Chapter 141: The Arena Between Two Women, Jin Chixiaopeng

It was unimaginable that a princess of an immortal divine dynasty should now be crouching at Jun Xiaoyao's side like a cat.

She looked exactly like a discarded pet.

If the Yin-Yang Holy Son outside the private booth saw this, he would doubt his own life.

Jun Xiaoyao spoke with a calm expression: "Why are you here?"

Wu Mingyue's voice was weak: "When I heard the Master was coming to Tian Dao Tower, I rushed here without pause, just to see you once."

After Jun Xiaoyao's repeated manipulations, Wu Mingyue had been thoroughly tamed, her heart fully devoted to him, loyal and unwavering.

"Master, how could she?" Jun Linglong said, equally surprised, her beautiful eyes slightly widened.

Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue's relationship was known only to themselves and Jun Zhangjian.

"It's a long story, but Mingyue is someone I can trust," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Hearing this, Wu Mingyue revealed a charming smile.

Being trusted by Jun Xiaoyao made her deeply happy.

But Jun Linglong could not feel joy—her eyes held a faint hint of hostility.

She sensed a threat.

"That Yin-Yang Holy Son outside seems to have feelings for you," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

Though separated by the booth, Jun Xiaoyao still understood what was happening outside.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son was backed by the Yin-Yang Sect and was also the Holy Son of the Sacred Spirit Academy.

Earlier, the Sacred Spirit Academy had announced they did not welcome Jun Xiaoyao's arrival—certainly with the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others stoking the flames.

Wu Mingyue's heart warmed at this; she thought: "Is the Master jealous?"

Yet she immediately declared: "Master, you worry too much—I haven't even glanced at that Yin-Yang Holy Son."

"Hmm." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Wu Mingyue was his plaything, still useful to him—he wouldn't let anyone else lay a hand on her.

"By the way, Master, I've brought you over a hundred Immortal Sources—I could only gather this much," Wu Mingyue said obediently, producing a space magic treasure filled with Immortal Sources.

Even as a princess, gathering this many Immortal Sources was no easy feat.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He hadn't even begun to use Wu Mingyue, yet she had already become his tool herself.

"Good, thank you," Jun Xiaoyao said, taking the Immortal Sources and idly stroking Wu Mingyue's soft, dark hair.

Wu Mingyue half-closed her beautiful eyes, her heart sweetly fluttering.

Beside her, Jun Linglong felt increasingly suffocated; she stepped behind Jun Xiaoyao and extended her jade hand gently: "Master, let Linglong massage your shoulders."

Wu Mingyue, still resting by his leg, said: "Master, let Mingyue pound your legs."

"Cough…"

Even Jun Xiaoyao paused for a moment, then pretended not to notice.

Why did this feel like a harem showdown?

…

Meanwhile, the Combat Arena was preparing to begin.

All the prodigies sat calmly in the stands.

Some noble prodigies sat in VIP booths.

For example, Jin Chixiaopeng, Jin Lie.

He was tall and imposing, radiating heroic might, his golden hair cascading down his back.

His eyes held golden vertical pupils, like those of a beast—wild and cold.

Behind him stretched a pair of golden wings, each feather as sharp as a golden divine sword.

"This time, I'll gather powerful followers—and Jun Xiaoyao too…" Jin Lie's eyes narrowed, glinting coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao's subjugation of the Nine-Headed Lion as his mount had deeply annoyed Jin Lie.

The reason was simple: when people mentioned top ancient royal clans, they immediately thought of the Nine-Headed Lion and the Golden-Winged Great Peng.

These two races were always mentioned together—mention one, and the other inevitably followed.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao rode the Nine-Headed Lion, and the Golden-Winged Great Peng was its equal.

Didn't that make the Golden-Winged Great Peng seem like mere mount material?

Soon, when people mentioned the Golden-Winged Great Peng, they'd say: "That's just another mount, like the Nine-Headed Lion."

"Hmph! That Nine-Headed Lion has shamed our ancient royal clans!" Jin Lie's expression darkened.

He resolved: at Tian Dao Tower, he would confront Jun Xiaoyao.

The honor of the ancient royal clans could not be lost!

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Combat Arena hosted by my Ten Thousand Treasures Society—may you all profit greatly and return with full pockets."

An old host stepped onto the stage.

He wasted no time, quickly moving to the main event.

Two slaves were driven onto the arena.

One was covered in thick bristles, massive in build, muscles bulging, wielding a bone club of pale, eerie white.

"A Man Clan member?" some cultivators exclaimed in surprise.

The Man Clan was a vast ethnic group with many branches.

High-level Man Clan members could even cultivate special Man Patterns, drawing power from heaven and earth.

This Man Clan member, though not high-level, was still extremely powerful.

The other slave was emaciated, skin stretched tight over bones.

"A Wind Shadow Clan member," an elder recognized.

"Alright, place your bets," the host said.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced casually.

The Man Clan member clearly outclassed the Wind Shadow Clan member in every aspect.

Moreover, the Man Clan member had thick skin and strong defense; even with speed advantage, the Wind Shadow Clan member would find it nearly impossible to land a fatal blow.

Thus, most bettors wagered on the Man Clan member.

"Ten Immortal Sources on the Wind Shadow Clan," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

Jun Linglong and Wu Mingyue both blinked in surprise.

Betting ten Immortal Sources at once was a massive move.

One misstep, and all capital would be lost.

Still, they offered no objection—Jun Xiaoyao's words were orders.

The result came quickly.

The Wind Shadow Clan member ultimately activated his bloodline power—a sharp wind blade pierced straight through the Man Clan member's chest.

"Master is truly extraordinary—your insight is unmatched!" Wu Mingyue worshipped.

"Just a small thing."

With Jun Xiaoyao's current talent, he couldn't perceive all things—but discerning the talents of these slaves was still easy.

In the end, the Wind Shadow Clan member was purchased by a prodigy from a major power.

Generally, powerful slaves were always sought after.

Either as servants or as death warriors.

But Jun Xiaoyao found even this Wind Shadow Clan member beneath his notice.

Not even as a follower—he wouldn't even bother buying one to guard his estate.

Next, more slaves were brought up one after another.

Ancient myriad clans, including human and beast slaves, all appeared.

Unsurprisingly, Jun Xiaoyao predicted every winner.

His initial one hundred fifty Immortal Sources became four hundred.

Of course, this was partly because the Ten Thousand Treasures Society allowed it.

Otherwise, if he kept winning every round, the society wouldn't tolerate such heavy losses.

"It seems the Ten Thousand Treasures Society is quite sensible—they didn't stop me from betting further," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Next, the host's expression turned solemn as he spoke:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of this Combat Arena is about to begin."

As he spoke, two iron cages covered with cloth were pushed onto the stage.

Sealed runes were carved around the cages.

Yet even so, powerful waves radiated from within.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze suddenly sharpened, fixing on one of the cages.