Chapter 214

Jun Xiaoyao knew nothing of these events in the Immortal Realm.

Even if he had known, he would have merely laughed it off.

Born into a family that shielded its own, he believed the Fallen God Palace would not dare harm him.

At least not openly.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've caused a great disaster—we've already sent word back. Even the Jun Clan cannot ignore the Fallen God Palace's wrath," said a black-robed Saint, his voice cold and hoarse.

"How dare you speak another word of disrespect to the Young Master!"

The Elder of Dongxuan, Gu Yuan, felt cold fury surging in his eyes.

Especially Gu Yuan—Jun Xiaoyao had confronted the Fallen God Heir for the sake of the Battle Demon Palace.

He would not allow anyone to speak disrespectfully of Jun Xiaoyao.

Just as the two black-robed Saints were about to say more,

they received another message.

Upon learning the message, their faces froze instantly.

The message was only one brief sentence.

Do not provoke the Jun Clan's Divine Heir for now!

This left both black-robed Saints stunned.

It was Jun Xiaoyao who caused the Fallen God Heir's demise.

How could they now be forbidden from provoking Jun Xiaoyao?

Seeing the micro-expressions of the two black-robed Saints, Jun Xiaoyao anticipated their reaction and sneered.

"So, you intend to drag this out with me?"

Upon hearing this, both black-robed Saints looked as if they'd swallowed a fly.

They weren't fools.

From this message alone, they realized the Fallen God Palace feared the Jun Clan and had backed down.

Just moments ago, they had claimed the Fallen God Palace would make Jun Xiaoyao pay.

Now, it was the Fallen God Palace that had cowered first.

The two Saints' cheeks burned as if they'd been slapped a hundred times.

They no longer lingered, turning and slinking away in shame.

Watching the two Saints vanish instantly, all the Immortal Realm prodigies were stunned.

Where was the promised revenge?

Why did they flee with their tails between their legs?

Watching this, Yan Qingying felt even greater admiration for Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's background must be even more formidable than she had imagined.

Serving such a master was not disgrace—it was an honor.

"Enough. The matter is settled. Prepare to rebuild the Battle Demon Palace," Jun Xiaoyao said, waving his hand.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan and the Battle Demon Palace Master were overwhelmed with excitement.

"Thank you, Young Master!" Both bowed deeply.

They believed that with Jun Xiaoyao's lingering influence, the rebuilt Battle Demon Palace would flourish even more.

The Battle Demon Palace would once again become the dominant power of the Senluo Continent!

In the following days, Jun Xiaoyao remained on the Senluo Continent, taking a brief respite.

Under the leadership of Gu Yuan, the seventh-generation Palace Master, the Battle Demon Palace's cultivators launched campaigns across the land.

They fully absorbed the foundations of the Three Great Sects and conquered numerous other forces.

Many other factions, drawn by reputation, came seeking to join the Battle Demon Palace.

The Battle Demon Palace chose a vast territory at the center of the Senluo Continent as its new base.

The entire Battle Demon Palace radiated prosperity.

It was clear that, before long, a true dominant power would emerge on the Senluo Continent.

Jun Xiaoyao also gained much on the Senluo Continent.

He obtained the Senluo Continent's primordial essence and the Supreme Art: Devouring God Demon Art.

He also gained a follower with boundless potential: a rebellious girl.

In potential, Yan Qingying was no weaker than Yi Yu.

But Yi Yu had been born into an ancient imperial clan, so his cultivation base and vision far surpassed those of Yan Qingying, a prodigy from the lower realm.

Yet given Yan Qingying time,

with her Devouring God Demon Art and her unique physique capable of absorbing any type of energy,

she would surely grow into a supremely powerful Dark Queen.

Jun Xiaoyao had confidence in his ability to judge talent.

Inside a newly built pavilion of the Battle Demon Palace, steam rose thickly.

Knowing Jun Xiaoyao's fondness for hot springs, Gu Yuan had ordered a hot spring pool built—even though Jun Xiaoyao might stay only a few days.

Now, the one attending to Jun Xiaoyao was not Su Ziqiong, but Yan Qingying.

Su Ziqiong's servant duties had first been taken by Nalan Ruoxi, and now by Yan Qingying.

This left Su Ziqiong gloomy; without seeing Jun Xiaoyao's flawless body, she struggled to imagine him when she did certain things at night.

In the hot spring pool, Jun Xiaoyao sat with eyes closed, resting.

Yan Qingying used her delicate hands to massage his shoulders.

Defeating the Fallen God Heir had been easy for Jun Xiaoyao, so he needed no adjustment—he simply wished to relax.

A faint blush tinged Yan Qingying's face, pale as frost and soft as congealed fat.

Though her personality had been tainted by the Devouring God Demon Art, bringing dark, cold emotions,

all of it vanished before Jun Xiaoyao.

Only before him did she shed her coldness and become a gentle woman.

"Qingying, you've fully digested the Fallen God Heir's power, haven't you?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Yes, all thanks to you, Young Master—for avenging me and elevating my strength," Yan Qingying replied softly.

"Good. In the future, I'll have you devour other prodigies—your strength will advance rapidly," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yan Qingying hesitated slightly, then spoke in a quiet tone: "Young Master, the Devouring God Demon Art offends Heaven and Earth. The Demon Ancestor who created it was ultimately hunted and slain by all. What if…?"

This was the only thing Yan Qingying feared.

The Devouring God Demon Art defied cosmic harmony.

If she truly followed Jun Xiaoyao back to the Immortal Realm, and her identity as its heir brought him trouble, that was not what she wished to see.

"So that's what you're worried about," Jun Xiaoyao shook his head and chuckled.

Indeed, the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor had been infamous in the Immortal Realm—a pariah.

But so what?

The Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor had been gravely wounded and fled to the lower realm because he was alone, with no backing.

And because he recklessly provoked others using the Devouring God Demon Art, who else deserved to die?

But Yan Qingying is different—she has Jun Xiaoyao behind her. Who dares criticize her as a disciple of this art?

"You're such a foolish girl…" Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

Yan Qingying lowered her head, cheeks flushed.

If anyone else had called her that, she would have killed them.

But when Jun Xiaoyao said it, she felt only shy warmth, as if he were tenderly indulging her.

"Don't worry—I'll stand by you."

"Who in the Immortal Realm dares speak ill of you as a disciple of the Devouring God Demon Art? I'll exterminate their entire clan and turn them all into your nourishment!" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

He had inherited the Jun Clan's habit of shielding their own.

Since Yan Qingying sincerely followed him, Jun Xiaoyao would not betray her.

"Young Master…" Yan Qingying's heart trembled, deeply moved.

Jun Xiaoyao had done so much for her.

With a master who treated her so sincerely, what reason did she have not to devote herself utterly?