haven't even recovered from your wounds, and Black Jack has already slept with another woman. Are you really—are you really not affected at all?"

Natasha's eyes dimmed.

Then, he put on a smile that was so peaceful that it was almost idiotic.

Her lips moved a few times.

Princess Summer smiled. "Sister Natasha said that she is not good-looking at all because of the years of battles. She is no longer qualified to be favored by Black Jack. If Queen Medusa can satisfy Black Jack in her place, it will be the happiest thing for her.

"Teresa, why are you so excited? Are you… jealous of Queen Medusa?"

"Don't be like that. You must get used to it. You are not the first woman of Lord Black Jack, and you will never be the last. An unparalleled hero such as Lord Black Jack will naturally have endless women around him. He is like the sun. How can he let a certain flower monopolize all the sunlight? It is already a great blessing that we can share the sunlight."

His words made all the sisters laugh.

As it turned out, judging from their peaceful and bright smiles, they were not jealous at all even though they knew that Black Jack was making love to Queen Medusa.

But his smile made Theresa shudder.

She really wanted to grab these girls' collars and shake them as hard as she could. She ruthlessly questioned them, "Are you still human beings? Are you really not machines wearing human skin? Do you still have the emotions that a normal human being should have?"

However, after glaring for a long time, she did not ask anything in the end. Instead, she lifted the curtain and stormed out.

Troubled, Theresa wandered in the medical camp of the Medusa Clan.

Looking at the green-faced, sharp-fanged, and even bizarre-shaped demons around her, who were either yelling, cursing, or even crying, she felt that they were more like living flesh and blood than Black Jack's harem.

Princess Summer hurried to catch up with him.

"Sister Theresa, what happened to you?"

Suspicion was written all over Princess Summer's face. "Is there anything wrong? Did you suffer a shock on the battlefield? You are so emotional!"

"I—"

Theresa had a lot to say.

But he didn't know how to explain it to Princess Summer.

She felt indignant and wanted to wake up Princess Summer and her other sisters, but she did not know where to start.

The fury in his heart seemed to have turned into sharp ice cubes that were twisting in his abdomen.

"My—my stomach hurts."

It was not an illusion, but an excruciating pain. Cold sweat was appearing on Theresa's forehead. She held her stomach and squatted down, but she couldn't even do that. She simply sat on the ground without caring about her image and rubbed her stomach hard.

She felt that her bottom was wet.

Damn. It was a feeling that she had never experienced before. What was going on? Had she suffered internal injuries on the battlefield just now?

"Ah!"

Princess Summer was surprised at first. Then she noticed that a redness was gradually expanding on Theresa's skirt. She suddenly realized what was going on. "Teresa, no wonder you were in such a bad mood. You were cursed by the devil!"