My Celestial Ascension

"Look at the excited grins on those people... They’re enjoying the Grand Auction and marveling at the Mythical Treasure. How very amusing!" The leader of the group, wearing a golden human skull mask, laughed softly, his tone dripping with amusement. His face was hidden behind the mask, shrouding his expression in mystery.

But then, his voice turned cold, and the air around him grew heavy with tension. "However, their joy will soon turn to despair… They will tremble before us, begging for mercy, pleading for their lives! Won’t that be a beautiful sight?"

"It will be perfect, Leader! The most exquisite sight, and we will be honored to witness such a rare and glorious moment," one of the masked men responded, his voice brimming with respect and barely contained excitement.

"That’s right, Leader! To be part of this historic moment is a great honor!"

"I can’t help but feel proud to witness the dawn of our glory!"

One by one, the men voiced their reverence and gratitude for being part of the grand operation. Their bodies trembled with anticipation as they gazed at the lively, unsuspecting crowd below.

The leader regarded his men with a twisted smile, though it remained unseen beneath his mask. "Everyone, prepare yourselves. In moments, chaos will descend upon this place, and our power will be etched into history!"

"Aye aye, Leader! We’re ready for some fun! Haha!" one of the men responded eagerly, his sadistic enthusiasm mirrored by the others.

They were all looking forward to the carnage, the chaos, and the acquisition of the Purple Poison Blade—a Mythical Treasure destined to be theirs.

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Meanwhile, Denise stepped out of his VIP room, allowing Captain Seth to lead him toward VIP Room Number 1. Behind them, a small retinue of guards followed closely, providing protection for their Young Master.

As they made their way through the luxurious corridor, Captain Seth glanced at Denise, his voice tinged with concern. "Young Master Denise, are you certain this is a good idea? Is it wise to get involved with those people? You saw what that arrogant bastard did to Young Master Elias from the Silver Clan."

Denise smirked, his tone laced with confidence. "Are you afraid of a commoner, Captain Seth? Don’t forget—you’re a Dragon Knight. A dragon hunter who killed the SS-rank Ice Wyvern, no less."

Despite his bravado, Denise couldn’t erase the memory of the handsome young man from VIP Room Number 1 publicly humiliating Elias Silver. The image lingered in his mind, stoking his simmering resentment.

"It’s not fear, Young Master Denise," Captain Seth replied with a dry laugh. "It’s just… I’m worried. That man humiliated Young Master Elias without hesitation. What if he tries to do the same to you?"

Captain Seth’s words hung heavily in the air as the group approached VIP Room Number 1. A faint sense of foreboding gnawed at him, as though something terrible was about to happen.

’I feel something strange about this… I don’t think it’s a good idea to disturb those people—especially that young man!’ Captain Seth thought with a grim expression as he reluctantly led Young Master Denise toward VIP Room Number 1.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the entrance of the room. Just as Captain Seth had warned, Denise immediately noticed the presence of guards stationed at the door—two servants standing firm and alert.

’Captain Seth was right. This room is indeed heavily guarded… But why? What could be so important about these people? They don’t seem like anyone special,’ Denise mused, his face betraying a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

As they approached, the servants quickly noticed them. Their demeanor shifted to one of vigilance, and they drew their magic wands from their pouches, ready for action.

"State your business," one of the maids said sharply, her eyes narrowing. She gestured toward a sign a few meters away. "Didn’t you see the notice? This area is off-limits."

Another servant stepped forward, adding in a cold tone, "And don’t try to say you didn’t notice the massive sign. Such an excuse won’t work here."

Denise raised an eyebrow at their audacity, a faint smirk curling on his lips. Their boldness amused him, though his pride as the Young Master of the Drake Clan refused to tolerate such defiance.

"We saw your little sign," Denise replied arrogantly, his tone dripping with disdain. "However, I don’t think a mere notice is enough to stop me from approaching."

"Oh, is that so?" one of the servants retorted, her lips curling into a cold grin. "Too bad for you. If you keep going, you’ll anger the people inside this room. I hope you don’t end up like the last fool who tried."

Denise chuckled mockingly. "Anger them? Are you joking? I am the Young Master of the Drake Clan—the Dragon-Slaying Clan. I should be the one who’s angry! These so-called important people have the audacity not to welcome me personally? Laughable."

He took a step closer, his gaze filled with contempt. "You’re all treating a mere commoner like he’s a god. Do you not see how ridiculous that is?"

Denise’s smirk widened into a sneer as he continued, his tone sharp and threatening. "I’m giving you a chance. Step aside and open that door. If you comply, I’ll spare you the regret of ever being born into this world."

