Starting with Check-In Sacred Body of the Ancients-Chapter 141: An Asura Field Between Two Women, The Little Peng King’s Thoughts, Immortal Source Harvest

Chapter 141 - 141: An Asura Field Between Two Women, The Little Peng King's Thoughts, Immortal Source Harvest

It was hard to imagine that an Eldest Princess of an immortal divine dynasty would, at this moment, be nestled by Jun Xiaoyao's legs like a kitten.

Her appearance was like that of an abandoned pet.

If the Yin-Yang Holy Son outside the private room saw this scene, he would absolutely doubt his life.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent as he asked, "Why have you come?"

Wu Mingyue's voice was weak as she said, "Previously, I heard that Master was coming to the Heavenly Dao Tower, so Mingyue rushed here without stopping, just to see Master."

"Young Master, how could she?" Beside them, Jun Linglong was also very surprised, her beautiful eyes widening slightly.

Only Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue themselves, and Jun Zhangjian, knew about their relationship.

"It's a long story, but Mingyue is someone who can be trusted," Jun Xiaoyao said with a smile.

Hearing this, a captivating smile appeared on Wu Mingyue's face.

Being trusted by Jun Xiaoyao made her very happy.

But Jun Linglong couldn't bring herself to be happy; there was a faint hint of hostility in her eyes.

She sensed a bit of a threat.

"That Yin-Yang Holy Son outside seems to be interested in you," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

Although there was a private room separating them, Jun Xiaoyao could still understand the situation outside.

That Yin-Yang Holy Son was backed by the Yin-Yang Cult and was also a Saint Child of the Saintly Spirit Academy.

When the Saintly Spirit Academy previously announced that Jun Xiaoyao was unwelcome, the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others must have been fanning the flames.

Hearing this, Wu Mingyue's heart sweetened, and she thought to herself, "Is Master jealous?"

However, she immediately stated her position, "Master worries too much. That Yin-Yang Holy Son, Mingyue didn't even spare him a glance."

"Mm," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

"By the way, Master, Mingyue has also brought you over a hundred Immortal Sources. This is all I could gather." Wu Mingyue very obediently took out a spatial artifact containing the Immortal Sources.

Even with her status as an Eldest Princess, it was not an easy task to gather so many Immortal Sources.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He hadn't even started using Wu Mingyue yet, and she was already acting as a willing tool.

"Very good, thank you." Jun Xiaoyao put away the Immortal Sources and casually stroked Wu Mingyue's smooth, dark hair.

Wu Mingyue slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes, her heart feeling sweet.

Jun Linglong, watching from the side, felt her chest tighten more and more. She stood behind Jun Xiaoyao, extended her jade-like hand, and said softly, "Young Master, Linglong will massage your shoulders."

Wu Mingyue, meanwhile, leaned against Jun Xiaoyao's legs and said, "Master, Mingyue will massage your legs."

"Ahem..."

Even Jun Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then pretended not to care.

Why did this feel like the unfolding of an Asura field?

...

On the other side, the Martial Combat Meet was also about to begin.

Prodigies from all paths were seated steadily in the stands.

And some prodigies with distinguished status were seated in VIP private rooms.

For example, the Little Peng King with Golden Wings, Jin Lie.

He was tall, handsome, and martial-looking, with a head of long, brilliant golden hair cascading down.

His eyes had golden vertical pupils, like those of a beast, carrying a wildness that was very cool and detached.

He also had a pair of golden wings on his back, each feather as sharp as a golden divine sword.

"This time, I want to recruit some powerful followers, and also that Jun Xiaoyao..." Jin Lie's eyes narrowed, glinting with cold light.

Jun Xiaoyao subduing the Nine-Headed Lion as a mount made Jin Lie very displeased.

The reason was simple: whenever outsiders mentioned top-tier Primordial King Clans, they would first think of the Nine-Headed Lion and the Golden-Winged Great Peng.

