"Hm?"
Jun Xiaoyao sensed sothing off.
It was a faint aura of darkness, carrying with it an extre hostility.
Jun Xiaoyao swept his gaze across the crowd and spotted the young man who had rushed out from among the people, seemingly about to step forward and save Tushan Wanwan.
But since Jun Xiaoyao had already acted, the young man naturally had no chance.
A flash of dark light passed through Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.
That young man had given him a very strange feeling.
"Young Master Xiaoyao, could you… let go now?" Tushan Wanwan lowered her head, genuinely unsure how to handle the situation.
After all, this was her first ti being so physically close to soone of the opposite sex.
"My apologies." Jun Xiaoyao released his arms.
Tushan Wanwan, her face flushed red, stepped out of Jun Xiaoyao's embrace.
Yet in her heart, there was just the tiniest trace of reluctance.
That embrace had indeed felt warm and grounding.
"And this is?"
Jun Xiaoyao looked toward Yun Xiaohei.
Tushan Wanwan hadn't quite co back to her senses yet, and after a long mont finally realized, saying, "Oh, he's my coachman."
"As long as Her Highness the Princess is unhard."
Yun Xiaohei kept his head lowered, not wanting Jun Xiaoyao to see the jealousy and resentnt in his eyes.
Jun Xiaoyao was far too perceptive and had already noticed it long ago.
He also imdiately understood that this Yun Xiaohei must have harbored feelings of admiration for Tushan Wanwan.
But the gap in their status was simply too vast, so he could only keep it buried in his heart.
And now, seeing the goddess in his heart being held in another man's arms,
it was only natural that he would feel this way.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't actually care.
There were plenty of people who were jealous of him.
He certainly wouldn't bother paying attention to a lowly, humble servant.
But what did catch Jun Xiaoyao's attention was the faint trace of dark aura emanating from the young man.
It piqued his interest.
"Interesting. I'll just watch and see how things unfold." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
He wondered whether it would turn out to be such a coincidence, matching exactly what he had suspected.
"Young Master Xiaoyao, will there be… another chance to spar with you in the future?"
Tushan Wanwan asked, her face still flushed.
She had felt it too.
Even though she had only fought one match with Jun Xiaoyao, he had guided her on many things throughout the process.
She felt herself improving at a remarkable pace.
"Of course, I'll be happy to oblige anyti." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Besides, he had no plans to return to Luo Xiangling's place anyti soon.
"Thank you so much, Young Master." Tushan Wanwan said with delight.
But this left two people feeling rather stifled.
One was naturally Yun Xiaohei.
And the other was naturally Tushan Chunchun, whose little face had gone as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"If you ever need anything, just co find ."
Jun Xiaoyao gave a light flick of his sleeve and turned to head back.
Tushan Wanwan watched Jun Xiaoyao's retreating figure in a slight daze.
At that mont, a crisp and sweet voice rang out, laced with a pouty tone.
"Wanwan sis, I think we really need to have a good talk." Tushan Chunchun stood with her hands on her hips, her little face very serious.
"Xiaowu, are you jealous?" Tushan Wanwan raised an eyebrow.
"Hmph, even though we're sisters, there's still such a thing as who got there first, and it was clearly !" Tushan Chunchun said, puffing out her soft, rosy cheeks.
"When it cos to feelings, there's no such thing as who got there first. Whoever wins him over, he's theirs." Tushan Wanwan said with a light huff.
"Ah, Wanwan sis, you really do have feelings for Sensei, this won't do!"
Tushan Chunchun pounced at Tushan Wanwan like a hungry cat lunging for food.
The two girls started playfully wrestling with each other, which was actually quite a beautiful sight.
However, the many male prodigies present all felt a sourness in their hearts.
One prodigy said in a sowhat dazed tone, "If things keep going like this, does the Tushan Imperial Clan even need to hold a marriage selection ceremony anymore?"
……
In the ti that followed, Jun Xiaoyao did not return to Luo Xiangling's side.
Of course, he didn't waste his ti either.
As a quasi War God of the War God Academy, the resources Jun Xiaoyao could mobilize were staggering.
It could be said that they were absolutely no worse than those available to the direct heirs of the immortal imperial clans,
and were even a bit more abundant.
Even by Jun Xiaoyao's standards, these resources were nothing short of considerable.
Immortality dicines, divine weapons and treasures, celestial gold ores, immortal manuscripts, powerful cultivation techniques, and more.
