Chapter 115: Jun Xiaoyao

Panwu Ling is the oldest and most mysterious place in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Rumors say it contains beings connected to the Panwu Emperor.

Panwu Ling is also the most core secret site of the Panwu Divine Dynasty; even royal nobles, imperial princes, and princesses rarely gain entry.

Now, the Panwu Divine Lord claims that whoever becomes Imperial Son-in-Law may enter Panwu Ling once.

This is undoubtedly a massive sacrifice.

Even Jun Xiaoyao flickered a hint of surprise.

The Panwu Divine Lord truly has the guts to do this.

When Jun Xiaoyao takes even one item from Panwu Ling, it could very well be priceless.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao's purpose in coming to the Panwu Divine Dynasty was precisely Panwu Ling.

One reason is for the check-in, the other is to awaken the next manifestation of his Sacred Body.

Therefore, no matter what, Jun Xiaoyao must obtain Panwu Ling.

But for the Panwu Divine Lord to use this as a means to bind Jun Xiaoyao to the Panwu Divine Dynasty is pure fantasy.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing more, only: "Then may I enter Panwu Ling?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, have you agreed?" The Panwu Divine Lord smiled faintly.

"Let me enter Panwu Ling first," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

Even facing the ruler of the divine dynasty, his expression remained utterly unflinching.

The Panwu Divine Lord's gaze turned deep. "Why wait for another day? Let the wedding be held today—Jun Clan's Divine Son and my dynasty's eldest princess make a perfect match."

The Panwu Divine Lord intended to force Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue into consummation immediately.

That way, it would be settled.

Upon hearing this, Wu Mingyue's face turned pale.

At that moment, a sharp cry rang out: "No! Mingyue, you must not agree!"

The speaker was Xiao Chen.

His eyes were bloodshot.

If Wu Mingyue truly ended up with his blood enemy, Xiao Chen would truly go berserk.

Being betrayed was bad enough—but with his enemy?

It was double the joy… no, double the agony.

"Xiao Chen, I…" Wu Mingyue bit her lip, her gaze complex.

She knew deep down that Xiao Chen's wish to be with her was merely a beautiful fantasy.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, then a sly amusement appeared on his face as he whispered to Wu Mingyue.

Yet upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Wu Mingyue's delicate face flushed with cold, shameful fury.

Because Jun Xiaoyao demanded she sever Xiao Chen's delusions completely.

If she refused to follow his words, Jun Xiaoyao would expose her status as a female slave.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you're an absolute bastard!" Wu Mingyue hissed in mental transmission.

"Heh, I'm doing Xiao Chen a favor. Dragging him along like this isn't fair, is it?"

"Better to let him give up entirely—then the world will open wide for him."

Jun Xiaoyao whispered, a faint smile on his lips, speaking with lofty justification.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao's true aim was simply to see what secrets Xiao Chen hid behind him.

Wu Mingyue's beautiful eyes showed inner struggle.

If she didn't speak, her slave status would be revealed.

"Three… two…" Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as he began counting down.

Wu Mingyue took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.

"Xiao Chen, I'm sorry—there's no future for us. Let it end. Forget me."

As she spoke, her slender hands trembled slightly.

Xiao Chen froze, stunned, his face blank.

"Mingyue… you… what did you say?" Xiao Chen couldn't believe his ears.

Wu Mingyue was the woman who truly understood him!

Though they'd never been intimate, emotionally, Xiao Chen had already claimed her as his own.

Yet now, Wu Mingyue uttered such cold, heartless words.

To forget her so easily—how could that be possible?

Xiao Chen couldn't accept it. Bloodshot veins spread across his eyes as he shook his head wildly, teeth gritted: "Is this because of Panwu Divine Dynasty's pressure? Mingyue, this isn't your true heart!"

Wu Mingyue bit her lip inwardly, her heart aching.

"Continue…" Jun Xiaoyao whispered coldly.

Wu Mingyue forced a look of patience, then spoke again.

"Xiao Chen, we're from different worlds. It's over."

Xiao Chen stood frozen like a statue.

At this moment, Wu Mingyue reminded him of Bai Yuer.

Both were cold, heartless, and turned their backs without a second thought.

Then he looked at Jun Xiaoyao—rage surged into his skull.

"I get it—it's because of Jun Xiaoyao! You think he's better, don't you?!" Xiao Chen roared, his temples throbbing as if about to burst.

Wu Mingyue must have been swayed by Jun Xiaoyao's outstanding display.

That's why she rejected him.

This was Xiao Chen's current belief.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never match Jun Xiaoyao!

"Wu Mingyue, you bitch! I gave you my whole heart—and this is how you repay me? What's the difference between you and my faithless fiancée, Bai Yuer?"

Xiao Chen went utterly insane. Every vein in his body seemed to twitch.

His fiancée was gone.

His father was murdered.

The Qinglong Ancient Nation had fallen.

Now, even his last hope—Wu Mingyue—had abandoned him.

His dream of becoming Imperial Son-in-Law was shattered.

Revenge was now impossibly distant; his gap in strength with Jun Xiaoyao would only widen.

He was mad!

Xiao Chen had completely lost his mind!

"Insolent!"

On the stage, the Panwu Divine Lord's face darkened as he saw Xiao Chen curse Wu Mingyue as a bitch—he swept his hand out.

*Splat!

Xiao Chen was blasted backward, spitting blood as he crashed hard to the ground.

Had Qinglong Shiren not secretly shielded Xiao Chen's internal organs with his spiritual soul, he would have died instantly.

Yet Xiao Chen seemed unaware—he continued laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha! Everyone betrays me! Everyone leaves me! Hahahaha!"

His clothes were torn, his face filthy, his body covered in blood—he laughed, utterly deranged.

"It's not like that… I was forced…" Wu Mingyue wept silently, heartbroken.

Jun Xiaoyao watched the scene coldly.

He had never been a saint, nor did he pretend to be righteous.

He might show a sliver of kindness—like helping Qin Xuan, or brutally crushing Yang Pan.

But if you became Jun Xiaoyao's enemy, you'd better be ready to be broken utterly.

"Xiao Chen… sigh…" Qinglong Shiren was utterly speechless.

Xiao Chen was truly pitiful—even with his help, it came to this.

"No… I, Xiao Chen, haven't lost yet. I still have one last hope…"

Xiao Chen snapped back to himself, a mad gleam in his eyes.

"The ancient anomaly in the Ancient Nest once said—if I bring ninety-nine virgin boys and ninety-nine virgin girls' blood to break her seal, she can grant me one wish!"

As he recalled this, his face twisted into unprecedented madness.

Before, he thought such acts were unforgivable sins.

Now, nothing mattered anymore.

As long as he could kill Jun Xiaoyao, he'd gladly become a demon, turn into a vengeful ghost.

Xiao Chen stumbled out of the Forbidden City, his expression like a demon from hell!

Wu Mingyue watched him leave, unable to stop him.

Her eyes turned icy as she whispered coldly to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Xiaoyao, are you satisfied now? You're a man-eating devil!"

"Oh? Then how do you know the Xiao Chen you love isn't the real devil?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, slyly.

"Impossible. His character is so resolute; even if he faces more setbacks, he will rally himself and never do anything against the Dao." Wu Mingyue declared firmly.

This was also why she loved Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's integrity inspired her admiration.

"Heh... human hearts change, after all." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.