My Celestial Ascension

"W-What are you going to do to me…?" Gordon swallowed nervously as he looked at Yuan, whose cold smile seemed to suggest he was finding amusement in the situation.

"Well, since you claim to have business with my wives, I'll let you meet them and explain your reason for being here. After that, I'll let them decide how to deal with you. How does that sound?" Yuan asked with a wicked grin, his tone laced with amusement. It was clear he anticipated his wives' response would be anything but pleasant for Gordon.

"But before that, let me warn you about something," Yuan continued, his expression darkening. "My wives are not like the other women of this world. They can be quite… cruel, especially when someone looks at them lustfully or with disrespect." He chuckled softly, and with a simple manifestation of his Qi, he grabbed Gordon by the leg, dragging him effortlessly into the room.

As Yuan entered the room, all eyes turned toward him and Gordon's disheveled figure. The man was being dragged like a sack of grain, his face pale and drenched in sweat.

"So, is this the rat who's been snooping around our room?" Valeria spoke first, her tone icy and her lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "Well, well, just look at him… Disgusting. I feel like skinning him alive and hanging him from the ceiling."

"That's right. This is the very same rat," Yuan replied with a wicked grin, tossing Gordon unceremoniously onto the floor in the center of the room.

"I see…" Valeria nodded with a sly smile before embracing Yuan and planting a kiss on his lips. Her affection was brief, as she quickly turned her attention back to Gordon.

Julie rose gracefully from her seat and stepped forward, her gaze sharp and filled with disdain. "So, you're here to convince us to follow you to your Young Master's quarters so he can enjoy our bodies? What utter nonsense! Do we look like prostitutes to you?"

"Absolutely not!" Sylvia interjected, her voice brimming with indignation. "It's both insulting and humiliating that he dared to approach us with such intentions. He must pay for this disgrace!" Her dangerous grin mirrored Valeria's as her eyes bore into Gordon, filled with contempt.

"To think there are people who dare to think of my wives as mere objects…" Yuan's voice grew colder, the air in the room thick with his killing intent. "How utterly disgusting and repulsive!"

The oppressive weight of Yuan's Qi fell upon Gordon, forcing him to his knees as he coughed up blood. His breathing became labored under the immense pressure.

"Y-You'll regret this, you bastard!" Gordon shouted, mustering what little strength he had left. Fury burned in his red-rimmed eyes as pain and anger coursed through him.

"Is that all you have to say before you die? Spoken like a true loser. All you can do is threaten me with your so-called background—which means nothing to us!" Yuan laughed maniacally, locking eyes with Gordon.

'What is he going to do to me?!' Gordon panicked, swallowing nervously. The situation was far grimmer than he anticipated; it was the complete opposite of what he had expected.

"Yuan, let me handle this mortal," Fang Xiaoyan interjected, her voice dripping with excitement as a wide, vicious grin spread across her face. "This will be my first time killing a mortal, and don't worry—I'll make it as painful as possible for him."

Emma stepped forward, her expression equally sinister. "How about I torture him a bit before you finish him off? After all, we can't let him die without proper punishment, can we?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful, Sister Emma," Fang Xiaoyan replied, her grin softening into a sly smile. "Go ahead, he's all yours now. Just be careful not to kill him by accident." She then moved closer to Yuan, wrapping her arms around his neck affectionately.

Emma chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, Xiaoyan. I won't be careless. But I will make sure he experiences a living hell first. Once I'm done, you can send him to the true depths of hell!"

"Definitely," Fang Xiaoyan said with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. She glanced at Gordon, who was still sprawled on the floor, unable to stand due to his broken bones.

Emma approached Gordon, her grin widening. "Be sure to savor these moments—they'll be the last you'll ever have."

Without waiting for a response, Emma let a single drop of green liquid fall onto Gordon's forehead. His skin absorbed it instantly, and moments later, an unsettling sensation spread through his body.

