My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 642 I'll Decide Soon Enough



Inside his VIP room, Emperor Philip and his wives sat with disbelief etched on their faces. They were still struggling to grasp the fact that Yuan had lifted the mysterious spear so effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing.

What Yuan had displayed left a profound impression on everyone present. At the same time, it carried an unspoken warning that Emperor Philip and his wives immediately understood.

"To think he could lift something so heavy so casually... This is truly unbelievable," Emperor Philip murmured, his voice low and filled with astonishment.

"Indeed," Selena agreed, leaning back on the sofa with a sigh. "I never imagined him to be this powerful. No wonder he always seems so calm in our presence… It all makes sense now."

"I think it's not just him," Priscilla interjected, her expression serious as she looked at both Philip and Selena. "His wives must be equally powerful. None of them seem to possess mana in their bodies—or at least, I can't sense it from any of them."

Fiona, too, was stunned by Yuan's unexpected strength, which had left everyone speechless. She couldn't help but wonder about the limits of his power.

'No wonder so many beautiful women are willing to follow him. With his strength, no one could possibly harm them,' she thought, a soft smile forming on her lips. 'I wish I could find someone like Yuan for myself. But… I wonder if that will ever happen.'

It wasn't just Fiona. Most of the single women who had witnessed Yuan's handsome face and unparalleled strength found themselves unable to get his image out of their minds. Many began dreaming of having a husband like him—strong, confident, and protective.

Meanwhile, Daniel observed his parents' and siblings' reactions with an amused expression. He chuckled and said, "Didn't I tell you he could lift that mysterious spear? Now you have no choice but to admit I was right after seeing it for yourselves."

Pouring himself a glass of wine, Daniel returned to his seat and continued, "With his and his wives' strength, he could conquer any nation or empire he wanted. And yet, he doesn't seem the least bit interested in doing so. I wonder why."

Taking a long sip of his drink, he swirled the wine in his glass thoughtfully before adding, "From what I've gathered about them, they seem to be searching for something. It could be anything—a treasure, a person, or a place. They're far too distant from politics to care about power."

He chuckled dryly, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "If I had that kind of power at my disposal, I'd have already conquered the entire continent with ease. No one would be able to stop me. But Yuan and his wives… they're unlike anyone I've ever met."

As the auction continued, Teressa introduced one rare and powerful treasure after another to the public. The Imperial Family, having exhausted their discussion about Yuan and his wives, shifted their attention back to the auction.

Each treasure's reveal caused an uproar among the crowd, and as soon as Teressa announced the starting price, a flurry of bids erupted, filling the stadium with excitement.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man arrived outside VIP room number 1. He approached a few staff members, inquiring about Yuan and his wives' whereabouts.

Initially, the staff refused to answer his questions and warned him that they would report his behavior to the authorities. The threat visibly angered the man, but he managed to suppress his irritation.

"Here's the deal, young lady. If you tell me which room those people are staying in, I'll give you this pouch," the middle-aged man said with a sly grin, pulling out a small bag from his magic pouch. "For your information, this pouch contains exactly one thousand gold coins."

The man was none other than Gordon, the most trusted servant of Young Master Denise. His mission was to locate Yuan and his wives to negotiate—or more accurately, coerce—them into meeting his master.

The staff member hesitated before finally sighing. "Fine. But don't come crying to me if something happens to you in their VIP room. From what I've heard, the young man is fiercely protective of his wives."

Gordon's grin widened. "You don't need to worry about that. He won't dare to oppose my Young Master. After all, my Young Master is the future heir of the Great Drake Clan."

The staff member accepted the pouch, casting a wary glance around before storing it in her own magic pouch.

"Whatever. I'll take my leave now before anyone catches me holding this," she muttered and hurried away, not wanting to be seen with the suspicious man or the gold coins.

Gordon turned his attention to VIP room number 1 and approached confidently. Outside, a group of maids stood by the entrance, patiently awaiting instructions from inside.

'Why would they keep such beautiful women out here?' Gordon thought, frowning in confusion. 'Doesn't that young man want to have some fun with them?'

Before he could take another step, one of the maids stepped forward, her tone polite but firm. "Sir, you're not supposed to be here. Please leave immediately."

She addressed him respectfully, recognizing from his demeanor and attire that he belonged to a prestigious household.

"Sorry to intrude, but I have some business with the beautiful ladies inside this room," Gordon said with a calm yet self-assured smile, his tone laced with arrogance. However, the servants standing at the door regarded him with suspicion.

