Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

"Eating soft rice, with Mr.’s cultivation, does he still need to eat?"

Tushan Chun Chun’s crystalline little face showed a suspicious expression.

She naturally didn’t understand the meaning of these words, Jun Xiaoyao also smiled and didn’t explain much.

"By the way, I heard Mr. is living with Prince Luo; is she pretty?" Tushan Chun Chun continued to ask.

"Indeed, very beautiful." Jun Xiaoyao said truthfully.

That’s the truth.

"Is... is that so?"

Tushan Chun Chun’s little face drooped a bit, feeling a bit stuffy and sour inside.

Then, as if with a trace of unwillingness, she gestured with her small hand at her chest and asked.

"Is hers, bigger?"

Jun Xiaoyao remained silent, with black lines appearing on his forehead.

What is this little one thinking?

That is a Quasi-Immortal Powerhouse.

Looking at someone else’s chest?

Trying to die is not the way to go about it.

"Little one, what are you always thinking about all day in your little head?"

Jun Xiaoyao tapped Tushan Chun Chun’s little forehead.

However, Jun Xiaoyao recalled.

It seems not small, with some weight.

The most important thing is perfect shape and curve.

"Young Master, you finally came; you promised before you’d spar with me." Tushan Wanwan couldn’t help but interject.

Her martial heart was somewhat impatient.

"I promised Miss Wanwan before; naturally, it’s fine." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

"Then let’s go to the Martial Arts Arena!" Tushan Wanwan was very happy, her matchless beauty showing a captivating smile.

Watching these two, Tushan Chun Chun’s big eyes spun round and round.

They arrived at the Martial Arts Arena.

The Martial Arts Arena is a large floating platform square suspended in mid-air, engraved with strong defense arrays to block battle fluctuations.

At this moment, many War God Academy disciples were also sparring in the Martial Arts Arena.

"That one is... Chaos Body?"

"He has actually come!"

Jun Xiaoyao’s arrival undoubtedly attracted attention from all directions.

Jun Xiaoyao sensed many gazes filled with a faint jealousy.

He thought about it and understood.

"Beauty is trouble." Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.

This principle is the same everywhere.

But Luo Xiangling, he must win her over.

These lapdogs can only be envious.

In the crowd, there was an inconspicuous, lowly figure.

A youth with black fox ears and a black fox tail.

It was Yun Xiaohai.

He wasn’t qualified to join the War God Academy, but as Tushan Wanwan’s groom, he was allowed to come along.

At this moment, seeing Tushan Wanwan walk alongside Jun Xiaoyao, Yun Xiaohai’s fist clenched, his expression somewhat unsightly.

"It’s just normal sparring." Yun Xiaohai comforted himself.

"Young Master, please."

Tushan Wanwan stood in the air above the Martial Arts Arena, having learned from Jun Xiaoyao’s mouth that his name was Yu Xiaoyao.

Tushan Wanwan flipped her slender wrist, and a green long spear appeared in her hand.

Paired with her close-fitting blue armor and her refreshingly neat high ponytail, she exuded a bold and valiant demeanor.

"Come on." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

"Wanwan won’t be polite then."

Tushan Wanwan moved, the long spear in her hand vibrated, mana bursting forth.

No doubt, as the princess of the Di Race with a love for battle, Tushan Wanwan’s strength was formidable.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, flicking his fingers as he approached Tushan Wanwan’s spear.

"Young Master Xiaoyao, don’t underestimate Wanwan!" Tushan Wanwan exclaimed.

Clang!

Tushan Wanwan was directly shaken back, feeling her lotus arms go numb.

"So strong!"

Tushan Wanwan’s beautiful eyes lit up, as if seeing a precious treasure.

Jun Xiaoyao placed one hand behind his back, dealing with Tushan Wanwan with the other.

He wasn’t serious, just playing.

During their exchange, Tushan Wanwan exerted all her strength.

Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and leisurely.

"Deserves to be Chaos Body, truly formidable."

"That’s natural, although deep down there’s some jealousy, the talent and strength can’t be helped."

Many people sighed.

Soon, they exchanged over a thousand rounds.

Tushan Wanwan gasped, cheeks flushed, yet couldn’t stop.

She felt Jun Xiaoyao was purposely guiding her, her strength noticeably increasing.

"Young Master Xiaoyao, take this move!"

Tushan Wanwan’s spear shook, mana surged behind her.

A virtual shadow of a nine-tailed green fox appeared.

It’s Tushan Royal Family’s unique fox true form, greatly boosting combat power.

Below, seeing this scene, Yun Xiaohai’s head suddenly throbbed inexplicably.

Amid it, a pitch-black fox, radiating destruction, seemed to stare at him.

Its tail had ten strands!

"What’s happening?"

Yun Xiaohai pressed his temple.

He’s still paying close attention to Tushan Wanwan.

"Oh, interesting, fox true form." Jun Xiaoyao’s interest piqued.

He casually struck, Chaos Qi gathering, forming Chaos Hand Seal, like a piece of the sky coming down.

Boom!

The clash exploded, ripples spread.

A delicate figure fell rapidly.

It was Tushan Wanwan!

Even though her strength wasn’t weak, even displaying her fox true form.

But facing Jun Xiaoyao, who can reverse-slay Supremes!

"Princess!"

Seeing this, Yun Xiaohai’s face changed, rushing forward, trying to catch Tushan Wanwan.

Swoosh!

But the void flickered.

Jun Xiaoyao’s white figure fell beside the descending Tushan Wanwan.

One hand caught Tushan Wanwan’s slim waist wrapped in soft armor.

Though separated by armor, he could sense the amazing flexibility and elasticity.

"Apologies, got a bit carried away, hope Miss Wanwan doesn’t mind." Jun Xiaoyao said apologetically.

Tushan Wanwan’s body stiffened, mind blank.

From childhood till now, it’s the first time a male held her.

Jun Xiaoyao’s arm was strong, his scent pleasingly fresh.

Giving an unprecedented sense of security.

Tushan Wanwan was dumbfounded, her delicate face unconsciously blushing.

If her sisters saw Tushan Wanwan like this, they’d exclaim.

Even the tomboy blushes?

"Miss Wanwan?" Jun Xiaoyao slightly tilted his head, gazing at Tushan Wanwan.

"I’m... I’m fine... Thank you, Young Master Xiaoyao, for saving me." Tushan Wanwan stammered.

She dared not meet Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes, her gaze lowered.

Unintentionally discovering the red string tied on her snow-white wrist seemed to tremble slightly.

"Could it be..."

Tushan Wanwan’s heart skipped a beat.

Found her True Destiny Emperor as well?

Otherwise, why would the red string move?

Everyone around was stunned.

Wow, already hugging?

Tushan Chun Chun’s crystalline eyes widened, red lips round with surprise.

On the other side, Yun Xiaohai stood as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.

Steps stalled, watching Tushan Wanwan in Jun Xiaoyao’s embrace, not resisting.

Yun Xiaohai felt his heart squeeze in pain, unable to breathe.

Mind thundering like ten thousand rays.

The goddess in his mind, held by another man, with a shy look.

Jealousy inside turned to shame and resentment.

A dark, fierce intention surfaced in Yun Xiaohai’s eyes.

He didn’t even notice himself.