Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

"I’m sorry, Xiao Yao, King Fufeng is targeting you because of me, but it doesn’t actually concern you."

Luo Xiangling’s face carried a hint of apology.

After all, no one wants to make enemies with a Quasi-Immortal.

And Jun Xiaoyao, is purely a victim of misfortune.

Just because he was close to Luo Xiangling, he became the target of King Fufeng.

"Senior Xiangling, there’s no need to apologize, this isn’t your issue." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s attitude, Luo Xiangling also sighed inwardly.

If it were other Celestial Prides with sharp edges, probably they’d be burning with anger and resentment for such misfortune.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and composed.

This personality truly made Luo Xiangling admire him.

"It’s been a while since we discussed Dao. Since our discussion, I have lost interest in communicating with others," Luo Xiangling said with a light chuckle.

This is why she did not attend the ancient supreme Dao discourse conference.

She felt that discussing with Jun Xiaoyao yielded much more than communicating with those people.

"That’s my honor," Jun Xiaoyao also smiled.

The two were about to enter the house.

At this moment, a scroll of painting inadvertently slipped from Jun Xiaoyao’s sleeve and fell to the ground.

"Hmm?"

Luo Xiangling noticed it.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression shifted slightly as he leaned down to pick it up.

But the scroll floated into Luo Xiangling’s hands.

"This is..." Luo Xiangling’s beautiful eyes showed a hint of curiosity.

"Senior Xiangling, this..." Jun Xiaoyao appropriately showed a faint unease.

But Luo Xiangling was curious and unfurled the scroll.

Then she was immediately like struck by lightning, frozen in place.

The painting depicted a woman standing on the He Luo Riverfront.

Her long dress shrouded in mist, her sash fluttering, she appeared like a Fairy about to soar with the wind.

Qiushui as spirit jade, bone as essence, her face reflected the grace of lotus, eyebrows like willow.

Her eyes sparkled, gazing afar.

A painting of a beautiful person to its utmost beauty.

Any man who saw the Fairy-like woman in the painting would be enchanted, entranced.

More importantly, it wasn’t just a painting.

The woman and the river in the painting seemed to move.

It was infused with mana and Dao essence, anyone could gain insights just by glancing at it!

"This... is me?"

Luo Xiangling was stunned.

The woman in the painting, is herself?

However, what made Luo Xiangling unable to calm was.

Below the peerless beauty in the painting, there were dense notes and inscriptions.

"The Luoshen Fu..."

Luo Xiangling murmured with her divine lips.

"Her figure, nimble as a startled swan, graceful as a roaming dragon, shining brightly like autumn chrysanthemums, thriving like spring pines."

"Viewed from afar, she gleams like the sun rising at dawn; observed closely, she radiates like the lotus emerging from waves."

"Her cloud-like hair coiled high, her fine brows elegantly shaped. Her lips, scarlet outside, are bright; her teeth, set within, are fresh; her eyes, discerning and radiant, her dimples complement her allure."

"As she glances around, her glitter flows smoothly, her brilliance bathes her jade-like face. Words poised unsaid, her aura is like hidden orchids. Her graceful form entices me to forget food."

Luo Xiangling murmured, her mind couldn’t help but tremble.

The person in the painting, beautiful.

The words are absolute.

It’s hard to imagine, such a world-shaking piece of poetry would come from a young person.

What made Luo Xiangling’s heart flutter even more.

There was a drop of fresh blood on the painting that was particularly striking.

What does this represent?

It represents that the person who painted this and wrote these words expended immense effort.

Otherwise, each stroke wouldn’t carry Dao essence.

"Xiao Yao, you..."

Luo Xiangling gazed at Jun Xiaoyao, her sparkling eyes trembling slightly.

For this poem and painting, Jun Xiaoyao exhaustingly poured out his heart and soul.

Any woman wouldn’t remain calm when faced with this.

"Sorry, boldly inscribing words and painting for Senior Xiangling, it might be sudden for the senior." Jun Xiaoyao appropriately showed a slight unease.