The threat hung heavy in the air, but the servants stood their ground, unwavering. They neither flinched nor moved, their eyes locked on Denise with unshaken resolve.

Their silence spoke louder than words—they weren’t intimidated. And for the first time, a flicker of unease crossed Captain Seth’s face as he watched the tense standoff unfold.

Seeing the servants’ arrogance and bravado, Denise and his men were furious. Especially Denise, who felt humiliated by their earlier defiance. In his rage, he released a powerful pressure that engulfed the area.

The servants immediately collapsed further, the weight of the pressure forcing them onto the floor. They could barely resist as their bodies trembled under the overwhelming force.

’This pressure… it’s unbearable!’ the servants thought, their faces pale as beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

Denise sneered, his expression twisted with disdain. "Weren’t you all acting high and mighty just a moment ago? Where’s your bravado now? Look at you—pathetic!"

One of the servants gritted her teeth and glared at him despite her suffering.

"You’ll regret this," she hissed, her tone dripping with venom.

Inside the VIP room, Yuan’s expression darkened as he sensed the commotion outside. His Divine Sense allowed him to see everything, and his fury rose as he watched Denise’s arrogance unfold.

His wives, who were also monitoring the scene, shared his anger.

"That arrogant bastard!" Lily growled, rising from her seat with a deadly glint in her eyes. "How dare he disturb our peace and torment the servants who’ve done nothing wrong? I’ll skin him alive!"

Anna Grace sighed, shaking her head. "The Drake Clan is all the same—arrogant, prideful, and insufferably lustful when it comes to beautiful women. But this… this is a grave mistake."

She glanced at Yuan, a dangerous smile curling on her lips. "This offense is unforgivable, don’t you think, darling?" she asked, her arms wrapped around his neck as she sat on his lap. Stay connected with empire

Yuan nodded, his gaze cold. "Indeed. He won’t just pay for disturbing us—he’ll answer for harming the innocent."

Standing up, Yuan gently moved Anna Grace from his lap and walked to the door. With a wave of his hand, he used Qi Manipulation to unlock it. In an instant, he extended his power, seizing Denise by the hair with an invisible force and dragging him into the room.

"Aghhh!" Denise screamed, his face twisting in shock and pain. He had no chance to react as he was yanked inside like a rag doll.

"Young Master!" Captain Seth shouted, his eyes wide with disbelief. His hand flew to his sword, pulling it from its scabbard as he prepared to defend Denise.

Captain Seth moved swiftly, entering the room with his great sword gripped tightly. His expression was grim, his body tense as he braced for the unknown threat within the room.

Not only he, but the other men also entered the room with trembling looks on their faces. They had witnessed Yuan’s extraordinary power and feared they were about to experience something unforgettable—and potentially dreadful—inside the room.

"Agh!" Denise turned around, startled, to find Yuan and his wives standing before him. Their faces were filled with disdain, their gazes piercing him as though he were some insignificant creature.

"H-How dare you do that to me?! Don’t you know who I am?! Kneel before me and beg for forgiveness, and I might—out of my unparalleled generosity—consider sparing you this once!" Denise barked, attempting to mask his fear with arrogance. His voice faltered slightly, but he held a firm expression, forcing a smug smile.

However, his bravado faltered when his eyes landed on Yuan’s wives. A lascivious grin spread across his face as his gaze lingered on them, unable to hide the excitement and lust brewing within him.

"Hey, beautiful ladies," Denise said, his tone dripping with sleaze. "Why don’t we leave this boring place and have a wild night in my room? I’d be more than happy to entertain all you lovely beauties."

His smile widened, brimming with overconfidence.

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. A suffocating tension filled the air, and a bone-chilling coldness spread throughout, causing the uninvited guests to tremble uncontrollably.

"You’ve got some nerve saying something like that to us," Ava said sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. Her disdain was palpable as she glared at Denise. "Just who do you think you are to act so arrogantly in front of us? You pathetic loser!"

As Ava finished speaking, she unleashed her Peak Spirit Master cultivation aura. The overwhelming pressure forced Denise and his men to their knees instantly. They were powerless to resist, their bodies trembling as they struggled in vain.

Julie sneered, her eyes glinting with contempt. "Look at you, groveling like the weakling you are. You couldn’t even withstand the pressure for a single second. Utterly pathetic."

Denise’s face flushed deep red with a mix of fury and humiliation.

"Yo-You bitch! Y-You’ll regret this! All of you will regret humiliating me like this!" he shouted, his voice cracking as his anger consumed him.