Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

"Hmm?"

Jun Xiaoyao sensed a slight peculiarity.

It was a faint aura of darkness, accompanied by intense hostility.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced over and saw the young man rushing out from the crowd, seemingly ready to step forward and rescue Tushan Wanwan.

However, since Jun Xiaoyao had already taken action, the opportunity was lost for him.

A glint of darkness flashed in Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes.

That young man gave him a very unusual feeling.

"Young Master Xiaoyao, could you... let go?" Tushan Wanwan lowered her head, a bit at a loss for how to respond.

After all, this was her first time being so close to a member of the opposite sex.

"I apologize." Jun Xiaoyao released his arm.

Tushan Wanwan blushed as she stepped out from Jun Xiaoyao’s embrace.

Yet in her heart, there was a slight reluctance.

That embrace indeed made one feel very warm and secure.

"Who is this?"

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yun Xiaohai.

Tushan Wanwan had not yet regained her senses, and it took her a moment to react, "Oh, he is my groom."

"As long as the Princess is alright."

Yun Xiaohai lowered his head, unwilling to let the jealousy in his eyes be seen by Jun Xiaoyao.

How sharp Jun Xiaoyao was, he had sensed it long ago.

He immediately understood that Yun Xiaohai likely had affections towards Tushan Wanwan.

But due to the vast difference in social standing, these feelings remained hidden.

And now, seeing the goddess in his heart held in another’s arms,

It was natural to feel that way.

In truth, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

There were plenty of people jealous of him.

He wouldn’t pay attention to a lowly, servile groom.

But what caught Jun Xiaoyao’s attention was the faint aura of darkness emanating from the young man.

This piqued his interest.

"Interesting, let’s see what develops," Jun Xiaoyao mused.

He wondered if it would be just as he speculated.

"Young Master Xiaoyao, will there... be another chance for us to spar in the future?"

Tushan Wanwan blushed, asking shyly.

She could feel it as well.

Even though she had only fought once with Jun Xiaoyao, he gave her lots of guidance during the process.

She felt her progress rapidly increasing.

"Of course, I’m available at any time," Jun Xiaoyao replied.

After all, he wasn’t planning to return to Luo Xiangling anytime soon.

"Thank you, Young Master," Tushan Wanwan said joyfully.

Yet this left two of them feeling quite stifled.

The first was Yun Xiaohai, naturally.

The other was Tushan Chun Chun, her little face dark as a pot’s base.

"Ask me anytime if you need anything,"

Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve lightly and turned to leave.

Tushan Wanwan gazed somewhat mesmerized at Jun Xiaoyao’s retreating figure.

At this moment, a clear, sweet voice, laced with a slightly aggravated tone, sounded.

"Sister Wanwan, I think we need to have a proper discussion," Tushan Chun Chun said, hands on her hips with a serious expression.

"Xiaowu, are you jealous?" Tushan Wanwan raised her eyebrows.

"Hmph, although we’re sisters, there should still be a thing about who was first, right? It was me first!" Tushan Chun Chun said, puffing her cheeks.

"Feelings aren’t about who comes first. It’s a matter of who captures the heart," Tushan Wanwan huffed lightly.

"Ah, Sister Wanwan, you’ve really developed feelings for Mr.! That’s not okay!"

Tushan Chun Chun leapt toward Tushan Wanwan like a hungry cat pouncing on food.

The two girls began to tussle, creating a beautiful scene.

However, many male celestial prides present felt a twinge of sourness in their hearts.

A celestial pride said dazedly, "If this keeps up, will the Tushan Royal Family still need to hold a bridal selection convention?"

...

In the subsequent time, Jun Xiaoyao did not return to Luo Xiangling’s side.

Of course, he didn’t waste time either.

As a Quasi-War God of the War God Academy, the resources Jun Xiaoyao could deploy were astonishing.

One could say they were no less than those available to the direct descendants of the Immortal Emperor Races,

and perhaps even a bit more abundant.

Even from Jun Xiaoyao’s perspective, these resources were not insignificant.

