The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1183 - 1085: I’ve Struck Gold!

When Yang Tian opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a firewood shed.

"The new one!"

The door was pushed open, and a man and a woman walked in.

The man looked to be about twenty, and the woman was exactly the one Yang Tian had seen behind the woods on the Divine Mountain.

"What’s your name?"

The woman asked coolly.

"My name is Yang Tian."

Yang Tian replied.

"Very good. From now on, you’re one of the servants of our Yihua Palace. This is your direct superior, Huang Sheng. He’ll be in charge of all your future work and errands."

The woman spoke in a tone that allowed no argument.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes, but then he thought of how he was all alone in this Divine Realm, and the four women including Guo Jing were nowhere to be found.

For now he could only think of a way to survive.

So he nodded. "Just give the orders in the future."

"Huang Sheng, you take him around for a few days. The annual Martial Arts Tournament is coming up soon. Our Yihua Palace is the host, and we need manpower."

The woman said faintly, then turned and left.

"You’re called Yang Tian, right? I’ll just call you by your name from now on, but you have to call me Supervisor Huang."

Huang Sheng said blandly.

"Mm."

Yang Tian nodded.

This stretch of the Gemelo Continent should count as a tiny corner of the Divine Realm.

But fortunately, the people here dressed and lived basically the same as on Earth.

And the work Yang Tian was doing was that of a mere waiter in a hotel under Yihua Palace.

That afternoon, Huang Sheng took Yang Tian to a large hotel called Yihua.

The place was extremely prosperous, with a high level of technology. Towering skyscrapers shot straight into the clouds, airships were constantly flying back and forth in midair, and men and women in colorful clothes wove through the great metropolis.

The Yihua Palace Grand Hotel was located in the central Gemelo Building.

Everything above the thirtieth floor basically belonged to Yihua Palace.

Yang Tian and Huang Sheng took a vehicle called a Ferrari airship straight to the entrance on the thirtieth floor.

Inside the hotel, posters for the annual martial tournament were plastered everywhere.

And there were many guests staying at the hotel, all Cultivators from nearby cities. The city Yang Tian was in now was a coastal port on the edge of the Gemelo Continent, belonging to a place called the Tang Song Empire.

The so-called Martial Arts Tournament was being held by the South Sea Province of Tang Song Country.

At that time, all the experts of the entire South Sea would gather to compete.

"Huang Sheng, you’re bringing in new people again?"

Just then, a voice full of mockery suddenly rang out.

Yang Tian looked up and saw a man in uniform stroll lazily toward them.

"Supervisor Chen, this is the new subordinate I’ve taken on. Please look after him in the future."

Huang Sheng was obviously trying to curry favor with this man.

But the man merely glanced at Yang Tian and sneered repeatedly. "Huang Sheng, the last time something that big happened at the hotel, you used your subordinates to take the fall so you could stay in Yihua Palace. And this time, you actually found someone with no cultivation at all to be your underling?"

Huang Sheng’s face was extremely awkward, but he didn’t dare talk back.

The man laughed derisively. "If Yihua Palace weren’t hosting the Martial Arts Tournament and short of hands, I would’ve found a way to kick you out long ago. But don’t worry, once the tournament is over, you’re leaving. Then we’ll see how you manage to survive!"

Here, even though it was the Divine Realm,

it was still a human society. Every Cultivator needed to survive.

High-level Martial Artists had status, wives and concubines in flocks, and entourages of servants.

But on the roadside, there were often paupers who starved to death.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Huang Sheng kept his head lowered. Only after the man left did he finally raise it and say to Yang Tian, "You’d better be sharp from now on. Don’t cause trouble for me. If you do, I’ll throw you out myself!"

A cold, mocking smile flickered in Yang Tian’s heart.

So this guy had been humiliated and now needed someone to vent on.

But to Yang Tian, he was always an outsider; everything had to start from scratch.

So the top priority was to stay alive and find a way to grow stronger.

He wondered if, at this so-called South Sea Martial Arts Tournament, the four women including Guo Jing would show up.

"The Drunkard is here again. This time he broke more than a dozen wine glasses and is making a scene in the private room!"

Just then, an angry voice sounded.

Yang Tian looked up and saw an Attendant complaining to that Supervisor Chen.

"The Drunkard?" Supervisor Chen felt a headache coming on as well. "That Drunkard’s Mana is extremely strong. He comes here every day to get wasted, and once he’s drunk he starts hitting people and smashing things. But the Palace Master has ordered us to treat him well. I have no idea who he actually is!"

All of a sudden, Supervisor Chen saw Huang Sheng and Yang Tian, and his eyes lit up.

"Huang Sheng, you’re back at work. You’ll personally serve the Drunkard for me. If he injures anyone or breaks anything, it all goes on your tab!"

Supervisor Chen walked over.

"Supervisor Chen, this..."

Huang Sheng panicked.

How could he not know exactly what Supervisor Chen was up to?

"If you don’t want to do it, let another colleague do it. But I’ll be reporting it upwards."

Supervisor Chen’s face darkened, and Huang Sheng obediently led Yang Tian deeper into the hotel.

They passed through corridors decorated in lavish gold and jade and entered a private room.

Huang Sheng was about to push the door open when two disheveled women walked out. Their bodies were covered in nail marks, and tears shimmered in their eyes. Seeing Huang Sheng, they said, "The man inside is too hard to serve. Please have other sisters take over."

"You two go out first then."

After letting the two women leave, Huang Sheng looked into the private room.

Crash!

A wine bottle smashed toward them and hit Huang Sheng on the head.

Huang Sheng drew his head back and said to Yang Tian, "You handle things here. If he keeps smashing stuff, all the losses go on you!"

With that, Huang Sheng walked off.

Yang Tian cursed inwardly, but could only grit his teeth and walk in.

The private room was dimly lit. A middle-aged man sat there naked, exposing parts that were a shocking sight.

He was obviously drunk. Hearing someone come in, he called out, "Hey, girl, come on, give your granddaddy a smile."

Yang Tian frowned.

But in that moment of hesitation, he clearly felt a powerful Divine Breath pressing down on him.

It made him extremely uncomfortable, and with a thump he collapsed to the ground.

Ever since his rebirth, Yang Tian had been an ordinary person with no cultivation at all—only this was the Divine Realm.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, the Drunkard sat up, opened his eyes, and carefully scrutinized Yang Tian.

Being stared at like that made Yang Tian’s scalp prickle, but he could only force himself to stand. "My lord, I’ll go get a few girls to serve you right away."

As he spoke, he was about to head out, when behind him the Drunkard suddenly barked, "Stop!"

Yang Tian had just reacted when the Drunkard flashed over, grabbed his vital meridian, and stared in shock. "In this whole world there’s actually someone with no cultivation and no Divine Breath at all? Kid, your body is very special. Anyone without cultivation and Divine Breath can’t survive for more than half an hour. Looks like I’ve stumbled on a treasure!"