Chapter 2200: Yin Yurong

Regarding the Jian Clan's matter, it also spread throughout the entire Eastern Heaven Realm in a very short time.

No one thought that the Jian Clan could have a backer like Jun Xiaoyao.

They sighed one after another that the Yin Clan had hit an iron plate this time.

Let alone demanding an explanation, even their own genius Yin Haoyu died miserably.

Even the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion's Young Minister appearing didn't have any effect.

But many people were happy to see this, carrying a gloating look.

"Don't you think so, little sister Luoli?"

An Ran said, looking at Jiang Luoli, blinking her beautiful eyes... (Text omitted for brevity as per instructions).

Regardless, clashing with the Young Master of the Yun Clan was never a good thing.

"Li Xianyao was speechless for a moment."

An Ran then said to Jun Xiaoyao, "Young Master Yun Xiao, I still remember the favor of the gift of the Ageless Flower last time."

Jun Xiaoyao also smiled indifferently and said, "This is not the place to talk. If you don't mind, how about we find a quiet place for a drink?"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, An Ran's beautiful eyes lit up.

"That sounds good."

Or rather, this was exactly what she wanted.

"An Ran, this is a bit..."

Li Xianyao stopped mid-sentence.

"Hey, Sister Xianyao, given Young Master Yun Xiao's discerning eye, there aren't many women he would take the initiative to invite. Seize the opportunity!"

An Ran said, holding Li Xianyao's jade hand.

Seeing this, the various cultivators in the distance also had eyes turning red.

It was a red of envy.

Li Xianyao, needless to say, was the number one beauty in the World within a World.

Her appearance and strength were on par, and her status was even more extraordinary.

And An Ran, although Li Xianyao was a pearl of great price before her.

She was also absolutely a peerless beauty.

Moreover, compared to Li Xianyao's ethereal, otherworldly nature.

An Ran had a more charming, approachable beauty, like a combination of a fairy and a temptress.

These two beauties were hard to see even once, and it was an honor just to exchange a word with them.

Jun Xiaoyao could invite two peerless beauties for a drink with just a casual remark.

How enviable this was.

It was enough to make people jealous to the point of collapse.

However, jealousy was jealousy.

Given Jun Xiaoyao's conditions, many people felt this was actually quite normal.

"Hey, don't be jealous. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not being born into a good family."

"A level like Young Master Yun Xiao's is no longer something you can reach just by being born well."

"But the Yin Clan is truly miserable this time. I'm afraid the Yin Clan will have to keep a low profile for a while."

The Yin Clan's quest for justice ended in a situation that no one had expected.

Deep within the Jian Clan, in a quiet and spiritual place.

The mountain peaks were beautiful, with clear springs and waterfalls.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a pavilion.

Three figures were sitting there: Jun Xiaoyao, An Ran, and Li Xianyao.

And at this moment, Li Xianyao still had not removed the veil from her face.

In fact, she still felt a bit dazed right now.

Yin Yurong had called her to hold the fort for the Yin Clan.

As a result, she was now sitting at the same table as the enemy.

And this "enemy."

Was not only the Young Master of the Yun Clan.

But also the man of her dreams.

Just ask if this is dreamy enough?

"Sister Xianyao, you don't need to wear your veil now, right?" An Ran said.

Hearing this, Li Xianyao gave a soft hum, raised her jade hand, and took off the veil on her face.

Her peerless beauty needed no description.

If she had removed her veil in the outside world just now, who knows how many men would have had their souls leave their bodies.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze also froze.

But not just because of Li Xianyao's beauty.

Her beauty had some similarities to Dongfang Aoyue's.

But more importantly.

Among the reincarnations of Jiang Shengyi's soul that Jun Xiaoyao had come into contact with.

Li Xianyao was the one whose temperament most closely matched Jiang Shengyi's.

The same white clothes as pure snow.

The same transcendence, ethereal and otherworldly.

Like the clear halo of a new moon, like a jade tree piled with snow.

This feeling made Jun Xiaoyao's eyes slightly dazed.

It was as if the person sitting in front of him was not Li Xianyao, but Jiang Shengyi.

At the same time, Li Xianyao's eyes also met Jun Xiaoyao's gaze.

That look was the same as the man in her dreams.

Gentle, profound, and filled with affection.

It was as if it were some kind of silent vow and promise.

And An Ran, on the side, looked at Jun Xiaoyao, then at Li Xianyao.

Why did she feel that she shouldn't be sitting here, but rather under the table?

"Ahem... you two."

An Ran gave a dry cough, wondering if she was a bit redundant here.

Why did she feel like a giant lightbulb?

Li Xianyao came back to her senses, lowered her eyes slightly, and did not look at Jun Xiaoyao again.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled indifferently and said, "The Young Commander of the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion, Miss Xianyao, lives up to her reputation."

"Young Master Yun Xiao, I have long heard of you. Now it seems that you are even more outstanding than I imagined."

Both sides exchanged polite remarks.

But each had their own thoughts in their hearts.