Immortality Medicine, Divine Weapons and Treasures, Immortal Gold Minerals, Immortal Manuals, powerful cultivation techniques, and more.

Jun Xiaoyao could get anything he wanted.

He didn’t hold back either.

Why not enjoy freebies?

Those Divine Weapons, Immortal Gold Minerals, Jun Xiaoyao let the All Things Mother Qi Tripod and Daluo Sword Embryo absorb them.

Both weapons were already at the Quasi-Emperor level.

And they both had evolutionary potential.

The Daluo Sword Embryo at minimum would become a Quasi-Immortal Artifact in the future, even becoming a true Immortal Artifact was not out of the question.

The All Things Mother Qi Tripod, given enough resources, becoming an Immortal Artifact was inevitable.

Besides, Jun Xiaoyao also delved into those Immortal Manuals and powerful cultivation techniques.

The techniques of the Exotic Realm were vastly different from those of the Immortal Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao compared and contrasted the methods of the Exotic Realm with those of the Immortal Realm.

Ultimately refining the essence to elevate his own techniques and Dao.

This progress, although not immediately reflected in his cultivation realm,

was hugely beneficial for his future law condensation and Great Dao transformation.

Of course, during this time, Tushan Wanwan would visit Jun Xiaoyao for sparring every few days.

Jun Xiaoyao did not refuse.

The relationship between them grew increasingly harmonious.

Whether Jun Xiaoyao was sincere or not, only he knew in his heart.

As for Tushan Wanwan, she found herself increasingly captivated.

Imagine this.

A man who is mysterious, powerful, extraordinarily charismatic, handsome, and gentle, willing to train with you every day.

Even if you’re a weakling unworthy in his eyes, he still patiently teaches and guides you.

What woman wouldn’t feel moved?

Tushan Wanwan even thought of tying the Red Thread of Fate to Jun Xiaoyao.

But feeling a bit shy, she refrained from doing so.

Tushan Chun Chun watched on, filled with jealousy, forcing her way in insisting Jun Xiaoyao practice with her as well.

For a moment, Jun Xiaoyao’s life carried a touch of amusement.

However, in contrast to that,

there was Luo Xiangling’s side.

In the secluded courtyard.

Luo Xiangling, wearing a simple long dress veiled in gauze, perfectly outlined her delicate and slender figure.

Her long azure hair cascaded down to her shapely hips, complementing her snow-white, flawless beauty.

Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her lips like crimson, and her teeth like pearls and jade.

Such exquisite beauty was exceptionally rare and unforgettable at a glance.

One could say, for a woman like this.

Anyone who saw her would find her unforgettable, wishing to see her every day.

Not to mention, living with her would be a fortune of three lifetimes.

But alas, despite being so fortunate, Jun Xiaoyao, after leaving, hadn’t returned for a month.

It even gave the impression of abandoning his wife.

"Still not back?"

Luo Xiangling mumbled.

She thought Jun Xiaoyao would return after two or three days.

But now, a month had passed, and Jun Xiaoyao still hadn’t returned.

Of course, Luo Xiangling could use divine thought to investigate, but she refrained from doing so.

"I got used to being alone," Luo Xiangling said, rubbing her temples with her jade fingers.

She had been living alone for so long.

Why did she suddenly feel such solitude?

Perhaps discussing Dao with Jun Xiaoyao brought Luo Xiangling a rare sense of joy.

"I should take a look."

Eventually, unable to resist any longer, Luo Xiangling decided to see what Jun Xiaoyao was up to.

She usually never left her seclusion area.

With Luo Xiangling’s Quasi-Immortal cultivation,

she could instantly arrive outside Jun Xiaoyao’s residence without anyone noticing.

In a single glance, Luo Xiangling saw Jun Xiaoyao standing very close to Tushan Wanwan, their bodies almost leaning against each other.

Jun Xiaoyao leaned close to Tushan Wanwan’s ear, seemingly whispering something to her.

Seeing this intimate scene of whispering, Luo Xiangling was stunned.