Punishing the Spoiled Beauty in the Hall, Finding Fun in the Group

Inside the Sun Temple, there was an abyss of deathly silence.

Brolin knelt at the lower end, her back ramrod straight, but her body trembled uncontrollably. Her forehead pressed against the cold white jade floor tiles, and she dared not get up for a long time.

Over the years, relying on the Venerable's long-term pampering, she gradually became arrogant and even forgot her own identity and who she really was.

Everyone in the hall respected her, flattered her, and tried their best to please her. Even the high and mighty Immortal God and Marquis Rank experts had to show her respect and courtesy.

Over time, she became arrogant, truly believing that the Venerable was already inseparable from her, and even went so far as to attempt to interfere with the will of that supreme being and touch his sore spot.

But she forgot that a being capable of cultivating to the Venerable realm would not have their Dao heart and decisions swayed by a mere abandoned royal daughter who could be found anywhere.

Such a powerful person only cares about cultivation and power. Her insignificant pampering is nothing more than a casual act of kindness he has bestowed over the long years, which he can take back in an instant.

At that moment, she was truly afraid!

Even without the Venerable's favor, she, who had only just reached the Domain Lord level, might still have a better life than ordinary people, even if she left the Divine Temple.

She had long been accustomed to the extravagant life here, to the adoration and adulation she received, and to the unparalleled respect she commanded. But if she were to leave, what would a helpless Domain Lord amount to?

From then on, she would have to travel and toil every year, taking on missions with a slim chance of survival, struggling on the edge of life and death, and what she gained would not even be enough to support her cultivation. Even a million years later, when she was old and faded, countless people would covet her body and wealth, and she would eventually vanish into nothingness.

Even more frightening is that she might repeat the same mistake, being abandoned and trampled upon like a stray dog.

Sun Ruowei, who was serving her, was also trembling with fear, and even her breathing was extremely soft.

When she saw Brolin anger the Venerable, a fleeting sense of smugness crossed her mind. Perhaps from now on, the Venerable would favor her alone. But this smugness vanished in an instant, replaced by a feeling of shared sorrow.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger!

Brolin's fate today is, in a way, her future.

If one day she accidentally does something wrong and angers the Venerable One, or if the Venerable gets angry and takes it out on the innocent, what can she rely on to protect herself? In this world, only one's own strength is the most reliable support.

She secretly hoped that the Venerable would soon calm down and grant her a place in the Initial Universe. Only by stepping into that place and breaking through to the Immortal Realm could she truly break free from her shackles and attain a lifetime of freedom.

Tang Ping glanced at Brolin in the audience, stood up, stretched comfortably, and his mood wasn't affected much.

To be drunk and recline on a beautiful woman's lap, to wake up and wield power over the world—this was the blissful life he had always dreamed of.

As for arrogant women like Brolin, he never took them seriously. The tiny Black Dragon Mountain Empire and the mere Ross Family —did they even deserve to be his brothers?

These girls, having been around him for so long, gradually forgot their place and actually thought they could be on equal footing with him. Only by constantly reminding them can they come to their senses.

The most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness.

It's good that those women left. Goodbye, goodbye. The next one will be better!

With power, influence, and strength, how could someone not have women?

Happy!

The next moment, Tang Ping's gaze fell on Sun Ruowei, who was becoming increasingly cautious, and he gently pinched her delicate cheek. This woman, who exuded the aura of a sophisticated career woman, was quite a unique one among his many collections.

"You've served me well all these years," Tang Ping said calmly. "I'll give you two choices: either you write off the money you owe me, or you can leave on your own."

Alternatively, I'll lend you a loan of three million Hunyuan and give you a spot in the Initial Universe. Regardless of whether you ultimately succeed or not, you'll have to come back and continue working for me to pay off your debts once the time limit is up."

Sun Ruowei immediately replied, "This servant chooses to go to the Initial Universe!"

Tang Ping was slightly surprised and glanced at her. "Have you thought this through? With such a huge debt, if you fail to break through to the Immortal Realm, you'll probably be stuck here working for me for the rest of your life; even if you manage to break through, three million Hunyuan will take a heavy toll for even those who have reached the Marquis Immortal, and you'll have to work for me for endless years."

Sun Ruowei's eyes were clear and bright, and her expression became even more respectful and submissive. "It is my honor to serve Your Majesty. How can you say I am being forced?"

Tang Ping's lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes remained utterly devoid of warmth.

A woman's words are deceiving. Given a choice, who would willingly lower themselves to serve someone else?

Breaking through to immortality, securing a place within the Human Race Territory, becoming a sect leader or ancestor, and being revered by thousands—that is true freedom and ease.

