I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

Chapter 273 On the Throne

"I have no way of knowing what happened in the past."

Xue Youyou first said this, patching up this fictional ability: "My breast-viewing technique can only see the future."

Cui Yelan crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So what kind of future did you see?"

Xue Youyou glanced down at the time on her wristband, her brows furrowing slightly as if trying to recall a blurry image: "At eight o'clock... I've forgotten the exact time, it might be nine. Anyway, at that time, all of our wristbands, TVs, and street screens—all the visual electronic devices in Yue Lanzhou—will simultaneously display the same image."

Cui Yelan pressed further, "What scene?"

Xue Youyou's brows furrowed even more. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, revealing a pained expression, as if she were desperately trying to salvage fragments from a fading dream: "It seems to be... a powerful beast tamer that no one has ever seen before."

Cui Yelan immediately scoffed, "That's too broad a statement. What exactly constitutes a powerful beast tamer that none of us have ever seen? Tell us."

Xue Youyou closed her eyes.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the sounds of breathing.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, and a rare hint of uncertainty flickered in her clear pupils, as if she were recounting a scene she herself could hardly believe: "Countless times stronger than a duke and four marquises."

She paused, her voice lower but more certain: "I think I saw the Marquis of Purgatory and the Marquis of Nine Netherworlds in the scene. They were bowing and scraping before that powerful beast tamer, their posture extremely humble... just like..."

She seemed to be searching for a suitable metaphor, and finally slowly uttered a few words.

"Just like... the district."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was startled.

It wasn't because Xue Youyou's description was too vague. On the contrary, her description was too vivid—so vivid that they could almost see the scene before their eyes: two nobles who had dominated Yuelan Prefecture for many years bowing their noble heads to some unknown being.

The scene was so absurd, yet because it was absurd to the extreme, it possessed a strange sense of realism.

"Ptooey—ptooey—ptooey!"

Su Wanrou spat three times, as if trying to forcefully erase the image of disrespect towards the nobles from her mind.

"That's all I can see."

Xue Youyou took a deep breath, regaining her usual calm and composed demeanor. Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present, her tone sincere and frank: "I hope this can clear up any misunderstandings you may have had about me in the past."

Ning Xiaoman was the first to jump out and declare, "Chief, if what you say comes true, I'll believe everything you say from now on! Really!"

The others nodded in agreement, a hint of wavering beginning to appear in their eyes.

Xue Youyou smiled slightly and waved her hand: "That's not necessary. Let's keep things separate and deal with the matter at hand."

Her voice softened slightly, taking on a wise and understanding quality: "It's precisely because we're all ladies that there are times when we have to lie. Hopefully, we can all understand each other in the future."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Cui Yelan, seemingly unintentionally.

Cui Yelan understood.

Xue Youyou was scolding her for being unladylike.

Cui Yelan's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Damn it, she'll see!

If it's fake, once eight o'clock is over, she will mercilessly and ruthlessly laugh at Xue Youyou in front of everyone!

With a dark expression, Cui Yelan walked to the wall, grabbed the remote control, and forcefully pressed the power button on the TV.

The screen lit up, still displaying the blue background and white text "No Signal," emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

"Then we'll wait!"

Cui Yelan turned around, crossed his arms, leaned back against the television, and stared at Xue Youyou with eyes as sharp as knives: "Let's see if what you said, Youyou, will actually happen!"

However, no sooner had Cui Yelan finished speaking than—

"Sizzle—sizzle sizzle—"

A piercingly loud electrical sound suddenly exploded in the air without warning.

The sound didn't come from any one direction, but rather surged in from all directions simultaneously—from the walls, from under the floor, and from the sky—as if the entire space itself was trembling and groaning.

The next second, everyone's wristbands lit up simultaneously.

It wasn't the slight flicker of a message notification, but a forced projection—each bracelet uncontrollably projected a palm-sized screen of light into the air.

The screen initially displayed a patch of static, with countless black and white particles jumping wildly across the screen, accompanied by a piercing electrical hum, as if someone were adjusting an old television set that had been sealed away for thousands of years.

Almost simultaneously, the television screen that Cui Yelan had just turned on suddenly lit up.

"Wha...what happened?!"

