Jun Xiaoyao's breakthrough had undoubtedly stirred up quite a wave within the War God Academy.
How did that saying go.
Those who are better than you work even harder than you do.
Jun Xiaoyao's performance had undoubtedly given the disciples of the War God Academy a shot of adrenaline, spurring them to train even harder.
Elder Mu and the others had also co to see Jun Xiaoyao, and were imnsely satisfied with his performance.
They even believed that Jun Xiaoyao could one day take over the position of the Divine Turtle King and beco the new pillar of the War God Academy.
As for all this praise, Jun Xiaoyao simply smiled and let it pass.
He would not stay in the foreign realm forever, and the day of reckoning would eventually co.
When that ti arrived, he wondered how these foreign realm beings who so fervently worshipped him would feel.
Jun Xiaoyao made his way to the Purple Bamboo Grove where Luo Xiangling resided.
The bamboo grove was serene and tranquil, and deep within it one could glimpse a small bridge over a flowing stream with a quaint dwelling nearby.
Although word had spread that Luo Xiangling was in seclusion and would not see anyone.
No one dared to stop Jun Xiaoyao from coming.
He arrived at the side courtyard.
"Xiangling, do you have a mont?" Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.
Although he had co this ti to resolve things with Luo Xiangling.
He would not lower himself.
Nor would he ever grovel.
After his words fell, there was not the slightest movent from the side courtyard.
Jun Xiaoyao paused for a mont, then let out a soft laugh.
He turned to leave without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.
If Luo Xiangling truly had this kind of attitude, then what would it matter to cut ties?
Click.
The door opened without a sound.
Only then did Jun Xiaoyao smile.
Ha, won.
All creatures who say one thing and an another.
But it was perfectly normal for Luo Xiangling to be this tsundere — as a quasi-immortal, she naturally had her pride to maintain.
Jun Xiaoyao stepped inside.
He caught sight of a graceful silhouette, beautiful as a painting.
Luo Xiangling was turned sideways toward Jun Xiaoyao, seated on a ditation cushion, her fair hands — smooth as mutton-fat jade — holding a calligraphy brush.
Before her was a painting.
The painting depicted a woman standing by the banks of the Luo River, as if she were about to ride the wind and soar away, radiating an ethereal immortal aura, peerlessly beautiful.
It was none other than the painting Jun Xiaoyao had once gifted to Luo Xiangling.
The painting also bore an inscription from the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River.
But unlike before.
Beside the woman standing on the banks of the Luo River, there was now unmistakably a man.
The man was tall and upright, his white robes surpassing snow in their purity, untouched by even a speck of dust, with wisps of mist drifting around him and an immortal radiance enveloping his form, like an exiled immortal walking among the mortal world.
It was unmistakably the likeness of Jun Xiaoyao.
This had been painted there by Luo Xiangling's own hand.
A man and a woman, standing together on the banks of the Luo River, like a pair of immortal lovers.
"Does it look good?" Luo Xiangling suddenly parted her lips and asked.
"It does."
Jun Xiaoyao was silent for a mont, then said.
"I actually feel that my painting skills are nothing to speak of, and cannot capture your spirit and bearing, Xiaoyao." Luo Xiangling sighed softly.
Jun Xiaoyao's handso features could be preserved with brushstrokes.
But that innate aura of his was sothing that was difficult to capture on canvas.
"You can paint the skin and the form, but not the bone within; you can know a person's face, but not their heart." Luo Xiangling said.
It was unclear whether she ant sothing by it.
Jun Xiaoyao felt a slight pang of guilt inwardly.
The sense of quiet grievance was practically overflowing.
The dignified Lord of Luo had practically turned into a woman pining away in her boudoir.
But when all was said and done, it was because of Jun Xiaoyao.
"Xiangling, I know what you want to ask. If I told you that nothing happened between and the Five Beauties of Tushan, would you believe ?"
Jun Xiaoyao said quietly.
The dim glow in Luo Xiangling's eyes brightened ever so slightly.
In truth, from the very beginning, she had found it sowhat hard to believe that Jun Xiaoyao would do such a thing.
Although the Five Beauties of Tushan were said to be the most stunning in the foreign realm, Jun Xiaoyao did not seem like soone so casual.