"You," Tang Ping gently tapped her smooth, fair forehead and casually instructed, "I've taken care of the formalities for you. Go back and pack your things. Your flight to the Initial Universe will pick you up in about a month."

The overwhelming joy almost made Sun Ruowei lose her composure, but she still maintained her composure, looked up at Tang Ping, and said affectionately, "Your Majesty, then let me spend this month with you."

If this journey to break through fails and I perish, I hope Your Majesty will remember that many years ago, there was a woman Sun Ruowei who truly loved you and served you wholeheartedly.

She knew better than anyone that breaking through to a higher realm involved a dual transformation of the soul and body, with an extremely high probability of failure. A slight misstep could lead to death and annihilation. At this moment, she truly wanted to leave a trace of herself in this Divine Temple, even if that trace might be forgotten by the Venerable in an instant.

Tang Ping chuckled slightly, "I can't stand you." With that, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, and the two of them vanished from the Divine Temple in a flash.

Below the stage, Brolin remained kneeling on the cold floor tiles, her body trembling more violently, more desperately, yet she didn't even have the courage to move a finger.

Does she still have a chance?

Fifteen days later, Tang Ping stepped into the main hall again, followed by a new batch of maids.

They were all in their early teens, beautiful and delicate, their youthful energy practically overflowing.

There are no girls who stay eighteen forever, but there will always be girls who are eighteen!

Only through these vibrant young women could Tang Ping truly grasp the burning passion of youth and feel the most exuberant vitality of life.

That's great!

The girls glanced at Brolin, who was still kneeling on the ground in the hall, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes. However, they had all been strictly disciplined and raised before entering the hall, and none of them dared to say anything.

Afterwards, they each went about their own business, some massaging Tang Ping's shoulders and neck, some personally serving him fine tea and delicacies, some kneeling to wipe and sweep the golden bricks in the hall, and others gracefully dancing with their wide sleeves or plucking the strings of a zither.

Only Brolin remained kneeling there, dressed in black with black stockings framing her legs. Her buttocks were high and firm, and her whole body trembled slightly, making her stand out from the vibrant and lively surroundings.

Three days later, Tang Ping raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Brolin below the steps, a hint of annoyance creeping into his expression.

He slowly rose and walked down the platform. There were ninety-nine steps, but he was unhurried, with his hands behind his back, and he landed steadily, one step after another.

With each step taken, the maids behind him held their breath, fearing the slightest mistake.

Some people carefully held up the hem of his robe, which was a magnificent garment embroidered with a black dragon surging across the river; some people bowed and held his sword; some people carried writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, delicious food and wine, and even a long black whip with a wrapped handle.

After a long while, Tang Ping finally stood in front of Brolin.

With her cultivation at the Domain Lord level, she was already capable of abstaining from grains and fasting, so even after kneeling for more than half a month, Brolin didn't change much, except that her face looked a bit more haggard.

After all, she had been on edge every day for the past few days, and even a strong person would not be able to withstand such mental and physical exhaustion.

Tang Ping lowered his eyes and looked down, remaining silent.

Brolin seemed to sense that deep gaze, and her body trembled even more violently, with fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead and neck. Fortunately, she hadn't eaten mortal food for a long time, and even her sweat carried a faint, cool fragrance.

After a long while, Brolin finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her voice trembled and choked with sobs. "Master... Master, this servant knows... I know my sins."

Tang Ping's expression remained unchanged; he merely raised a finger.

The maidservant beside him immediately bowed and presented the long black whip. This whip was a specially crafted treasure, and even a World Lord Rank expert could not withstand more than a few lashes from it.

He took the whip and, without any mercy, lashed it out at Brolin's back.

"Smack~"

A crisp sound.

Brolin cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Her black clothes were torn to shreds, blood seeping through, the red marks intertwining with her fair skin, barely revealing a hint of her natural beauty.

"Master--Master----" She struggled to sit up, reaching out towards Tang Ping, her eyes reddening and tears streaming down her face.

Tang Ping showed no pity whatsoever, and raised his hand to lash out again, delivering ten lashes in quick succession, the crisp sounds echoing continuously.

"Clap clap clap~"

"Ah!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the hall. The maids behind her either lowered their heads and looked away or stole glances, all of them trembling and feeling a chill run down their spines.

From now on, when serving your master, you must be extremely careful and never dare to overstep the bounds in the slightest.

A moment later, Tang Ping casually threw the long whip to the ground. The maid in charge of guarding the instruments of torture quickly stepped forward to pick it up, bowed, and retreated to wash and clean it.