"The ladies inside? Are you referring to Young Master Yuan's wives? Are you related to any of them?" one of the servants asked, raising a skeptical brow. Her tone carried a mix of caution and disbelief.

"No, I'm not related to them. In fact, this will be my first time meeting them," Gordon replied, his voice full of pride, as if this were enough to grant him access.

"You've never met them, yet you claim to have important business with them? What exactly is your purpose here?" the servant pressed, her suspicion deepening. She couldn't afford to let anyone into the room without explicit permission.

'His Majesty has strictly ordered us not to allow any men near this room unless Young Master Yuan or his wives grant permission—especially Lady Anna or Lady Grace. What am I supposed to do now?' the servant thought, her expression betraying her unease.

"Well, regardless of your so-called business, I cannot allow you entry. His Majesty's orders are clear, and we won't risk offending Young Master Yuan by disregarding his wishes," she said firmly, her tone growing colder as she stared Gordon down.

Gordon's eyes narrowed as he considered the situation. 'So Emperor Philip himself ordered this? Does he know who they truly are?'

But retreating wasn't an option. 'If I return to the 'Young Master empty-handed, he'll be furious. Those women belong to someone else? That doesn't matter. I must take them with me at all costs.'

"I don't care about the orders of a mere Emperor!" Gordon snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "In the name of the Great Drake Clan, I order you to step aside and let me pass. I have urgent business with the lovely ladies inside."

As he spoke, Gordon released a surge of magical power from his body. The overwhelming pressure forced the servants to their knees, their faces contorted in pain as they struggled against the crushing force.

"Ughh!" they groaned, their bodies trembling as they pressed against the cold marble floor, trying desperately to stay upright.

Then, a calm yet chilling voice echoed from within the room.

"Who dares to make a ruckus outside my door?"

The moment the words reached Gordon's ears, an invisible force descended upon him with the weight of a mountain.

Bam!

Gordon's knees buckled instantly, slamming him to the ground with such force that he felt his bones crack. The sound echoed in his ears, followed by a wave of excruciating pain radiating through his body.

Cough! Cough!

He struggled to breathe as blood filled his lungs and spilled from his mouth, staining the marble floor beneath him. The burning sensation in his chest was unbearable, and his mind reeled in disbelief.

'What is happening? Why am I kneeling? It feels as though I'm being crushed by an entire mountain!'

Another violent cough wracked his body, and Gordon spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his vision blurring as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

A moment later, the door opened, and Yuan stepped out of the room, his calm yet piercing gaze locking onto Gordon's broken and bloodied figure sprawled on the marble floor.

"So," Yuan began, his voice calm but laced with a chilling undertone, "would you care to tell me what you're doing here and what business you have with my wives?"

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His narrowed eyes and icy tone sent a shiver down Gordon's spine, though the man's pride forced him to respond.

"Y-You will pay for this! You'll regret laying a hand on me!" Gordon snarled through clenched teeth, his voice filled with both anger and desperation. "Young Master Denise will make sure you suffer for what you've done to me!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Yuan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Is that so?" he replied, his tone mocking yet calm. "Since you don't seem keen on explaining yourself, allow me to fill in the blanks. Your 'young master' sent you here to try and take my wives, didn't he? So he could 'have fun' with them."

At Yuan's words, Gordon's pale face turned ashen, and the hatred in his expression was replaced by fear.

"Judging by your reaction, I'm spot on," Yuan said, his smirk growing colder, more sinister. He took a step closer, his towering presence suffocating Gordon further.

"You see, I've been listening in on your little chats with your master. Every word you exchanged in your VIP room, I heard it all. And not just that—I've also witnessed what your despicable young master has been doing to those poor women in his room."

Yuan crouched slightly, bringing himself closer to Gordon's face. His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "I wonder… what will your 'young master' do when he learns you've suddenly vanished without a trace? Will he mourn for you? Or will he come running to save you, only to meet the same fate?"

The smirk on Yuan's face widened into something terrifying, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he considered his options.

"Now, tell me, Gordon. What should I do with you? Should I make an example of you to humiliate your pathetic young master? Or should I send you back to him… in pieces?"

Gordon trembled uncontrollably, his earlier bravado completely shattered. He struggled to speak, but the crushing force of Yuan's power kept him pinned, choking on both his fear and his own blood.

Yuan straightened up, his expression unreadable yet undeniably ruthless. "No need to answer. I'll decide soon enough."

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