Chapter 141: The Shura field between two women, Jin Chi Little Peng King

It was hard to imagine that the eldest princess of an immortal dynasty would, at this moment, be lying beside Jun Xiaoyao's legs like a cat.

That appearance was like an abandoned pet.

If the Yin Yang Saint Son outside the box saw this scene, he would absolutely doubt life.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent: "Why are you here?"

Wu Mingyue's voice was weak: "Before, I heard Master was coming to the Heavenly Dao Building, so Mingyue rushed here without stopping, just to see Master once."

After Jun Xiaoyao's designs time and time again, Wu Mingyue was completely trained and formed, returning to him, loyal and devoted.

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

Except for themselves, only Jun Zhangjian knew about the relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue.

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

Hearing this, Wu Mingyue revealed a moving smile.

Being trusted by Jun Xiaoyao made her very happy.

But Jun Linglong could not be happy, her eyes filled with a hint of hostility.

She sensed a bit of a threat.

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

Although separated by a private room, Jun Xiaoyao could still understand the situation outside.

That Yin-Yang Saint Son relied on the Yin-Yang Sect and was also a Saint Son of the Saint Spirit Academy.

Previously, news came out of the Saint Spirit Academy that they did not welcome Jun Xiaoyao's arrival, and the Yin-Yang Saint Son and others were certainly fueling the flames.

Upon hearing this, Wu Mingyue felt a sweetness in her heart and thought to herself, "Is Master jealous?"

However, she immediately stated her position: "Master is overthinking it. As for that so-called Yin-Yang Saint Son, Mingyue hasn't even glanced at him once."

"Hmm," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Wu Mingyue was his plaything in the palm of his hand and still had use to him; how could he let others touch her so easily?

"By the way, Master, Mingyue has brought you over a hundred Immortal Sources; I could only collect this many." Wu Mingyue very obediently took out a spatial magic treasure, which was filled with Immortal Sources.

Even with her status as an eldest princess, it was not an easy task to collect so many Immortal Sources.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He hadn't even utilized Wu Mingyue yet, and she had already started acting as a tool for him.

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

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

Beside them, Jun Linglong felt increasingly stifled the more she watched. She stood behind Jun Xiaoyao, reached out with her jade hands, and said softly, "Young Master, let Linglong massage your shoulders."

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

"Ahem..."

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

Why did it feel like a Shura field was unfolding?

On the other side, the Martial Fighting Assembly was also about to begin.

The various heaven's pride experts were all seated steadily in the spectator stands.

And some heaven's pride experts with noble status were sitting in the VIP private rooms.

For example, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, Jin Lie.

He was tall, heroic, and martial, with a head of golden hair cascading down.

Inside his eyes were golden vertical pupils, like those of a beast, carrying a wildness and appearing very cold.

Behind him, there was also a pair of golden wings, 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, flickering with cold light.

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

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

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

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

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

When outsiders mentioned the Golden-Winged Great Peng in the future, they would say that it was the same as the Nine-Headed Lion lineage—both were just mounts.

"Hmph, that Nine-Headed Lion has truly thrown away all the face of my Ancient Wang Zu!" Jin Lie's expression was grim.

He made up his mind that later at the Heavenly Dao Tower, he must have a meeting with Jun Xiaoyao.

The face of the Ancient Wang Zu could not be lost!

"Everyone, welcome to the Martial Fighting Assembly hosted by my Myriad Treasures Chamber of Commerce. I hope you all have a fruitful experience and return with your pockets full."

An old man acting as the host walked onto the high platform and said.

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

Two slaves were driven up.

One was covered in mane, had a massive build, bulging muscles, and held a dark white bone club.

"It's actually a Barbarian." Some cultivators revealed looks of surprise.

The Barbarian race 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 also extremely powerful.

As for the other slave, his build was very withered, thin as a stick.

"It's the Wind Shadow race," an old man recognized.

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

Jun Xiaoyao took a casual glance.

On the surface, the Barbarian seemed stronger than the Wind Shadow race in every aspect.

Moreover, this Barbarian had thick skin and flesh, and his defense was strong; even if the Wind Shadow race occupied a speed advantage, it would be very difficult to cause fatal damage to the Barbarian.

Therefore, most people bet on the Barbarian.

"Ten Immortal Sources, bet on the Wind Shadow race," Jun Xiaoyao said faintly.

Jun Linglong and Wu Mingyue were both slightly startled.

Betting ten Immortal Sources at once was definitely a big move.

One careless mistake could lead to losing everything.

Of course, they didn't have any objections; Jun Xiaoyao's words were commands.

However, the result came out quickly.

In the end, that Wind Shadow race member actually activated his bloodline power, and a sharp wind blade directly pierced through the Barbarian's chest.

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

"Just a small matter."

With Jun Xiaoyao's current talent, not to mention insight into all things, he was still able to investigate the talents of these people.

In the end, that Wind Shadow race member was bought by a heaven's pride expert from a major power.

Generally speaking, strong slaves would always have buyers.

Either as servants or as death soldiers.

However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't think much of slaves like the Wind Shadow race.

Let alone as followers, even buying one to guard the house seemed redundant.

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

Ancient Myriad Clans, including the Human race, Demon race slaves, etc., were all there.

And Jun Xiaoyao, unsurprisingly, won every bet.

The final one hundred and fifty Immortal Sources turned into four hundred.

Of course, this was also due to the indulgence of the Myriad Treasures Chamber of Commerce.

Otherwise, if he won every single bet, the Myriad Treasures Chamber of Commerce wouldn't want to suffer such a heavy loss.

"It seems the Myriad Treasures Chamber of Commerce is quite sensible and didn't stop me from continuing to bet," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Next, the host's expression became serious, and he spoke.

"Everyone, next is the final duel of this Martial Fighting Assembly."

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

The iron cages were even engraved with sealing runes around them.

But even so, waves of powerful fluctuations were still emanating from within the iron cages.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze suddenly froze as he looked at one of the iron cages.