Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The events happening in the Asura Demon Kingdom’s Imperial City have spread widely across the Ancient Burial Land.

Jun Xiaoyao not only dissatisfied some of the talents among the Ten Little Kings but also roused the resentment of many Burial Soil Creatures.

There are already few beauties in the Ancient Burial Land, counting only a few.

And yet one was snatched up by Jun Xiaoyao.

This left each Burial Soil Creature indignant.

”That Jun Family genius will definitely attend the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet. Let’s see how he embarrasses himself then!”

”Exactly, maybe we can’t deal with him, but surely someone among the Ten Little Kings can!”

”Right, Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Race, Mo Ling of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race, and the Nine Nether Ape, are all much stronger than the Fallen Feather Saint Son, not to mention the Ancient Tyrant Body of the Netherworld King Hall.”

”No matter how strong that Jun Family genius is, can he possibly sweep through all the talents of the Ten Burial Realms?”

Indeed, Jun Xiaoyao’s strength is considerable, and they are aware of it, and he might even defeat a few among the Ten Little Kings again.

But to claim he can sweep across all talents is somewhat fanciful, and no one would believe it.

A group of Burial Soil Creatures began anticipating the opening day of the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet.

Jun Xiaoyao, at the center of the storm, isolated himself from the outside commotion, residing comfortably in Lang Huan’s private chamber.

As for Lang Huan, she indeed did not give up, often striking seductive poses before Jun Xiaoyao, exuding her charm.

Sometimes she went even further, wearing only a small intimate garment, nonchalantly pacing before Jun Xiaoyao.

Her snowy bare shoulders and glistening long legs swayed back and forth in Jun Xiaoyao’s view.

One must admit, Lang Huan’s allure is potent, it would be undeniably challenging for other men to resist.

Who could withstand this?

Yet Jun Xiaoyao withstands it.

Not because he is indifferent, but because he has encountered so many beauties that he has developed adequate immunity.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s meditative pose, even Lang Huan couldn’t help feeling some embarrassment and annoyance, speaking out: ”Young Master Jun, are you even a man, or are you having some issues with that?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression stiffened.

Is this a provocation?

”My length and breadth surpass your imagination,” Jun Xiaoyao replied calmly.

”Then show me, let me witness it,” Lang Huan’s eyes glistened with a bewitching light.

She could sense the vigorous vitality contained within Jun Xiaoyao.

Lasting three days and nights, hmm, she might be underestimating it.

Three months might be possible.

”Simply giving in to a woman so easily, wouldn’t that make Jun Mou very cheap?” Jun Xiaoyao dismissed her.

He is not a stud horse; being a stud is too degrading.

This is also why Jun Xiaoyao has maintained his virginity till now.

Not just any woman can easily get him.

”Hmph...” Lang Huan gritted her silver teeth, filled with both embarrassment and resignation.

Even after she had offered herself, Jun Xiaoyao still showed no interest.

After being rebuffed, Lang Huan came to her senses and ceased those futile actions.

As time passed, the date for the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet was finally drawing near.

In the misty bath of Lang Huan’s private chamber.

Jun Xiaoyao lay immersed, topless, in the bath, his expression relaxed and content.

Behind him, Qin Xian’Er, dressed in white, was helping him wash his back.

This was naturally Lang Huan’s instruction, to tend well to Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s blissful expression, Qin Xian’Er shook her head slightly.

He probably didn’t even realize a great storm was brewing outside because of him.

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Race, Mo Ling of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race, and the Nine Nether Ape, among other young experts, had already announced that they would suppress Jun Xiaoyao at the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet.

With the Banquet approaching, Jun Xiaoyao remained so leisurely that it perplexed Qin Xian’Er.

”I think it would be best if you don’t attend the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet,” Qin Xian’Er said while washing Jun Xiaoyao’s back.

”Oh?” Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was indifferent.

”The Corpse Dragon Race, Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race, Nine Nether Ape Race, etc., will definitely target you. You cannot possibly handle all the Kings,” Qin Xian’Er said.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing. His capabilities were not something Qin Xian’Er could comprehend.

However, he still said, ”Why are you so concerned about whether I’m in danger?”

Hearing this, Qin Xian’Er paused and then replied, ”I’m worried you might implicate Her Highness, drawing her into it.”

”You care about Lang Huan?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes deepened.

Qin Xian’Er blushed, remaining silent.

After a long while, she softly spoke, ”I can tell that Her Highness likes you. It’s the first time she’s met someone she fancies so much.”

”If you encounter any danger at the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet, she certainly won’t stand by idly.”

Hearing Qin Xian’Er’s words, Jun Xiaoyao chuckled and shook his head, ”Does Lang Huan like me? She’s only lusting after my body.”

Many people confuse liking with lusting after the body.

”It’s the same thing,” Qin Xian’Er said, her tone carrying a slight, faint resentment.

”Don’t worry, I won’t stay in the Burial Land for too long,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

After participating in the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet, he planned to find a way to the Burial Realm in search of the Nine Marvels Reincarnation Immortal Grass and learn about past events from a decade ago.

Once that’s done, Jun Xiaoyao would also leave.

After all, with the Immortal Ancient World about to open, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t want to be late.

Jun Xiaoyao’s words gave Qin Xian’Er some peace of mind.

She also realized Jun Xiaoyao had figured out her special feelings for Lang Huan, hence his comforting words.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao’s meditative handsome profile, Qin Xian’Er couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat.

She also understood why Lang Huan fancied Jun Xiaoyao.

If she hadn’t first fallen for Lang Huan, she might have been moved by Jun Xiaoyao as well.

About seven or eight days later.

The day for the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet finally arrived.

On this day, a lavish, opulent tower ship hovered in the sky outside the Asura Demon Kingdom Palace.

It was Lang Huan’s vehicle.

On the outskirts, countless beings were watching, wanting to know the exact relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Lang Huan now.

Is Jun Xiaoyao still Lang Huan’s Holy Guard?

Three figures emerged from the deep palace, treading in the air.

At the forefront was Jun Xiaoyao, with Lang Huan, originally the center of attention, following beside him like a maid.

She gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with a hint of a woman’s slight grievance.

Like a little wife who felt neglected by her husband.

Seeing this scene, those who still held a glimmer of hope, their hearts were bleeding, brimming with despair.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, was unfazed, directly stepping into the tower ship.

Lang Huan and Qin Xian’Er followed closely behind.

The tower ship also soared towards the location of the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet.

Seeing the distant tower ship, many male talents of the Burial Soil pounded their chests in anguish, cursing and roaring.

”The Jun Family genius dares to so openly attend the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet; he will surely meet a bad end.”

”Indeed, let’s hurry and see how the other Kings will teach him a lesson!”

”Right, I won’t be satisfied until I see the Jun Family genius humbled!”

A group of creatures shouted, following closely behind.

It was obvious that this year’s Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet was destined to be the liveliest yet.

Of course, it would also be the one with the most variables.