Cui Yelan's voice trembled noticeably.

She looked down at the unruly bracelet on her wrist, then looked up at the TV screen, her pupils reflecting the wildly dancing static.

No one answered her.

Because everyone's attention was simultaneously drawn to the changes on the screen.

The snow noise began to fade.

It doesn't disappear with a "snap," but rather it's a highly ritualistic transition that gradually becomes clearer from the center outwards.

The noise patch seemed to have been torn open from the center by some invisible force, with the edges of the crack glowing with a scarlet light, just like the blood-red crescent moon in the sky, eerie and ancient.

Then, the image became completely clear.

It was a place they had never seen before.

It wasn't the City of Ten Thousand Beasts, nor the Sacred Realm of Starry Sky, nor any building or battlefield in Moon Orchid Prefecture that they could recall from their memories. It was a grand hall, a grand hall formed from pure moonlight, a hall that had existed for countless millennia.

The floor inside the hall was neither stone nor wood, but a layer of flowing silver liquid. The light emanated from every inch of the floor, like liquid moonlight slowly flowing across the floor tiles, overflowing the steps, the pillars, and the slightly rotating silver-gold runes suspended in the air.

The shapes of those runes were so ancient that they were beyond the comprehension of everyone present, each stroke containing a power of rules they could not understand at all. They floated slowly in the air, like sleeping fireflies, each flicker causing subtle changes in the light and shadow within the hall.

In the center of the hall stood a throne.

A throne forged from the remnants of stars.

Countless tiny, faintly glowing fragments of star cores piled together, outlining the shape of the chair back and armrests. Inlaid on the chair back were twelve slowly rotating dark red stars, each star like a lifeless remnant, emitting a chilling, dying light.

And sitting on the throne was a young girl.

A girl whom none of the people present had ever seen before.

Her face was so exquisitely beautiful it was almost unreal, her features possessing an ageless beauty that transcended race and time. Her ethereal golden eyes peeked out from behind her slightly drooping eyelashes, and with each blink, it seemed as if golden flames burned within them.

Her long hair was silvery-white, but not in an aged way; it was a pure, moonlit silvery-white. Her hair was unbound, cascading down her shoulders like a silver waterfall, the ends falling onto the armrests of the throne, into the gaps between the star fragments, and onto the flowing moonlight on the ground.

She wore an extremely revealing ancient garment, the style of which was completely different from the clothing of any other culture in the world today. Golden patterns spread along the neckline and waist, outlining some kind of long-lost script.

Large swathes of her fair skin were exposed to the cool moonlight of the hall, and faint golden threads of light could be seen flowing slowly beneath her skin, as if her blood itself was composed of liquid light.

One of her hands rested casually on the armrest of the throne, her fingers long and white, her nails gleaming with a faint golden sheen.

With her other hand slightly raised, a strand of silver hair twirled around her fingertips. She was casually twirling the strand of hair, her posture languid and composed, as if this incident, which could drive the entire Yue Lanzhou into madness, was nothing more than a pastime she casually enjoyed during her leisure time.

Barefoot, without shoes.

Those fair toes dangled slightly, swaying gently in the void before the throne, occasionally kicking away a wisp of moonlight mist rising from the ground.

And at her feet—

Below the steps on either side of the throne—

Two people are kneeling.

Two beast tamers who are well-known throughout Lanzhou.

The one on the left had long, fiery red hair that cascaded over her shoulders like burning flames, with faint sparks swirling around her. Her face, which was always etched with arrogance, was now bowed low, her forehead almost touching the cold, moonlit ground, her posture as humble as a pilgrim prostrating himself at the feet of a god.

The one on the right. Her usual composed and elegant demeanor, as if she had the world at her fingertips, was completely gone. Her hands were clasped together in front of her, fingers interlocked tightly, the knuckles an unnatural pale from the force. She was bent low, her posture submissive like a maid kneeling at her master's feet, awaiting judgment—whether it be forgiveness or punishment.

These were the very people Xue Youyou had just mentioned—Lin Yan, the Marquis of Purgatory, and Manzhu, the Marquis of Nine Netherworlds.

In the room, no one spoke. Everyone felt as if something was choking them, creating a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.