"You now have two choices," Tang Ping said calmly. "First, out of consideration for your years of service, I will let you go, but if you use my name for profit in the future, it will be a capital offense. Second, you will be demoted to the lowest rank of maid, responsible for sweeping and cleaning the palace."

Upon hearing this, Brolin hurriedly propped herself up, her voice choked with sobs, "This servant—this servant wants to stay by Master's side and serve Master—"

"Hmph." Tang Ping scoffed lightly and waved his hand. "Send him away for treatment."

"Yes, Master!" Two maids immediately stepped forward and carefully carried Brolin away.

The others quickly set to work, cleaning up the mess in the hall, and in no time, it was restored to its former neatness and magnificence.

After dealing with Brolin, Tang Ping was in a good mood.

That's how women are; if they aren't disciplined for a few days, they'll take advantage of you. Now look at everyone in the hall, aren't they much more obedient?

A man should be tough!

Then, he separated a wisp of his consciousness and logged into the Virtual Universe, where he began to wander around.

Others only saw him living a life of debauchery and indulging in beautiful women, but they did not know that most of his consciousness was still in seclusion, practicing asceticism day and night.

The laziness and extravagance that the world sees are merely his outward appearance. No one can see the hard work and perseverance behind him: what he carries on his shoulders is the life and death of billions of his fellow Human Race in the 1008 High-level Universe Country, a burden that others cannot imagine. What he holds in his heart is the greater good of Human Race.

The world has a deep misunderstanding of him!

That's all~

Tang Ping shook his head slightly, sighed softly, and his mind drifted to the novel chat group he frequented, where he casually sent a message.

My Little Carp: [I got paid 5800 today, spent 5780 on streamer Fenghua Hua, and used the remaining 20 to buy instant noodles. Hearing the pretty streamer thank me for the rocket gift from Little Carp made the instant noodles in my hand smell incredibly delicious.]

I've already figured out how to spend tomorrow's 5800!

Chubby Rabbit: [This guy's a total simp, confirmed!]

Gray R: [At first I didn't realize that a 20 yuan bowl of instant noodles was such a luxury.]

Mee: [Am I the only one who noticed that Brother Li can spend two days' wages to buy two rockets and eat two buckets of deluxe instant noodles? Is he already ahead of 99% of the people in the group???]

Mute Representative Unreasonable: [You make 5800 a day???]

Evil Lord of the Dark Night: [Wow! My neck feels pretty strong these past couple of days. I'll try swinging on the roof beam later.]

Yongheng: [Huh? People's desires expand with age. For example, when I was a child, jumping down three flights of stairs would bring me joy, but now I want to go down thirty.]

Wu Hun: [When I was a kid, I loved elbowing the ground in fights. Now I'm on the 11th floor rooftop, and I'll continue elbowing the ground to relive that childhood thrill.]

After reading through the group's members' dramatic reactions for a while, Tang Ping felt quite helpless and sent another message: [A friendly little question; if you answer correctly, I'll send you a red envelope with tomorrow's salary.]

Question: After school, Fei Ge said he'd hire two female models, and he'd cover the cost and take me. What should I choose? A. Report Fei Ge B. Advise Fei Ge C. Thank Fei Ge D. Stay away from Fei Ge F. Urge Fei Ge to hurry up and get back to him.

Ultimakuuga:[c!]

The Fierce Big Dog: [F! We have to urge him on, what kind of Fei-ge is this, dawdling like that!]

Purple Flames Flying: [Choose F. We urged Fei Ge to book a private room overnight; being even a second late is disrespectful to the female model and Fei Ge!]

Strolling Shenzhen: [I bet Brother Li already chose F. Asking us was just him looking for an accomplice, using the "law doesn't punish the masses" approach, right?]

Manifesting Sage Erlang: [I am Erlang. Observing this situation, I choose CF (Crossfire) and press repeatedly. First, I thank Brother Fei for his encouragement, and then I urge Brother Fei to hurry up, this is the right way!]

Happy Number One: [If Fei Ge invites me, I will thank him. If Fei Ge doesn't invite me, I will advise him against it. If Fei Ge invites others but not me, I will stay away from him. If Fei Ge goes alone without anyone else, I will report him.]

Love Is You and Me 520: [FCCCBAD, focusing on adaptability!]

My Little Carp: [6!]

The group members' abstract actions were indeed beyond imagination. Tang Ping chuckled and immediately sent a large red envelope.

Immediately, the group chat exploded with praise, and many long-time lurkers emerged, showering the chat with compliments like "Brother Li is so generous!" and "Brother Li is awesome!"

Tang Ping looked at the screen and sighed to himself.

Red envelopes really do have magic; they can instantly revive a dead group.

Magic!