Chapter 116: Tearing Off the Mask: Is Wu Mingyue Worthy? The Panwu Divine Lord

Watching Xiao Chen stumble away, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze grew deep.

He knew Xiao Chen hid something behind him.

Thinking of this, Jun Xiaoyao silently transmitted a message to Jun Zhangjian.

"Zhangjian, follow Xiao Chen secretly. Remember, don't alarm him or let him notice—just track and record."

Jun Zhangjian nodded slightly, his figure flickering and vanishing from where he stood.

A faint smile curled at Jun Xiaoyao's lips.

It wouldn't be long before Xiao Chen's secret was uncovered.

But for now, the most important thing wasn't Xiao Chen—it was the opportunity in Panwu Ling.

"That old fox…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Panwu Shen Zhu.

Panwu Shen Zhu clearly intended to force him to publicly acknowledge his identity as Panwu Divine Dynasty's Imperial Son-in-Law.

Afterward, if Jun Xiaoyao did anything harmful to the Panwu Divine Dynasty, that title would become a shackle.

The whole world would curse Jun Xiaoyao as ungrateful and traitorous.

"Panwu Shen Zhu, you're indeed cunning—trying to sacrifice Wu Mingyue to bind me to your dynasty, but is it really that simple?"

Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled in a cold sneer.

He was born free, rejecting all constraints—how could he bind himself to the Panwu Divine Dynasty?

Besides, Wu Mingyue's current status is his female slave.

How could Jun Xiaoyao possibly marry his own slave?

If he truly wanted Wu Mingyue's body, he could simply activate the slave seal—why go through such trouble just to claim the title of Imperial Son-in-Law?

"Panwu Shen Zhu, aren't you being a bit too eager?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

"Hehe, why wait for a lucky day? This Emperor also hopes his daughter finds a good match." Panwu Shen Zhu chuckled.

"A good match?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly.

Wu Mingyue probably hated him to the core by now.

Yang Pan, who had emerged from the ruins, heard Panwu Shen Zhu's words and his face turned deathly pale.

He wasn't foolish—he knew Panwu Shen Zhu would never let him become Imperial Son-in-Law.

"Hmph, in the end, you still need this Marquis to find the Three Panhuang Swords," Yang Pan muttered darkly to himself.

He remained calm, unlike before.

There was no choice—he'd been beaten too badly.

Though protected by the Panhuang Life Sword, he wasn't in mortal danger, but he'd been relentlessly crushed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Until he gained new opportunity, Yang Pan dared not act rashly again.

"Enough. Since it's settled, the banquet continues—but now it's a wedding feast." Panwu Shen Zhu waved his hand.

Wu Mingyue's face turned pale.

Marry Jun Xiaoyao?

Even compared to Yang Pan, Jun Xiaoyao was infinitely better.

But it was still a fire pit.

Especially since she was currently his slave.

On their wedding night, if Jun Xiaoyao decided to play some special master-slave games…

Wu Mingyue couldn't bear to think further.

Hearing Panwu Shen Zhu's words, the entire hall erupted in murmurs.

Many celestial daughters from powerful factions stared at Wu Mingyue with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Jiang Luoli grew distant, her two ponytails drooping listlessly.

"It shouldn't… be like this…" Jiang Shengyi clenched her jade hand slightly.

In her eyes, Jun Xiaoyao wasn't the kind of man to act so casually.

With his status, position, and appearance, he could have any celestial daughter he wanted—why settle for a divine dynasty's crown princess?

The more Jiang Shengyi thought, the more unpleasant it became.

Then she suddenly snapped back to herself, realizing she was jealous of Wu Mingyue.

Could that be?

She bore the Primordial Dao Body—her Dao heart was serene, unshaken by external gains or losses.

Since when had she begun experiencing such emotional fluctuations?

Just as murmurs rose from all sides,

a faint sigh suddenly echoed.

"Panwu Shen Zhu, isn't it better to pretend you didn't see? Must you force me to tear off the mask and speak plainly?"

At this voice, all chatter in the hall fell silent.

Dozens of incredulous gazes fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jiang Luoli and others regained their vitality, eyes locked on Jun Xiaoyao.

Panwu Shen Zhu's expression hardened. "Jun Xiaoyao, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled. "Do you think Wu Mingyue is worthy of me?"

These words silenced everyone in the Purple Forbidden City.

Shock!

Awe!

Stunned silence!

In the heart of the Panwu Divine Dynasty's Purple Forbidden City, before Panwu Shen Zhu's face, questioning whether the crown princess was worthy?

This was a blatant slap in the face.

Wu Mingyue's lips nearly bled from biting, her face as white as paper, devoid of all color.

Jun Xiaoyao's words were, in themselves, a humiliation to her.

"Jun Xiaoyao, do you know what you're saying?" Panwu Shen Zhu unleashed his aura, the power of a Semi-Sovereign spreading outward.

Panwu Shen Zhu was a Semi-Sovereign.

But he was clearly not the strongest in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

For an immortal lineage, even a Supreme Sovereign wasn't the strongest.

Yet unfortunately, this aura had no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao had originally intended to simply play along.

That way, everyone would be happy, and no one would have to tear off the mask.

But Panwu Shen Zhu insisted on forcing him to become Imperial Son-in-Law.

That annoyed Jun Xiaoyao.

Since Panwu Shen Zhu was scheming against him,

Jun Xiaoyao could only turn the tables and scheme against him.

Fortunately, he still had one hidden move unused.

He'd thought this pawn wouldn't be needed today.

But now, it seemed he had no choice.

"I have no interest in being Imperial Son-in-Law—but I will enter Panwu Ling!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was cold and domineering.

His words sparked a storm.

Countless people in the hall were stunned to the point of their scalps tingling.

A Return-to-Unity realm prodigy speaking this way to a Semi-Sovereign? It shattered their understanding.

And this was the title of Imperial Son-in-Law of an immortal divine dynasty—so coveted by countless prodigies, yet Jun Xiaoyao looked at it with disdain.

At this moment, many male prodigies felt sympathy for Wu Mingyue.

Meanwhile, female cultivators screamed in adoring, fervent excitement.

This was the Jun family's divine heir they admired and longed for.

The aloof prince vibe.

Not some careless, promiscuous scoundrel who chased after anyone.

"Hehe, I knew Xiaoyao brother wasn't that kind of person!" Jiang Luoli's energy returned, her fair face lighting up with a sweet, silly grin.

Jiang Shengyi also exhaled softly in relief.

But then again, if Jun Xiaoyao barely cared for Jiang Luoli, how much less would he care for Wu Mingyue?

"Jun Xiaoyao, are you here to wreck the banquet?"

Panwu Shen Zhu's eyes glinted with cold fury.

If it were any other prodigy—even from an immortal lineage—he would have crushed them without hesitation.

But Jun Xiaoyao? Panwu Shen Zhu simply couldn't bring himself to strike.

Fear!

Profound fear!

Killing Jun Xiaoyao meant instantly enraging both the Jun and Jiang families—two ancient clans.

Even the Panwu Divine Dynasty couldn't bear the consequences.