Chapter 300: A Clichéd Scene: I Didn

Jun Xiaoyao had never actively courted any woman.

Because no woman was worthy of Jun Xiaoyao's attentions.

To outsiders, Jun Xiaoyao was the cold, distant white moonlight—a being beyond reach for all women.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao had been kissed forcibly.

Though it was forced by circumstance.

Not only that, there was also a delicate, violet-colored tongue…

Hmm, impossible to describe, only to be felt.

Jun Xiaoyao's spirit trembled slightly, but he pulled away from Jiang Shengyi.

Jiang Shengyi's eyes were dazed, her hair disheveled.

Her snow-white robe was slightly rumpled.

She seemed to have transformed from a celestial fairy from the ninth heavens into a breathtakingly alluring mortal enchantress.

This shift from sacred immortal to seductive temptress was enough to drive any man mad.

Especially since Jiang Shengyi had been so forward.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao still maintained clarity of mind.

He was not immune to desire, but he knew that if he gave in now…

How would he face her once she regained her senses?

Jun Xiaoyao could be ruthless at times, but only toward enemies and pawns.

Jiang Shengyi counted as at least half-family—he naturally didn't want to betray her.

As for Jiang Shengyi's feelings, to be honest, Jun Xiaoyao had never anticipated this.

"Could it be due to the innate Dao Body and Ancient Holy Body's nature?" Jun Xiaoyao could only blame it on that.

"Xiaoyao…" Jiang Shengyi's face flushed crimson, her voice sweet and sticky, her snow-white robe half-unfastened.

Her skin was like ice, like snow—a beauty carved from jade.

This scene was truly intoxicating—not a normal man could withstand it.

"Sigh, that Luoli girl—I'll definitely give her a good spanking later." Jun Xiaoyao sighed briefly.

Even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, Jun Xiaoyao would remain unmoved.

But faced with this situation, he was utterly helpless.

Afterwards, Jun Xiaoyao suppressed his own medicinal power while also helping Jiang Shengyi suppress hers.

Fortunately, nothing went awry in the end.

As for that Luoli girl, she had already dared not return to the Heavenly Emperor's Palace out of guilt.

The drug's effects lasted a long time.

I have to admit, Jiang Xuling hadn't lied—the drug's potency was too strong even for a True God to resist.

Jun Xiaoyao could barely suppress it only because of his unique physique and the small dosage ingested.

By the time Jiang Shengyi regained partial clarity of her spiritual sense, much time had passed.

Jiang Shengyi's eyes were hazy, a dull ache throbbing in her forehead.

She gently rubbed her temples, still trying to recall what had happened, when she heard a gentle voice.

"Shengyi-jie, you're awake."

Jiang Shengyi turned her gaze—Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged, clad in white robes, calm as still water.

"Xiaoyao, how did I…?" Jiang Shengyi strained to remember.

Then fragments of memory surfaced.

She had been overly forward, offering her lips, even trying to pin Jun Xiaoyao down.

"H-how could I…?" Jiang Shengyi froze, her celestial face as pale as paper.

How could she possibly have done such a thing?

Absurd!

Utterly absurd!

"Shengyi-jie, there's been a misunderstanding…" Jun Xiaoyao didn't know how to explain.

He couldn't possibly say that Jiang Luoli had slipped drugs into the tea.

And by sheer accident, Jiang Shengyi ended up affected instead.

This plot was too clichéd—even Jun Xiaoyao didn't know how to describe it.

"Don't say any more—I heard those words…" Jiang Shengyi's neck flushed crimson, wishing she could bury her head in the ground like an ostrich.

The words she meant were those about longing, confession, and such.

Jun Xiaoyao fell silent, then nodded.

"Forget them, Xiaoyao—forget those words." Jiang Shengyi rose, preparing to leave.

Jun Xiaoyao lifted his eyes slightly and said calmly: "I still prefer the Shengyi-jie who laughed and chatted with me in the Yuan Tian Secret Repository—gentle and kind."

Jiang Shengyi halted, her crystal-clear eyes shimmering faintly with tears.

She still left.

"Sigh, this clichéd drama actually happened to me—I'd rather fight ten Long Ji Princesses than face this." Jun Xiaoyao rubbed his temples.

Of course, when it came to romantic feelings, Jun Xiaoyao was rational—he wouldn't make empty promises.

He just wanted to be a cold, emotionless cultivation machine.

Emotional entanglements would only slow his cultivation.

As for matters of the heart—he'd leave them to fate.

To be fair, Jiang Shengyi ranked among the very top in the Immortal Realm in beauty, talent, strength, and status.

Few women in the Immortal Realm could rival her.

But this incident came too suddenly, and Jun Xiaoyao didn't know how to handle it yet.

Moreover, Jiang Shengyi's status as his aunt…

Cough.

Though they shared no blood relation, it was still sensitive.

On the other side, Jiang Luoli noticed that the Heavenly Emperor's Palace seemed utterly quiet.

"Did the drug I gave my cousin have no effect—or did Xiaoyao-ge refuse to take it?" Jiang Luoli blinked her big eyes.

To be honest, she was scared.

At first, it was pure impulse.

Seeing how outstanding Jun Xiaoyao was, and how many beauties surrounded him…

Jiang Luoli felt deeply insecure.

Now that she'd calmed down, she realized she wasn't ready yet.

She didn't even fully understand what "that thing" meant.

Back in the Lower Realm, the Little Demon Fairy had mocked Jiang Luoli for never having done "that thing" with Jun Xiaoyao.

"Forget it—I'll wait until I grow a bit taller, then I'll make Xiaoyao-ge's rice into cooked porridge." Jiang Luoli comforted herself.

Several days passed.

During these days, Jun Xiaoyao summoned Jiang Luoli.

Jiang Luoli, meek and submissive, quickly confessed.

Jun Xiaoyao gave her a spanking as punishment.

But he never mentioned what had happened with Jiang Shengyi.

After all, Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli were as close as sisters—if Jiang Luoli found out…

Who knew what chaos might follow?

Something even more clichéd might happen.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Jun Xiaoyao chose not to speak of it.

That was a secret between Jun Xiaoyao and Jiang Shengyi alone.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao prepared to depart for the Jiang Clan.

To be honest, this was his first time ever visiting his maternal clan.

He was quite curious about the Jiang Clan—one of the three Ancient Holy Families.

This time, since he was visiting his maternal grandfather, Jun Xiaoyao brought no followers.

Only Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jiang Luoli, and Jiang Xuling accompanied him.

They were returning to the Jiang Clan together anyway.

Outside the Jun Clan's mountain gate, a magnificent pavilion-ship hovered in the void.

Jun Xiaoyao appeared to find Jiang Rou and the others already aboard.

Jiang Shengyi was there too.

Dressed in spotless snow-white robes, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, she stood like a celestial fairy descending to earth.

A breeze stirred her black tresses, radiating a heart-stopping beauty.

Jiang Shengyi saw Jun Xiaoyao arrive, her expression calm—as if she had forgotten everything.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing more.

Jiang Luoli, however, skipped forward with a grin and linked her arm through his: "Xiaoyao-ge, this is your first time going to the Jiang Clan, right? Is this like going back to your mother's home?"

Jun Xiaoyao tapped Jiang Luoli on the head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Shengyi turn her face away, refusing to look at Jiang Luoli's affection toward him.

Jun Xiaoyao fell silent.

He hadn't done anything at all, so why did he feel like a heartless scoundrel?