Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

After temporarily handling Su Hongyi’s matter, Su Hongyi withdrew.

There’s no rush to uncover the secrets behind Su Hongyi.

"Next, it’s time to wait for the outbreak of war at Border Desolation, and then investigate the situation on the Immortal Realm’s side."

"Oh right, there’s also Luo Xiangling. It’s time to visit her," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Too much is as bad as too little.

If Luo Xiangling is neglected for too long, it might backfire.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao remains in the Exotic Realm, he still needs to hold on to Luo Xiangling’s advantage.

Jun Xiaoyao stood up just as he was about to head to Luo Xiangling’s residence.

A sudden inspiration flashed in his mind.

A smile appeared on his face.

Then, after a brief moment of thought, Jun Xiaoyao picked up paper and pen, casually sketching on it.

Each stroke was imbued with astonishing Dao rhythm.

It could be said, it consumed considerable mental energy.

But for Jun Xiaoyao’s Primordial Spirit, such mental effort was insignificant.

After leisurely writing, Jun Xiaoyao paused, glanced at it, hesitated slightly, and shook his head gently.

"It’s still missing something."

With that, Jun Xiaoyao forced a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth, letting it fall onto the paper.

"Hmm, that’s better," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

After making preparations, Jun Xiaoyao headed straight to the depths of the War God Academy, to Luo Xiangling’s residence.

...

In the small courtyard among the Purple Bamboo Forest, with small bridges and flowing water.

Luo Xiangling, in a plain long dress, holding needles and thread between her jade-like fingers, was embroidering.

Suddenly, she felt a slight sting in her fingers.

A drop of blood appeared.

The blood bead was tinged with a faint blue.

Seeing the blood bead, Luo Xiangling was lost in thought.

"Is my heart a bit chaotic?" Luo Xiangling slightly shook her elegant head.

The needle used for embroidering was also a Quasi-Emperor Weapon; otherwise, it wouldn’t have pricked Luo Xiangling.

In fact, Luo Xiangling had never been pricked during embroidering.

This was the first time.

This indicated that her mind wasn’t completely at peace.

In her mind, a scene of Jun Xiaoyao embracing Tushan Wanwan’s dainty figure while teaching her cultivation emerged.

For some reason, an overwhelming sense of unrest lingered.

"Never mind it."

Luo Xiangling stopped her embroidery.

At this moment, spatial fluctuations emerged.

Luo Xiangling instinctively stood up, her eyes lighting up, gazing into the distance.

However, the freshly brightened eyes dimmed almost instantly.

A man came, clad in azure-gold splendid robes, extraordinarily handsome, a middle-aged man.

He bore a pair of cyan wings on his back, etched with extremely ancient patterns.

His aura had also reached the level of a Quasi-Immortal Powerhouse.

"King Fufeng, what brings you here?" Luo Xiangling asked, her manner cool, threads of distance woven into her tone.

This King Fufeng was also one of the ancient supremes of the War God Academy, a Quasi-Immortal Powerhouse.

His true form was that of a Cyan Celestial Demon Roc.

The reason Luo Xiangling maintained an air of aloofness towards him was because this King Fufeng harbored designs and often flattered her.

Luo Xiangling wasn’t fond of such behavior, however.

"Recently, the Dao Conference has taken place, and Prince Luo hasn’t attended. Is something the matter?" King Fufeng smiled slightly.

In the War God Academy, the ancient supremes had no special tasks or responsibilities.

Besides guarding the War God Academy, their sole aim was to break through to become a true Immortal King.

The Dao Conference was a gathering where these ancient supremes would engage in sparring and discussions of Dao.

"I just haven’t been in the mood lately," Luo Xiangling shook her head indifferently.

What concern was it of King Fufeng whether she attended?

Due to their shared status as ancient supremes of the academy, Luo Xiangling refrained from tearing the facade.

"I heard that recently, Prince Luo sought to take in the owner of the Chaos Body as a disciple, only to be declined in the end. That individual is truly lacking insight."

King Fufeng deliberately belittled Jun Xiaoyao in an attempt to ingratiate himself with Luo Xiangling.

However, Luo Xiangling frowned, her tone chilled, "That was his choice; I will not force anyone."

A streak of strange light shone in King Fufeng’s eyes.

Luo Xiangling, to think she would respond thusly for a trivial junior.

He continued, "I just found it somewhat inconsiderate, especially since you still retain him in your courtyard, Prince Luo."

This was the point that King Fufeng cared about.

After all, a solitary man and woman residing within the same place.

Although King Fufeng was convinced that Luo Xiangling would form no relation with that young man.

But the thought was uncomfortably gnawing.

"King Fufeng, do I need your approval for how I conduct matters?"

Luo Xiangling’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Who was King Fufeng to her?

Why should she seek King Fufeng’s evaluation of her actions?

If courting had levels.

Jun Xiaoyao would undoubtedly be the Glory King.

While this King Fufeng, at most, a stubborn bronze.

At that moment, spatial ripples spread in the distance.

A young man in white approached, riding the ripples.

"Xiang Ling elder, apologies, I meant to return sooner but was delayed by some matters."

The newcomer was, of course, Jun Xiaoyao.

He caught sight of King Fufeng, a flicker of strange brightness in his eyes.

Yet another Quasi-Immortal of the Academy.

The depth of the War God Academy’s foundation was far beyond his expectations.

Seeing the long-missed white figure arrive, Luo Xiangling, unexpectedly, felt her mood lighten somewhat.

As if a clouded sky had cleared.

"And this is the Chaos Body that’s been stirring the academy lately?"

King Fufeng also gazed at Jun Xiaoyao, his eyes scanning like a sharp sword.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately sensed a massive pressure pouring down upon him.

He knew.

King Fufeng merely wanted to force him into an awkward position, to embarrass him.

Yet solely through coercion, thinking to suppress Jun Xiaoyao, was simply wishful thinking.

"King Fufeng, what are you doing?"

How could Luo Xiangling not perceive this, her fine eyebrows raised, with a wave of her hand, dissolving the pressure.

Her gaze towards King Fufeng, even colder now.

"I just intended to verify if this Chaos Body is the real deal," King Fufeng smiled.

Considering his status, he couldn’t bring himself to reckon with Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet, in Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes, a trace of icy intent brewed.

He was someone who repaid vengeance a hundredfold.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao sensed, that King Fufeng harbored intentions towards Luo Xiangling.

This was bound to result in future conflicts with him.

It was simply because, currently, Jun Xiaoyao’s realm wasn’t high enough to catch King Fufeng’s eye.

"I have other matters, please leave," Luo Xiangling issued an order to depart.

King Fufeng’s eyes narrowed, then he laughed, "If that’s the case, I won’t disturb you further."

With those words, King Fufeng turned to leave.

However, a particularly subtle message was transmitted into Jun Xiaoyao’s mind.

"Kid, even if you are an unrivaled Chaos Body through the ages, know that some people are beyond your reach."

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained unchanged, watching King Fufeng’s departure.

"Heh... Beyond reach?"

Jun Xiaoyao quietly chuckled coldly.

Unexpectedly, one day, such words would be directed at him.

If beings from the Immortal Realm knew, that with Jun Xiaoyao’s status, he had to reach for others.

They would laugh until their teeth fell out.

In this world, how many are truly worthy for Jun Xiaoyao to reach for?

Cold light flowed in Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes.

So what if he were a Quasi-Immortal, Jun Xiaoyao had his means against him.

If truly irked, Jun Xiaoyao had countless ways to eliminate this King Fufeng!