Ordinarily, the streets and alleys of the eleventh subterranean level were bustling and lively, teeming with all sorts of beautiful women and men weaving through the crowds. In the skies above, numerous transparent flying craft carried scantily clad beauties showing off brazenly. Under the glare of various spotlights, rainbow lamps, and holographic advertisements, countless women, either elegantly dressed or utterly nude, swayed their alluring bodies. But today, this place was eerily quiet; not a single soul walked the streets.

The two handmaidens exchanged a glance, finally convinced that the entire eleventh floor had been booked out for the day. They cautiously stepped back; their role was merely to guide guests and recommend various clubs and haunts, earning a small commission based on how many clients they referred. They sensed something unsettling in the atmosphere of the elevator and hastily retreated.

The handsome young man stared blankly at the deserted street, the bare sky, and the extinguished lights. He cried out in shock, “What’s going on? What is happening here today? Huh? Are they not doing business today?”

Flustered and furious, the youth pulled out his communicator and frantically dialed a number, unleashing a torrent of curses at whoever answered.

Gu Xichen bypassed the youth’s hulking bodyguards. Just as he was about to step out of the elevator, the youth grabbed him by the shoulder. Angrily cutting the call, the youth roared, “Are you kidding me? Huh? Someone booked the entire eleventh floor? Who dares to be so arrogant? Who dares to be so arrogant? Hey, I’m talking to you, where do you think you’re going?”

Turning around with a sigh, Gu Xichen smiled towards the youth. “My friend is waiting for me here, so naturally, I…”

Before Gu Xichen could finish speaking, the youth nearly lunged at him, his pretty, pale face twisted in a snarl as he shrieked close to Gu Xichen’s face, “Bullshit! Your friend is waiting for you here? Huh? Look at you, look at the clothes you’re wearing, what the hell are you? Huh, your friend? What kind of thing is your friend? What kind of trash is your friend? Booked the entire eleventh floor? Do you have money? Does your friend have money? You son of a—”

The incessant string of obscenities was deeply offensive. A slow burn of anger began to rise in Gu Xichen’s heart. If he hadn't spent this period cultivating on Mount Jiuhua, his mindset might have snapped sooner. The Gu Xichen who had just returned from Planet Heaven would have already pulverized this youth and his bodyguards into fragments.

He angrily slapped away the hand gripping his shoulder and coldly admonished, “Sir, watch your language! And temper your arrogance!”

“Hmph.” Including the previous 'Wild Bull,' four burly, imposing figures stepped forward heavily, standing before Gu Xichen like a solid wall.

The youth pointed at Gu Xichen and shrieked, “What? You think my language is foul? You think I’m arrogant? You son of a—what the hell are you? I, I, I’m going to explode! You call me arrogant? You, you, you dare lecture me?”

In the blink of an eye, the youth was jumping and roaring, “You actually dare to lecture me? You actually dare to lecture me? You actually dare to lecture me? My, my, even my grandfather doesn't dare lecture me like that! You, you, you bastard, Wild Bull, beat him up! Teach him a lesson! Teach him a harsh lesson!”

The group of black-clad bodyguards surged forward simultaneously, letting out a unified shout. Their muscles swelled violently, tearing their suits and shirts almost instantly into shreds, exposing their extremely developed physiques. The youth smirked triumphantly, watching the bodyguards’ powerful muscles with near-rapture. He clapped his hands and stomped his feet, laughing heartily, “Good, excellent, just like that, beat him to death! Beat him to death for me! Ha! Showing arrogance in front of me? There’s still someone on Earth Federation daring to be arrogant in front of me? Beat him to death!”

Publicly ordering his subordinates to kill someone! A wicked fire surged in Gu Xichen’s heart, instantly overriding nearly a year of self-cultivation on Mount Jiuhua. He let out a fierce roar to the sky, and his hands suddenly turned pure transparent, like black ice. The Snow Soul Divine Might condensed between his palms, and a fine web of Taiyin Profound Charcoal wove across his hands, lending them the pale blue hue characteristic of true black ice.

With a violent sweep of his clawed hands in all directions, the twenty-odd brawny men, who had been swinging their fists toward his vital points, simultaneously wailed in agony. Great plumes of hot blood sprayed out, but in an instant, they transformed into red ice chunks that crashed to the ground as red shards. Driven by the Snow Soul Divine Might, the men’s bone marrow had frozen solid. They let out only a final cry before being flung away, collapsing in disarray across the floor, completely devoid of life.

The handsome youth’s face turned deathly pale. He stumbled backward repeatedly until his body was pressed tightly against the elevator wall. He stared in horror at the impassive Gu Xichen and stuttered, “N-no, impossible. My bodyguards, Wild Bull and the others, they were all experts from the Federal Special Forces Brigade. They, they were all… Fighters.”

Gu Xichen looked at him coldly and stated flatly, “Four were high-tier Mars level, the rest were high-tier Jupiter level. Not bad, but not enough to deal with me.”

