Chapter 125: Those Who Play Tactics Have Dirty Hearts—Wu Mingyue

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

If Wu Mingyue saw this scene, she would likely find it unbearable.

After all, Xiao Chen was, in Wu Mingyue's eyes, a resilient, upwardly driven, sunny youth.

Yet that sunny youth was now committing demonic acts.

This was equivalent to shattering Wu Mingyue's beautiful illusions.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about Wu Mingyue's feelings.

He intended to shatter her illusions—otherwise, how could he control her?

When Wu Mingyue's heart was left empty, Jun Xiaoyao's figure would naturally be deeply etched into her soul.

"Am I being too cruel?" Jun Xiaoyao stroked his chin.

It's true—those who play tactics have dirty hearts.

Because he had already planted a slave seal within Wu Mingyue's divine palace.

Thus, with a mere thought, Jun Xiaoyao could summon Wu Mingyue to come.

Not long after, Wu Mingyue arrived at the courtyard where Jun Xiaoyao stood.

She wore her usual brocade dress, her figure tall and slender, her bosom full, her waist delicate, her hips rounded and lifted.

Her beauty needed no elaboration—her eyes like clear water, her brows like painted scrolls, her skin like congealed fat.

The faint threads of sorrow now knotted in her eyebrows added an even more heartrending, pitiable charm.

No man who saw Wu Mingyue could remain unmoved.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao was the exception.

His eyes held a hint of amusement as he said coolly, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Why?" Wu Mingyue frowned, confused.

"Look for yourself," Jun Xiaoyao tossed her a jade slip.

Scenes unfolded before Wu Mingyue's eyes.

"What is this…" Wu Mingyue's voice had barely left her lips when she saw, within the vision, Xiao Chen—his face drenched in blood, grotesque as a demon.

Her breath seemed to stop instantly.

Her mind went utterly blank.

Her entire delicate frame froze rigid, as if each part had turned to stone.

Her beautiful eyes widened slowly with terror, her face paling instantly to the color of paper.

It was a face so familiar, yet so alien.

So much so that Wu Mingyue remained stunned for a long while.

Jun Xiaoyao merely watched, his heart utterly still.

"This… what is this? Jun Xiaoyao, why are you deceiving me with this?" Wu Mingyue's face turned ashen, as if painted with lacquer.

She had even forgotten to call him Master, addressing him by his name.

This revealed the depth of her inner chaos and panic.

How could that man possibly be Xiao Chen?!

Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind. He smiled faintly. "I wouldn't deceive you over a mere wager."

"No… you must be lying. How could this man be Xiao Chen?"

"He would never slaughter the innocent—only the guilty!"

Wu Mingyue screamed in disbelief, veins standing out on her porcelain neck.

"The guilty? Were those innocent villagers guilty? Were those children guilty?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

Wu Mingyue still refused to believe.

Jun Xiaoyao had anticipated this. He rose. "If you don't believe it, then go see for yourself."

Jun Xiaoyao had earlier instructed Jun Zhangjian to send him the location.

Fortunately, Xiao Chen hadn't traveled far.

He had simply slaughtered his way here.

The Nine-Headed Lion leapt forward. Jun Xiaoyao cradled Wu Mingyue's delicate form as they both stepped onto its back.

It kicked its hind legs, crossing the heavens at blinding speed.

The Nine-Headed Lion's ancestors had been mounts—its travel speed was naturally swift.

…

At this moment, on the edge of Panwu Daozhou, in a small mountain village.

A massacre was nearing its end.

Xiao Chen, drenched in blood, stepped before the last remaining elderly, weak, women, and children.

In his hands, he held several jade vials.

Each vial was filled with the essence-blood of young boys and girls.

After leaving the imperial capital, Xiao Chen had traveled onward, slaughtering every mountain village he encountered that lacked strong guardians.

Thus, he had already gathered a considerable amount of essence-blood.

"Just over a hundred more essence-bloods needed. Once I collect them all, I can free that ancient monster—and have her kill Jun Xiaoyao!"

"With the ancient monster's power, she'll surely kill Jun Xiaoyao. Ha! I'll watch him die before my eyes—I'll carve him into eight pieces, peel his skin, and rip out his tendons!"

Xiao Chen's robes were soaked in blood, his hair wild, his face twisted, monstrous.

Where was the once-fair, handsome youth? No one would doubt he had crawled out of hell.

"Xiao Chen, you… ah…"

The Azure Dragon Elder was speechless, unsure what to say.

If Xiao Chen's enemy weren't Jun Xiaoyao, there might still have been hope—with his aid.

But unfortunately, Xiao Chen had chosen to provoke an enemy he could never handle.

"Perhaps… that ancient monster is Xiao Chen's last hope," the Azure Dragon Elder sighed inwardly.

He would never assassinate Jun Xiaoyao for Xiao Chen's sake.

Youming Tian was a bloody example.

Even his soul as a quasi-Immortal was no match for a single meal from the Jun family.

Moreover, the Azure Dragon Kingdom had already fallen—Xiao Chen, the nation's destiny child, was now useless.

The Azure Dragon Elder remained with Xiao Chen only out of old ties.

He planned to defect to the ancient monster of the Ancestral Dragon Nest afterward.

The Azure Dragon Elder cultivated the Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Art—technically, he had ties to the Azure Dragon lineage of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Meanwhile, at a distance, Jun Zhangjian observed in secret.

He had faintly sensed a powerful spiritual fluctuation emanating from Xiao Chen.

Thus, he kept his distance, watching from afar.

At that moment, golden light suddenly flared in the distant sky.

The majestic Nine-Headed Lion soared through the air.

Upon its back stood two figures: Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue.

Jun Xiaoyao instantly spotted the blood-soaked village.

Xiao Chen stood before the defenseless elderly and children, preparing to strike.

Beside him, Wu Mingyue trembled violently, her pupils shaking.

"Xiao Chen… it's really you!" Wu Mingyue clapped her jade hand over her crimson lips, unable to believe it.

Hearing her voice, Xiao Chen snapped back to reality and saw Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue standing atop the Nine-Headed Lion.

"Damn it! How did Jun Xiaoyao find me here?" Xiao Chen's face twisted in fury.

Was even his last hope slipping away?

"Xiao Chen, answer me—none of this is your doing!" Wu Mingyue screamed.

Xiao Chen's blood-smeared face was cold, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion.

"Wu Mingyue, you bitch—you came here with Jun Xiaoyao? To watch him humiliate me?"

Seeing Wu Mingyue arrive, Xiao Chen's hatred burned hotter.

Because Wu Mingyue stood beside Jun Xiaoyao—like a pair made by heaven.

And what of Xiao Chen?

A worm in the mud. A filthy executioner.

Who could bear such a contrast?

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Wu Mingyue's face turned deathly pale—her beautiful illusions shattered into fragments.

Jun Xiaoyao had not lied to her.

This was Xiao Chen's true face!

A selfish, hypocritical, deceitful villain!