mesbooks Chapter 632 Young Master Field Day-Second Half
Chapter 632 Young Master Field Day-Second Half
— Still, Young Master POV —
The woman called someone to arrange a car to pick us up. After a short wait, a luxurious car, at least by mortal standards, arrived. I must admit, the car was impressive, and the drink bar inside was a nice touch. As we settled in, I considered playing with this woman while we waited for the car to reach its destination.
But then... the car began to float and flew through the air toward the inner island—the location of Astral Corp. That was the very organization my mortal realm servants had warned us not to provoke. Hmph! As if an organization from the mortal realm could pose any real threat to us.
Sure, I'm aware of mages and their associations. I understand their organizational structure and the potential they hold. If they were to attack us with their full force, it might cause some inconvenience. But seriously, do they think they can match the power of my clan? I don't think so. From my perspective, my mortal servants are just paranoid fearmongers. There's no way a mortal organization could rival the might of my clan!
Still, to err on the side of caution, I decided to check the photos of those on the "Do Not Offend" list, just in case this woman was among them. Let's see... there's a mortal man, definitely less handsome than me. A beautiful black-haired woman wearing a kimono—impressive. A purple-haired goddess-like woman, stunning. A silver-haired woman in a white suit—no, it's not her.
Wait... isn't that little girl who came with this woman and called her "mama" on the list?
...Nah, it couldn't be, right? It must be a coincidence. Or maybe it's something else—this woman could be a bed warmer for the man on the list, and the girl simply calls her "mama" out of kindness. Yes, that must be it! Otherwise, why wouldn't this woman have her own photo on the list? She can't be important enough to make the "Do Not Offend" list.
While I was pondering these thoughts, the flying car arrived at a venue that could only be described as the pinnacle of luxury—a skyscraper housing what appeared to be a restaurant... No, it was a lavish pub situated at the very top of this sky-high building.
The decor was predominantly black, accented with gold—real gold, at that. Hmm... this was excellent. This woman certainly had refined taste. A place like this was indeed worthy of someone like me!
As we entered, a young man dressed impeccably in the style of a Western butler, complete with glasses, greeted the woman with a deferential attitude.
"Greetings, Lady Tian. How may we assist you today?" he asked politely.
"Oh, nothing much," she replied, her tone commanding yet graceful. "These gentlemen are our guests. Please prepare a very 'special' VIP room for them and put it all on my tab. Also, prepare the contract that the purple-haired woman specifically issued for 'special' cases." She emphasized the word "special" with an air of authority.
The venom in her voice silenced me. I couldn't bring myself to repeat it. Yet, as the young master of the Peng Clan, how could I cower before a mere mortal woman?
"I called you Yun'er. What of it? Woman, you should feel honored," I said, masking my fear with bravado. It was fortunate I had trained myself to act composed; a noble must remain calm even in the face of a storm.
As soon as I finished speaking, an overwhelming wave of bloodlust slammed into me, followed by something even more terrifying—spiritual qi pressure. This wasn't just any pressure; it felt like a vast ocean crashing over me. No... this pressure was even more powerful than that of my father and grandfather combined! Could she be a Celestial Transformation Realm cultivator? A transcendent being? Or worse...
Suddenly, sharp pain shot through my body. I realized I had lost control over my cultivation and techniques. No... she hadn't destroyed my dantian; she had sealed all of my cultivation!
As I collapsed to the ground, helpless, I saw my servants rushing to my aid. Before they could reach me, however, the woman struck, bashing in their skulls barehanded. Some of them died with a single palm strike, their lives snuffed out amidst her fury. Others were left crippled, their dantians destroyed in an instant.
It was then that the truth dawned on me. I remembered her name—Tian Xingyun. Wasn't that the maiden name of Empress Xi Wangmu?!
Oh... no. What had I done?! Did I just want to hit the Empress of the West!? What have I DONE!? If my father found out about this, he would undoubtedly have my head! Let alone trying to help me!
"Now, it's your turn," the Empress said, turning toward me with an icy glare before unleashing her judgement.
The beating began. I wanted to scream, but even my voice had been sealed by her. Pain erupted through my body as I felt my bones break in multiple places, and my organs cried out in agony. Yet, I didn't die.
Even with my arm broken, my skin cracked, and both legs fractured, the bones somehow remained in the body and didn't protrude out. It was obvious the Empress had deliberately kept me in one piece. Otherwise, with her immense strength, I would have died instantly from a single palm strike, just like my servants.
It was clear... she was intentionally keeping me alive.
And that... was the last thing I remembered before I lost consciousness.