Besides, if Jun Xiaoyao truly coveted beauty.
Would she be any less than the Five Beauties of Tushan?
"Then you did it because…" Luo Xiangling started to speak but stopped herself.
"Many things have their reasons. What if I told you that I needed the power of the Tushan Imperial Clan?" Jun Xiaoyao said with a aningful look.
"You need the power of the Imperial Clan, why would you…"
Luo Xiangling finally turned her strikingly beautiful face toward Jun Xiaoyao.
She had always felt that Jun Xiaoyao was like an enigma, impossible to see through.
Jun Xiaoyao let out a slow breath.
He needed to act according to his plan, and press forward in one go.
"Xiangling, you once said that you have a past of your own. So do I. Everyone has their own secrets."
"And now, I can honestly tell you everything about myself." Jun Xiaoyao's tone was resolute.
"Xiaoyao, you…"
Luo Xiangling had also sensed that sothing was off in Jun Xiaoyao's tone.
She instinctively waved her hand, sealing off the entire side courtyard to prevent any prying eyes or ears.
"Do you still rember the circumstances of our first eting?" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly asked.
Luo Xiangling lowered her gaze slightly, her lashes thick and full, and gave a small nod. "Of course I do."
If not for that one encounter.
How could there be the story they had now.
"Back then you said I was soone from the Immortal Realm, a spy who had infiltrated the War God Academy." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
"That was just trying to bluff you." Luo Xiangling felt a little embarrassed about it herself.
"Xiangling, you guessed correctly. From the very first mont you saw , you had it right." Jun Xiaoyao said with complete seriousness.
Luo Xiangling suddenly lifted her gaze, her eyes looking directly at Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao suppressed the aura of the Heavenly Black Blood within his inner universe, allowing his original Immortal Realm aura to resurface.
"I co from the Jun Clan of the Immortal Realm. My na is indeed Xiaoyao, but not Yu Xiaoyao — rather…"
"Jun Xiaoyao!"
Jun Xiaoyao's tone was calm.
But every single word, as it fell upon Luo Xiangling's ears, was like a thunderclap exploding.
She was stunned.
Truly stunned.
Even a quasi-immortal's mind was struggling to process this.
He was not Yu Xiaoyao, he was Jun Xiaoyao.
Had everything before been a lie to her?
Anyone would be completely dumbfounded — no one could have possibly imagined this.
More importantly, Jun Xiaoyao was still one of the Six World-Ending Kings.
A world-ending sovereign who had brought calamity and destruction to the Immortal Realm.
And yet he himself was a being of the Immortal Realm.
Was this not the greatest absurdity under heaven?
If this were to leak out, the entire foreign realm would be turned upside down.
Because everyone — even so immortal kings — had been deceived by Jun Xiaoyao!
Luo Xiangling's mind buzzed and roared.
Her first instinct was that this was false, that Jun Xiaoyao was deliberately playing a trick on her.
But that Immortal Realm aura was unmistakably real.
And he could not possibly be joking about sothing this serious.
Luo Xiangling's expression shifted wildly, and she truly wanted a mont of quiet.
The impact of this news was simply too great.
"Jun Xiaoyao… Jun Xiaoyao…"
Luo Xiangling murmured, feeling as though she had heard this na sowhere before.
Then, it suddenly ca back to her.
So ti ago, the foreign realm had planned to break through the Divine Ruins World.
But the plan had been foiled by Jun Xiaoyao, the divine son of the Jun Clan from the Immortal Realm.
It was also said that the divine son of the Jun Clan was one of the most extraordinarily gifted beings in the Immortal Realm this era.
And a trendous threat to the foreign realm.
But later, word had spread that Jun Xiaoyao had fallen.
And so Luo Xiangling had not paid it much further mind.
And now.
This Jun Xiaoyao — who had sabotaged the foreign realm's grand sche and was considered a grave threat to the foreign realm — was standing right before her, alive and in the flesh!
Whoosh!
In almost an instant.
Luo Xiangling raised her jade hand, water energy flowing and condensing into a sword of ice crystal.
Its tip rested against Jun Xiaoyao's chest, right over his heart.
Jun Xiaoyao stood where he was, a faint smile playing on his lips.
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