A shimmering stream of liquid slipped from the youth’s trouser leg. His body trembling, he stared at Gu Xichen and croaked, “Y-you, you can’t kill me. I’ll give you money. I’ll give you lots of money. Don’t kill me, I can give you money you can never spend in a lifetime… You, you, if you want to be an official, I can make you a high official, I guarantee I can make you a high official!”

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed. Peng Hua, dressed in jacquard jeans and a garishly patterned shirt, swaggered over, twisting his hips. He urgently called out to Gu Xichen, “Junior Brother! The auspicious time I painstakingly selected is almost here! I’ve waited an entire year for this specific moment! What are you dawdling for? Hey, what’s going on here?”

Peng Hua arrived beside Gu Xichen with a group of lower-ranking disciples of the Nine Nether Path. He glanced with surprise at the twenty-plus burly men frozen into blocks of ice, then looked curiously at the handsome young man plastered against the elevator wall, too terrified to move. Frowning, he asked, “What’s wrong? Trouble? Huh? Damn it, which blind idiot dared to provoke my Junior Brother?”

Gu Xichen said mildly, “Nothing, just a small conflict! Uh, this gentleman was also here to seek pleasure on the eleventh floor, but since you booked the entire floor…”

“Oh!” Peng Hua snorted dismissively. He suddenly leaped up and kicked the youth viciously in the crotch. With a sickening crack, the kick, infused with potent sinister energy, shattered the youth’s lower body and completely destroyed his life source. Casually dusting off his hands, Peng Hua grabbed Gu Xichen and bolted out. As they sprinted, he urged, “What’s the big deal? My business is far more important! Junior Brother, hurry, hurry, hurry up and protect me!”

The handsome young man was numb with pain, standing stiffly as blood flowed like a trickle of water from his torn trousers. His beautiful face contorted into a mask of malice as he stared at the retreating backs of Gu Xichen and Peng Hua: “My grandfather is Qiao An. I am his only seed, Ben Qiao An, the sole heir of the Qiao An family. You dared to touch me, you are dead for sure!”

Ben Qiao An, shivering violently, roared at the handmaiden cowering in the elevator corner, “Do me a favor, help me call my people… Don’t call the police, don’t let the reporters find out, or I’ll kill your whole family! Hurry, call my family to save me, I’ll give you money, lots and lots of money!”

The elevator doors closed, and the car rapidly ascended.

At the exact center of the eleventh floor was a plaza spanning about two kilometers in diameter. The hundred-meter-high dome was supported by the surrounding architecture. Thirty-six main steel beams, extending from the tops of the surrounding buildings to the center of the dome, were hung with spotlights several meters in diameter. These specially calibrated lights cast a brightness almost indistinguishable from natural sunlight, supplemented by holographic projections of blue sky and white clouds, effectively creating a comfortable leisure square underground.

The vast plaza was paved with natural bluestone slabs, featuring pools, neat waterways, comfortable benches, and, most precious underground, patches of grass and flower beds.

But none of this was attractive. What captivated the eye was the dense crowd filling the plaza—tens of thousands of beautiful women, lightly clad, young, fair, and overwhelmingly alluring!

Dark-skinned, yellow-skinned, white-skinned, green-skinned, pale-gold-skinned—every variety was present. Black hair, silver hair, red hair, green hair, multi-colored rainbow hair—no type was excluded. Tall ones, short ones, average height, and the petite ones small enough to be cradled like dolls—if you could imagine it, it was there. Coupled with women who were voluptuous, slender, willowy, or sturdy, ranging from the delicate ‘Lin Daiyu’ types who might fall over in a breeze to the ‘beast-woman’ warrior types who could fell an ox with one punch—there was no shortage.

These women were the absolute cream of the crop, hand-picked by Peng Hua from every female inhabitant of the eleventh floor, encompassing the finest beauties from over a thousand clubs and haunts. Any single one, if let loose, would make men drool. Now, tens of thousands of beauties were packed tightly into this plaza, panting softly. Thighs pressed against thighs, chests against backs, stomachs against hips. These women shoved, shouted, and greeted each other intimately. Some women’s scant clothing was accidentally pulled down in the crush, and their naked bodies hopped about in a panic within the crowd, shaking great waves of white flesh.

“How spectacular! What a grand sight!”

Peng Hua brought Gu Xichen to the rooftop of a small five-story building at the edge of the plaza, gazing rapturously at the tens of thousands of carefully selected women below.

“So many beauties, combined with this auspicious date I’ve waited a whole year for, today I will surely awaken a Domain even more formidable than that of the monstrous transvestites!” Peng Hua’s eyes glowed with manic desire.

“Beauties, countless beauties, super beauties, big-breasted beauties, tsk tsk, slurp!”

A string of drool, over a foot long, hung from Peng Hua’s lip. He hastily sucked it back into his mouth.