"No, the painting is excellent, and the words, I didn’t expect Xiao Yao you not only have unparalleled talent but also such astonishing brilliant literary talent."

Luo Xiangling seemed to have a new recognition of Jun Xiaoyao.

Not only was his appearance unrivaled, and his talent demonic enough.

But he also possessed such stunning literary talent.

The painting and the words weren’t something an ordinary person could produce.

Honestly, even Luo Xiangling, upon seeing this, couldn’t believe that the painting and poem depicted herself.

What made Luo Xiangling’s heart skip a beat more.

Why would Jun Xiaoyao write such words and paint?

Could it be because...

"Xiao Yao, could this be gifted to me?" Luo Xiangling asked.

"Well... if the senior doesn’t mind, of course." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Don’t call me senior anymore, just call me by my name." Luo Xiangling said.

"Alright, Xiang Ling." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Upon hearing this address, Luo Xiangling’s heart skipped, then she turned around and said.

"You should go cultivate first, we’ll discuss Dao later."

After speaking, Luo Xiangling hurriedly returned to her room.

Watching Luo Xiangling’s departing back, the faint unease on Jun Xiaoyao’s face faded.

The corner of his lips slightly curled into an arc.

All of this was naturally intentional by him.

From painting, inscribing The Luoshen Fu, to dripping a heart’s blood.

Then, deliberately letting it slip accidentally, for Luo Xiangling to see.

Every step was meticulously planned by Jun Xiaoyao.

He doesn’t seek to completely win over Luo Xiangling.

As long as in the future, when he encounters danger, Luo Xiangling can step up to help him, that’s enough.

The prowess of a Quasi-Immortal is beyond measure.

"Although I’ve reached this step, I’m not certain of Luo Xiangling’s true attitude towards me yet."

"It’s time to test it." Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze flickered darkly.

He had a new plan.

The reason Jun Xiaoyao went to such lengths to win over Luo Xiangling.

Is because he had a hunch that in the future, he will definitely stir up significant waves in the Exotic Realm.

By then, he will need a top-tier strongman to support him.

If it were in the Immortal Realm, Jun Xiaoyao naturally wouldn’t need to go to such efforts to borrow force.

A casual word from him, and countless strong fighters would be willing to stand behind Jun Xiaoyao.

But here in the Exotic Realm, the Jun family’s hand is difficult to extend.

On the other side.

Back in her room, Luo Xiangling felt her heart beating loudly.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

She again examined the woman in the painting, along with the inscribed The Luoshen Fu.

The more she looked, the more she felt delighted.

If someone praised her beauty to her face.

Luo Xiangling would instead feel a bit repelled.

Like King Fufeng, who always did this before.

But this method had indeed struck to Luo Xiangling’s heart.

"Am I really this beautiful?"

Gazing at the stunning woman standing by the He Luo Riverfront in the painting, Luo Xiangling’s beautiful eyes were drawn into a daze.

Somewhat entranced.

What kind of divine painting could depict such beauty?

"Yu Xiaoyao, indeed interesting," Luo Xiangling murmured in her heart.

The flawless and unparalleled beauty of her small face was tinged with captivating blush.

The following period.

Jun Xiaoyao remained in Luo Xiangling’s courtyard.

The Dragon Qi permeating the place also helped Jun Xiaoyao’s cultivation.

Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling occasionally discussed Dao together.

Even in moments of excitement, they would write poetry, paint, play the zither and music.

Jun Xiaoyao’s Zither Dao once again amazed Luo Xiangling.

The zither sound, like heavenly music, blended with Dao essence, deeply touching the heart.

In Luo Xiangling’s eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was simply a treasure waiting to be uncovered.

Their relationship, naturally, became more harmonious and even had a hint of that feeling, like Immortal lovers in love.

In this serene atmosphere.

Elder Mu arrived with a somewhat grave expression, delivering a message to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Emperor Mojie of the Mojie Emperor Race will awaken soon, and there is news that Emperor Mojie wishes to challenge Young Friend Xiao Yao at War God Mountain."

"Ding, congratulations host. A new sign-in location has refreshed, please sign in at War God Mountain!"