These two races had always been equally famous; mentioning one would inevitably lead to mentioning the other.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao used a Nine-Headed Lion as a mount, and the Golden-Winged Great Peng was as famous as the Nine-Headed Lion.

Didn't this imply that the Golden-Winged Great Peng was also just mount-level material?

In the future, when outsiders mentioned the Golden-Winged Great Peng, they would say it was just like the Nine-Headed Lion lineage – a mount.

"Hmph, that Nine-Headed Lion has truly shamed our Primordial King Clans!" Jin Lie's brow furrowed deeply.

He made up his mind that later, in the Heavenly Dao Tower, he absolutely had to meet Jun Xiaoyao. frёewebηovel.cѳm

The face of the Primordial King Clans could not be lost!

"Everyone, welcome to the Martial Combat Meet hosted by our Wanbao Chamber of Commerce. I hope everyone will gain something and make a fortune."

An elderly host walked onto the high platform and said.

He didn't waste words and quickly got to the main topic.

Two slaves were driven onto the platform.

One was covered in bristles, with a massive physique and bulging muscles, holding a ghastly white bone club.

"It's actually a Barbarian." Some cultivators showed surprise in their eyes.

The Barbarian Clan was also a very large group with many branches.

High-level Barbarians could even cultivate special barbarian patterns, borrowing the power of heaven and earth.

Although this Barbarian was not a high-level one, his strength was extremely formidable.

The other slave, however, was very emaciated, skinny as a stick.

"It's a Wind Shadow Clan member," an old man recognized him.

"Alright, everyone can place their bets now," the elderly host said.

Jun Xiaoyao casually glanced at them.

It seemed that the Barbarian was stronger than the Wind Shadow Clan member in every aspect.

Moreover, this Barbarian had rough skin and thick flesh, with strong defense. Even if the Wind Shadow Clan member had a speed advantage, it would be very difficult to inflict fatal damage on the Barbarian.

So, most people bet on the Barbarian.

"Ten Immortal Sources, betting on the Wind Shadow Clan member," Jun Xiaoyao said faintly.

Jun Linglong and Wu Mingyue were both slightly startled.

Ten Immortal Sources at once was definitely a big gamble.

A moment of carelessness could lead to losing everything.

Of course, they did not object in any way; Jun Xiaoyao's words were commands.

However, the result came out quickly.

The Wind Shadow Clan member, in the end, actually activated his bloodline power, and a sharp wind blade directly pierced the Barbarian's chest.

"Master is truly amazing, with eyes like torches," Wu Mingyue said with admiration.

"Just a small matter."

With Jun Xiaoyao's current talent, while he couldn't claim to perceive all things, he was still capable of investigating the talents of these individuals.

In the end, the Wind Shadow Clan member was bought by a prodigy from a major faction.

Generally speaking, strong slaves would always be in demand.

Either as servants or as death warriors.

However, Jun Xiaoyao still wouldn't even look at slaves like this Wind Shadow Clan member.

Let alone as followers, even buying them to guard his house would seem superfluous.

Next, many more slaves were brought out one after another.

The Myriad Races of Primordial Times, including Human Clan and Demon Clan slaves, were all present.

And Jun Xiaoyao, without any surprise, won all his bets.

His initial one hundred and fifty Immortal Sources turned into four hundred.

Of course, this was also partly due to the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce letting him.

Otherwise, if he won every single round, the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce wouldn't want to suffer such a big loss either.

"It seems the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce is quite tactful; they didn't stop me from continuing to bet," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Next, the elderly host's expression became solemn as he spoke.

"Everyone, what follows is the final duel of this Martial Combat Meet."

As the old man's voice fell, two iron cages covered with cloth were pushed onto the stage.

There were even sealing runes carved around the iron cages.

But even so, powerful fluctuations emanated from within the cages.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze suddenly focused, looking towards one of the iron cages.

(End of Chapter)