It is hard to imagine that a long princess of an immortal divine dynasty would be lying beside Jun Xiaoyao like a cat at this mont.
Her appearance resembled that of a discarded pet.
If the Yin-Yang Holy Son outside the private room were to witness this scene, he would undoubtedly question his life choices.
Jun Xiaoyao said, "What brings you here?"
Wu Mingyue replied weakly, "I heard that my master was coming to Tiandao Tower, so I rushed over without stopping, just to see my master."
After several designs by Jun Xiaoyao, Wu Mingyue had been thoroughly trained and had developed a deep loyalty to him.
"Young master, how could she?" On the side, Jun Linglong was also quite surprised, her beautiful eyes widening slightly.
The relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue was known only to them and Jun Zhangjian.
"It's a long story, but Mingyue is soone you can trust," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Upon hearing this, Wu Mingyue revealed a charming smile.
Being trusted by Jun Xiaoyao made her very happy.
However, Jun Linglong couldn't share in the joy; there was a hint of hostility in her eyes.
She sensed a bit of a threat.
"The Yin-Yang Holy Son outside seems to have an interest in you," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.
Although separated by the private room, Jun Xiaoyao was still aware of the situation outside.
That Yin-Yang Holy Son was backed by the Yin-Yang Sect and was also the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Academy.
Previously, news had spread from the Holy Spirit Academy that they did not welco Jun Xiaoyao, and it was likely that the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others were fanning the flas.
Wu Mingyue felt a sweetness in her heart and thought, "Is my master feeling jealous?"
However, she imdiately expressed, "Master is overthinking; that Yin-Yang Holy Son, I haven't even glanced at him."
"Mm." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
Wu Mingyue was his plaything, and she still had her uses; how could he allow others to take advantage of her?
"By the way, Master, Mingyue has brought you over a hundred celestial sources; this is all I could gather," Wu Mingyue obediently took out a spatial artifact filled with celestial sources.
Even with her status as a long princess, gathering so many celestial sources was not an easy task.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
He hadn't even used Wu Mingyue yet, and she was already acting like a tool for him.
"Very good, thank you," Jun Xiaoyao said as he put away the celestial sources and casually stroked Wu Mingyue's silky hair.
Wu Mingyue slightly squinted her beautiful eyes, feeling sweet inside.
On the side, Jun Linglong felt increasingly suffocated; she stood behind Jun Xiaoyao and extended her jade hand, softly saying, "Young master, let massage your shoulders."
Wu Mingyue then leaned against Jun Xiaoyao's leg and said, "Master, let rub your legs."
"Cough..."
Even Jun Xiaoyao was montarily stunned, then pretended not to care.
Why did it feel like a scene from a battlefield of love?
...
anwhile, the Martial Arts Competition was also about to begin.
All kinds of talented individuals were seated in the stands.
So distinguished talents were sitting in the VIP boxes.
For example, the Golden-Winged Roc King, Jin Lie.
He was tall and imposing, with a head of golden hair cascading down.
His eyes were golden vertical pupils, resembling a beast, exuding a wild and cold deanor.
Behind him were a pair of golden wings, each feather sharp like a golden sword.
"This ti, I want to gather so powerful followers, including that Jun Xiaoyao..." Jin Lie's eyes narrowed, glinting coldly.
Jun Xiaoyao had subdued a nine-headed lion as his mount, which made Jin Lie very displeased.
The reason was simple; when outsiders ntioned the top ancient royal families, they would first think of the nine-headed lion and the golden-winged roc.
These two races had always been ntioned together; ntioning one inevitably led to the other.
Now, with Jun Xiaoyao using the nine-headed lion as his mount, it implied that the golden-winged roc was rely a mount as well.
When outsiders ntioned the golden-winged roc, they would say it was just like the nine-headed lion, both being mounts.
"Hmph, that nine-headed lion has truly embarrassed our ancient royal family's reputation!" Jin Lie's brow furrowed.
He was determined to confront Jun Xiaoyao at Tiandao Tower.
The dignity of the ancient royal family could not be tarnished!
"Everyone, welco to the Martial Arts Competition hosted by my Wanbao Chamber of Comrce. I hope you all gain sothing and earn a fortune."
An elderly host stepped onto the high platform.
He wasted no ti and quickly got to the point.
Two slaves were driven up.
One was covered in fur, large in size, with bulging muscles, holding a bone club that was stark white.
"Is that a barbarian?" So cultivators looked surprised.
The barbarian was indeed a large ethnic group with many branches.
High-level barbarians could even cultivate special barbarian patterns, harnessing the power of nature.
This barbarian, while not a high-level one, was still extrely powerful.
The other slave was very thin, almost skeletal.
"That's a Wind Shadow Clan mber," an elder recognized.
"Alright, everyone can place your bets now," the host elder said.
Jun Xiaoyao casually glanced over.
It appeared that the barbarian was stronger than the Wind Shadow Clan in every aspect.
Moreover, this barbarian had tough skin and strong defenses; even if the Wind Shadow Clan had a speed advantage, it would be very difficult to inflict fatal damage on the barbarian.
Thus, most people placed their bets on the barbarian.
"Ten celestial sources, betting on the Wind Shadow Clan," Jun Xiaoyao saidLight.
Jun Linglong and Wu Mingyue were both slightly taken aback.
To start with ten celestial sources was definitely a big move.
If things went wrong, they could lose everything.
Of course, they did not voice any objections; Jun Xiaoyao's words were commands.
However, the result ca out quickly.
The Wind Shadow Clan mber activated his bloodline power, unleashing a sharp wind blade that pierced through the barbarian's chest.
"Master is truly amazing, with such keen insight," Wu Mingyue admired.
"Just a small matter."
With Jun Xiaoyao's current talent, he could not only perceive everything but also discern the talents of these individuals.
In the end, the Wind Shadow Clan mber was bought by a powerful talent.
Generally speaking, strong slaves would always attract buyers.
They could be kept as servants or as fighters.
However, Jun Xiaoyao did not even look at slaves like the Wind Shadow Clan.
Let alone being followers, even buying them to guard the house would seem excessive.
Next, one after another, many more slaves were brought up.
Ancient races, including human and demon race slaves, were all present.
And without surprise, Jun Xiaoyao won every bet.
In the end, one hundred and fifty celestial sources turned into four hundred.
Of course, this was also due to the Wanbao Chamber of Comrce's leniency.
Otherwise, if he won every round, the Wanbao Chamber of Comrce wouldn't want to suffer such a loss.
"It seems the Wanbao Chamber of Comrce is quite perceptive; they didn't stop from continuing to bet," Jun Xiaoyao remarked.
Next, the host elder's expression beca serious as he spoke.
"Everyone, the next match will be the final showdown of this Martial Arts Competition."
As the elder's voice fell, two covered iron cages were pushed up.
The iron cages were even inscribed with sealing runes.
Yet even so, powerful fluctuations emanated from within the cages.
"Mm?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked at one of the iron cages.
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