"W-What have you done to me? I feel… strange… something's wrong…" Gordon stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

Suddenly, pain exploded throughout his body, intensifying with each passing second. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his cries, but the agony soon became unbearable.

"Arghhhhh!" Gordon's blood-curdling scream echoed through the room as he convulsed on the ground, his body writhing as if being bitten by countless poisonous ants. The excruciating pain consumed him, making him long for death to escape the torment. For a moment, he even forgot his broken bones, his entire focus consumed by the searing agony.

After what felt like an eternity—more than half an hour—Gordon's screams faded. Exhaustion overtook him, leaving his voice hoarse and his throat burning.

Grace, who had been watching silently, rose gracefully from the sofa. Her expression was cold and emotionless as she looked down at Gordon. "How does it feel to endure such pain?" she asked icily. "Was it worth all the trouble you went through for your so-called Young Master? A coward who exists only to lust after women?"

"…" Gordon remained silent. His expression was cold and distant, his hollow eyes reflecting the emptiness inside him. Whatever emotions he had left had been stripped away by a mysterious power. His body was drenched in sweat, trembling uncontrollably. The extreme pain he had endured had shocked him to his very core, leaving him utterly broken and unable to respond.

Meanwhile, Aisha had finally reached the VIP room she had been searching for. She approached the door with an excited look on her face, her heart pounding in anticipation.

"This is it! I'm about to meet my nephew—and maybe even my big sister!" Aisha murmured to herself, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as her excitement reached its peak.

However, as she neared the door, a group of servants stepped in her way. Their expressions were polite, yet firm.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Please forgive us, but we cannot allow a stranger to enter this room," one of the servants said, stepping forward with a soft smile.

"I see…" Aisha replied calmly before straightening her posture. "However, I know the handsome young man inside this room. He's my nephew, and I've come here to meet him. I won't leave until I do." Her voice was resolute, her smile unwavering.

The servants exchanged cautious glances before scrutinizing Aisha's facial features. After a brief moment of observation, they began to notice the striking resemblance she bore to Yuan and some of the women inside the room.

'She does look a lot like Young Master Yuan,' one of the servants thought with growing unease. 'There's no denying it. She must be telling the truth—and offending her could offend Young Master Yuan. We have no choice but to let her in.'

The servants shared a quick glance, silently agreeing before one stepped forward. "I see the resemblance. We won't stop you. Please, go ahead and meet them." The servant offered a soft smile before stepping aside.

"Thank you for understanding." Aisha nodded politely, then took a deep breath. Gripping the door handle tightly, she pushed it open, her face alight with excitement.

But as she stepped into the room, her smile froze. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her: Gordon, kneeling on the floor, his face hollow and lifeless, his body drenched in sweat and trembling violently.

"What… is this?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Disbelief etched itself onto her face as she struggled to process what she was seeing.

Her words immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. All eyes turned toward her, including Gordon's. His hollow gaze briefly flickered with recognition and disbelief as he took in the familiar figure standing at the door.

'Isn't that Gordon? The Drake Family's Young Master's most trusted servant? What's he doing here? And why does he look like such a mess?' Aisha thought, her confusion evident as her gaze locked onto Gordon. Suspicion crept into her expression as she studied his disheveled and trembling form.

'Judging by the state he's in, he must have been tortured with some kind of powerful poison. That would explain his purple lips and the visible blood vessels under his skin.' Her thoughts were laced with both surprise and disbelief as she turned her attention to the others in the room.

Meanwhile, Yuan was equally struck by the sight of Aisha.

'She… she has facial features similar to both my moms and Big Sister Lily. Could she be someone from Mom's family?' he wondered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the unfamiliar woman with growing curiosity.

Anna and Grace, however, were not as composed. Their expressions were a mixture of shock and disbelief as they stared at the figure before them. They never imagined they would see this woman again in their lifetimes.

"A-Aisha… is that you?" Anna stammered, her voice trembling as emotion overwhelmed her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her disbelief gave way to raw, unfiltered emotion.

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