Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

As one of the most beautiful women in the Ancient Burial Land, Lang Huan has high standards.

Therefore, she does not fancy any male creatures from the Burial Soil.

But the young man in white in front of her—despite Lang Huan’s picky and critical eye—was flawless.

Not only that, he even brought Lang Huan a sense of inferiority.

Almost as if she felt she was not worthy of him.

This feeling, for Lang Huan, was the first time.

Lang Huan’s gaze was aggressively directed at Jun Xiaoyao, as if she was going to devour him.

”Little puppy, would you like to be this princess’s Holy Guard?” Lang Huan’s voice was seductive, and her pink tongue gently licked her red lips.

”Are you insulting me again?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed.

”Hehe, this isn’t an insult, it’s a compliment.” Lang Huan’s beautiful eyes overflowed with a smile, yet there was a hint of deep thought at the bottom.

”I said before, I’m not here to be a Holy Guard; I’m here to collect maids.” Jun Xiaoyao said blandly.

”You want this princess to be a maid and servant, that’s fine, as long as you can best me... in bed.”

Such straightforward words left the surrounding Burial Soil creatures stunned.

Among them were quite a few admirers of Lang Huan, all with unwilling expressions and faces looking rather ugly, almost as uncomfortable as swallowing something foul.

Although they had no relationship with Lang Huan, there was always a feeling of being cuckolded when their goddess said such things.

”Heh...” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled quietly, saying nothing.

Lang Huan is indeed beautiful.

But Jun Xiaoyao has seen too many beauties.

Given his status and position in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, with just a wave of his hand, thousands of peerless proud maidens and princesses of great nations would recommend themselves to his bed.

Lang Huan alone, he truly did not take her seriously.

However, the vaguely revealed aura of Lang Huan slightly caught Jun Xiaoyao’s attention.

Her aura was also in the Divine Fire Realm Great Perfection, and not too far from the Void God Realm.

”This selection for Holy Guards ends here, just you alone is enough, follow this princess,” Lang Huan’s voice was alluring and enticing.

She turned and headed towards the deep palace.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled calmly and followed without any hesitation.

Originally, this selection was to choose five Holy Guards.

But now, Lang Huan only wanted Jun Xiaoyao alone, the rest were all screened out.

”No, tell me this isn’t true!”

”How could Princess Lang Huan be interested in other men!”

Many male Celestial Prides were emitting heartbroken cries.

This development was too fast; she directly brought him back to the bedchamber.

”Impressive...” A young man with horns swallowed.

Suddenly, a creature beside him, as if realizing something, shuddered violently, saying, ”Impossible, could it be that he truly is...”

”What do you mean by that?” the horned young man asked.

”Did you forget, we talked about the death of the Fallen Feather Saint Son in the Yin Nether Realm, he said it was he who killed, we thought it was a joke, but now...”

With these words, those creatures who came with Jun Xiaoyao were struck like thunder, their bodies trembling.

”You mean, the young master is that Celestial Pride of Jun Family?” The horned young man was also stunned.

They thought it was a joke, but now, putting together Jun Xiaoyao’s performance.

No doubt, he was that formidable force who decisively slew the Fallen Feather Saint Son and silenced the entire Feather Race!

Understanding this, these creatures were petrified, unable to calm their hearts for a long time.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jun Xiaoyao followed Lang Huan into the deep palace.

Around them were many array restrictions, outsiders could not enter.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the palace, clearly recognizing it as Lang Huan’s private bedchamber.

Lang Huan walked straight in, and Jun Xiaoyao followed without any reservations.

However, as soon as he stepped inside, Lang Huan suddenly turned and attacked Jun Xiaoyao.

The cultivation of Divine Fire Realm Great Perfection exploded, her jade hand brushed out, releasing a burst of bloody Asura evil qi.

Lang Huan as the Ninth Princess of the Asura Demon Country cultivated the Supreme Technique, the Asura Demon Technique.

Her attack showed her extraordinary cultivation.

Compared to the Celestial Prides of the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, she was among the top echelon.

Yet faced with Lang Huan’s attack, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t even move a finger.

The Asura Evil Qi, capable of tearing apart ordinary Divine Fire Realm Celestial Prides, dissipated into the void near Jun Xiaoyao, as if it never existed.

Lang Huan’s eyes flashed with astonishment, though she wasn’t too surprised.

”So it really is you, Young Master Jun...” Lang Huan’s enchanting face blossomed into a smile.

She had almost guessed it earlier.

But the deathly aura around Jun Xiaoyao left her puzzled, hence her probe.

This test confirmed the rumors.

Jun Xiaoyao possesses a special Magic Immunity ability, not absolute immunity, but enough to cause surprise.

”There’s no need to test further, I am Jun Xiaoyao.” Jun Xiaoyao didn’t bother to hide, speaking openly.

”Well, this princess used to think the rumors were somewhat exaggerated; now it seems, Young Master Jun is more formidable and charming than expected.” Lang Huan’s beautiful eyes sparkled.

In terms of strength, Jun Xiaoyao never tasted defeat in Burial Soil.

In terms of appearance, he is unmatched even in the Immortal Realm, let alone Burial Soil.

In terms of background, even powers like the Fallen Feather Race, weaker than the Asura Demon Country’s foundation, could only yield and bow to Jun Xiaoyao.

Lang Huan cannot deny being moved.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao’s appearance perfectly matched her preferences.

His figure was tall and proportionate, without explosive muscles, yet exuded an impeccable harmonious aura.

His skin, like Immortal Jade, glows radiantly, envying even a woman like Lang Huan.

”Young Master Jun, this princess fancies you; not as my Holy Guard, but as my man, what do you say?” Lang Huan’s words were very straightforward.

Having waited for so long, upon meeting such a handsome little puppy, Lang Huan certainly didn’t want to miss the chance.

Besides, in terms of identity, the Asura Demon Country had a heritage comparable to Immortal Influence; she also counted as an Immortal Influence princess, reigning supreme in the Ancient Burial Land.

Her status was by no means low.

Jun Xiaoyao’s countenance didn’t change upon hearing this.

”Lang Huan, I believe you’ve misunderstood something.” Jun Xiaoyao spoke.

”Oh, Young Master Jun, are you not willing? This princess isn’t considered lacking, right?” Lang Huan was mildly surprised.

Those filthy men who usually pursued her couldn’t get her to cast a second glance.

She took the initiative to speak, yet Jun Xiaoyao seemed disinterested.

Her fair skin, beauty, long legs—not only an enchantress but skillful too—which part lacked attraction?

”Jun Mou is here to collect maids, not to collect women,” Jun Xiaoyao said flatly.