Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The Martial Guardian nodded slightly.

Since Jun Xiaoyao helped him like this, he couldn’t just give up on himself.

The Martial Guardian sat cross-legged on the ground, like a tiger protecting its home, covered in wounds.

He directly integrated a drop of Sacred Body Essence Blood into his body.

Instantly, a look of astonishment flashed in the Martial Guardian’s eyes.

Because he felt that the drop of essence blood was incredibly pure, as if it was from the same source as an ancient Great Perfection Sacred Body.

In comparison, the Martial Guardian immediately felt his own essence blood was exceedingly impure and muddied.

What made his heart tremble was that he discovered, as he refined this drop of essence blood.

The Sacred Body’s shackles that had not budged for a long time, actually trembled.

”This...”

Even with the Martial Guardian’s temperament and state of mind, his heart was in turmoil!

He never expected that the Sacred Body Essence Blood, which broke through the Ten-Layered Shackles, would be so extraordinary.

It might even help him break those very shackles!

”Senior, how are you doing?” Jun Xiaoyao asked with a faint smile, already having anticipated this outcome.

The Martial Guardian nodded slightly, thanked him a thousand times over, but there was no need for words, as everything was beyond expression.

Now the only thing he had to do was completely refine these fifty drops of Sacred Body Essence Blood.

The Martial Guardian not only had hope for survival, but also the possibility of transformation!

It wasn’t just the Martial Guardian who benefited.

The other three hundred Palace Guardians, after integrating the Sacred Body Essence Blood into their bodies, also showed expressions of astonishment.

They felt that the dormant Holy Body Bloodline within them was fully activated.

Even elders like Ning Defa felt their bloodline surging.

As for Ning Chen and Xiaoxuanxuan, the Holy Body Bloodline within them was already richer than the other Palace Guardians.

The benefits they received were even greater at this moment.

”I can also become a mighty warrior like Big Brother!” Ning Chen’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

”This is all bestowed upon us by Big Brother.” Xiaoxuanxuan said gratefully.

It can be said that with Jun Xiaoyao’s Sacred Body Essence Blood, whether it was the Martial Guardian or these Palace Guardians, their power and realm could achieve soaring advancements.

In less than ten days or half a month, they would be completely renewed!

Seeing the excited cultivators training before him, Jun Xiaoyao also nodded secretly.

If they were willing to join the Monarch Court, they would undoubtedly become the sharpest spear in the Monarch Court.

The three hundred Palace Guardians, though few in number, each bore a trace of Holy Body Bloodline, along with a drop of Sacred Body Essence Blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Their potential would be limitless in the future.

Ning Chen and Xiaoxuanxuan, needless to say, would absolutely become leaders among the Palace Guardians as they grew, possibly not much weaker than a true Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

As for the Martial Guardian, if he could join the Monarch Court, he would definitely become one of its cornerstones.

The Martial Guardian and the group of Palace Guardians were all immersed in cultivation.

Jun Xiaoyao put away the Desolate Divine Armor and the Great Wilderness Halberd, reverting to his ethereal, white-clad appearance, calm as an Exiled Immortal, exuding an unworldly grace.

The surrounding crowd looked at the now tall and jade-like Jun Xiaoyao, unable to associate him with the cold-blooded Demon King who had just slaughtered thousands.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed like the embodiment of divinity.

While earlier, he was the embodiment of demonic nature.

”God or Demon, Young Master Jun, which one is the real you, or perhaps, are you both?” Ji Qingyi mused with her autumn-water eyes showing deep thought.

She thought she had pondered deeply enough, seen clearly enough.

But Jun Xiaoyao seemed like a fog, completely elusive to her grasp.

She couldn’t help but be curious, wanting to explore, only to find herself gradually lost in it.

Ruying, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but sigh, ”I once thought that no man in this world was worthy of our Lady Empress.”

”Even that Ancient Emperor’s Son doesn’t count.”

”But now, seeing the legendary Divine Son of the Jun Family, I actually feel he suits Lady Empress well.”

Ruying herself couldn’t believe she would have such a thought.

Perhaps because, in her heart, Princess Ling Yuan was exceedingly high above, a peerless lady of unparalleled talent and beauty.

She was too proud, too noble.

Any man standing beside her was a desecration to her.

But now, Ruying saw a man of stature, status, power, appearance, and demeanor, who matched Ling Yuan in every way.

She even felt these two seemed like a match made in heaven.

”Alas, it’s a pity, the Immortal Court and the Jun Family are destined for discord.” Ruying sighed inwardly.

Not to mention, Ling Yuan is one of the Seven Rebellious Emperors.

Could it be in the future, they will enact a drama of love and strife?

Ruying thought with some gossip in her mind.

As for Saint Profound Yi of the Gulan Holy Sect, he sighed deeply.

He felt his Dao Heart was becoming unstable.

In front of Jun Xiaoyao, no Celestial Pride could maintain their posture, all feeling themselves humbling to dust.

”It wasn’t unjust for Holy Universe One and others to die; even if Saint Heaven One faced him, it would be rough.” Saint Profound Yi thought.

Generally, Celestial Pride had their pride, not admitting inferiority without battling personally.

But now, for the first time, Saint Profound Yi felt fear in his heart, lacking even the courage to challenge him.

As for the Seven Kills Thief, he didn’t even have the thought of showing himself, hiding among the crowd.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back in the void, waiting for the Martial Guardian and others to finish their cultivation, before heading to the Ba Xing Cang Family.

”Young Master, you’re truly incredible!”

The Taiyin Jade Rabbit, Xiaoyu, bounced forward, her large red crystal eyes filled with intense admiration.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly without a word.

At this time, a graceful figure in azure attire crossed through the void, lightly landing near Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this scene, those around all showed a hint of curiosity.

”It’s Qingyi Fairy, she’s actively approaching the Divine Son of the Jun Family.”

”They are both Celestial Pride of the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, rumored to have known each other before.”

”But now, Qingyi Fairy is the assistant to that mysterious successor of the Human Immortal Sect, is it appropriate to get close to the Divine Son of the Jun Family?”

”What’s wrong with that? If I were Qingyi Fairy, facing such an excellent man as the Divine Son of the Jun Family, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from building a connection.” Some female cultivators rolled their eyes and said.

Sometimes women, too, are realistic beings.

They rely on and admire stronger ones.

”Young Master Jun, it’s been a long time, I didn’t expect to see you so impressive again.” Ji Qingyi smiled with her lips pursed, graceful and captivating.

”Long time indeed.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Noticing Jun Xiaoyao’s indifferent tone, Ji Qingyi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, ”Could it be that Young Master Jun resents Qingyi for not helping earlier?”

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head with a smile and said, ”Not at all, help is a matter of sentiment, not helping is a duty.”

Jun Xiaoyao never engaged in moral coercion; he didn’t mind at all that Ji Qingyi didn’t help earlier.

It was, after all, a grudge between the Cang Family and the line of the Palace Guardians, irrelevant to outsiders.

”Then why does it feel like after not seeing you for so long, Young Master Jun’s attitude seems a bit aloof? Did Qingyi do something to displease you?” Ji Qingyi seemed to show a hint of subtle grievance.

”Not really, it’s just that I, the Divine Son, have a question.” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

”Oh?” Ji Qingyi’s eyes turned.

”Are you... friend or foe?” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze was sharp as a sword, directly looking at Ji Qingyi.