Whatever Jun Xiaoyao wanted, he could obtain.
And he didn't hold back at all.
It was free for the taking, so why not?
All those divine weapons, treasures, and celestial gold ores, Jun Xiaoyao had the Myriad Mother Qi Cauldron and the Daluo Sword Embryo absorb them all.
Both of these weapons had already reached the quasi-emperor weapon level.
And both had the potential to evolve further.
The Daluo Sword Embryo would at the very least beco a quasi-immortal artifact in the future, and it wasn't impossible for it to beco a true immortal artifact.
As for the Myriad Mother Qi Cauldron, as long as it was given enough resources, becoming an immortal artifact would be no problem at all.
In addition, Jun Xiaoyao was also reading through and comprehending those immortal manuscripts and powerful cultivation techniques.
The cultivation techniques of the foreign realm were very different from those of the immortal realm.
Jun Xiaoyao was cross-referencing the laws of the foreign realm against those of the immortal realm, comparing and contrasting them.
He would then distill the essence from both, using it to elevate his own laws and dao.
This kind of progress, while not sothing that could be clearly reflected in his cultivation realm,
would be of trendous help to Jun Xiaoyao in the future when it ca to condensing laws and transforming his great dao.
Of course, during this period, Tushan Wanwan would co to spar and compete with Jun Xiaoyao every few days.
Jun Xiaoyao never refused.
The relationship between the two grew increasingly harmonious.
Whether Jun Xiaoyao's feelings were genuine, only he himself knew.
As for Tushan Wanwan, her heart was becoming more and more moved.
Think about it.
If there were a man who was both mysterious and powerful, with an exceptional temperant, handso looks, and a gentle nature, willing to accompany you in cultivation every day,
even if you were completely hopeless in combat and not worth a second glance in his eyes, he would still patiently teach and guide you.
What woman wouldn't be moved?
Tushan Wanwan had even reached the point where she was ready to tie her red thread of fate to Jun Xiaoyao.
She just felt a little embarrassed about it, which was the only reason she hadn't done so.
Tushan Chunchun watched with a face full of jealousy and stubbornly wedged herself in, demanding that Jun Xiaoyao spar with her as well.
For a ti, Jun Xiaoyao's life had taken on a certain asure of enjoynt.
Of course, in contrast to all of this,
there was Luo Xiangling's side.
In the private courtyard.
Luo Xiangling wore a plain white gauze dress that traced the hazy, slender lines of her perfect figure.
Her deep blue hair cascaded down to her hips, framing a face of breathtaking beauty, fair as snow.
Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like scattered stars, her lips a delicate touch of red, her teeth like lustrous jade.
Her exquisitely beautiful features were rare in this world, the kind that were impossible to forget after a single glance.
It could be said that a woman like this,
once seen by anyone, would be impossible to forget, leaving them wishing they could see her every single day.
Not to ntion that actually living together with such a woman would be the fortune of three lifetis.
And yet, Jun Xiaoyao, who possessed such fortune, had left and not returned for an entire month.
It even gave the impression that he had abandoned his wife.
"Still not back yet?"
Luo Xiangling murmured to herself.
She had assud Jun Xiaoyao would be back in just a few days.
But now a month had passed, and Jun Xiaoyao still hadn't returned.
Of course, Luo Xiangling could have used her divine sense to check on him, but she hadn't done so.
"I was clearly already used to being alone." Luo Xiangling extended her slender fingers and rubbed her temples.
She had gotten through such a long stretch of ti all on her own.
So why was it that now, she felt a sense of loneliness?
Perhaps it was the discussions on the dao she had shared with Jun Xiaoyao that had given Luo Xiangling a sense of joy she hadn't felt in a long ti.
"I'll go take a look."
In the end, Luo Xiangling couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to know what Jun Xiaoyao was up to.
She rarely left her own private courtyard.
But with Luo Xiangling's quasi-immortal cultivation,
she could naturally appear outside Jun Xiaoyao's residence in an instant, without being detected by anyone.
With one glance, Luo Xiangling saw that Jun Xiaoyao and Tushan Wanwan were standing very close together, their bodies nearly touching.
Jun Xiaoyao had leaned in close to Tushan Wanwan's ear, seemingly whispering sothing to her.
At the sight of this intimate, ear-whispering scene, Luo Xiangling froze.
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