Chapter 312: Tenderness Before Departure, the Knee Pillow Treatment, Setting Off for the Ancient Burial Land!

"Saint Yi, please come in," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Outside the imperial chamber, Jiang Shengyi entered.

She wore the same usual snow-white robe, her face as ethereally beautiful as ever.

Her dark brows curved gently, her eyes like autumn waters, her lips vivid red, her teeth gleaming like pearls.

Her slender, flawless body exuded divine grace, her pure white form tall and elegant, like a snow lotus standing alone beyond the world.

Her innate Dao Body added three parts ethereal mystery, three parts spiritual sensitivity, three parts transcendence, and one part untouched by worldly dust.

Such a woman was rare in this world.

Even Jun Xiaoyao, a straight man who rarely cared for women, could not help but marvel.

Jiang Shengyi was indeed one of the world's rarest beauties.

But thinking of their complicated relationship, Jun Xiaoyao felt a headache coming on.

"Xiaoyao, I..." Jiang Shengyi opened her lips, about to speak.

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand. "Saint Yi, if you're here to thank me, there's no need—we don't need to be so formal with each other."

Hearing this, Jiang Shengyi fell silent.

She truly wanted to thank Jun Xiaoyao for all he'd done for her.

Even to the extremely dangerous place known as the Ancient Burial Land, he was willing to venture.

All of it began simply to prevent her from marrying the Wang Clan's Young Emperor.

Thinking that her own situation had plunged Jun Xiaoyao into danger, Jiang Shengyi was filled with guilt.

She wished it were herself who would go to the Ancient Burial Land.

"Saint Yi, is there anything else?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Xiaoyao, when are you leaving?" Jiang Shengyi asked.

"Tomorrow," Jun Xiaoyao said.

The three thousand spiritual sources had already been fully refined; there was no point in delaying further.

Besides, the Immortal Ancient World's opening was near—he didn't want the Ancient Burial Land affair to cause him to miss its opportunities.

"So soon... Xiaoyao, I heard you like bathing?" Jiang Shengyi suddenly asked.

"Mm," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

"Inside my cultivation cave, there's a ten-thousand-year spiritual spring. I'm usually the only one who uses it—if you don't mind, let me take you there."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes brightened.

A little relaxation before departure wouldn't hurt.

But that was Jiang Shengyi's private hot spring... somehow awkward...

A faint blush, barely noticeable, appeared on Jiang Shengyi's snowy cheeks as she whispered softly, "Xiaoyao, let me bathe you this time."

"This..." Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.

Having a goddess-like aunt serve him... seemed inappropriate.

He wanted to refuse, but felt that would be too hypocritical.

Men should be a little more honest.

In the end, Jiang Shengyi led Jun Xiaoyao to her cultivation chamber.

Indeed, a spring lay within, its spiritual energy swirling, steam rising thickly.

Jun Xiaoyao undressed his upper body and sank into the spring, feeling boundless comfort.

He turned his head and saw Jiang Shengyi had removed her outer robe.

She wore only her undergarments.

They faintly outlined a hazy, exquisite silhouette.

Her jade hands pressed against his shoulders, massaging him.

Jun Xiaoyao happily accepted the service.

He noticed the spiritual spring carried a faint fragrance.

Upon closer sniffing, he realized it matched Jiang Shengyi's natural body scent—fresh, light, and elegant.

Nothing improper occurred between them.

A quiet warmth flowed silently between them.

Long after, Jun Xiaoyao fell asleep.

Jiang Shengyi knelt on the ground, placing Jun Xiaoyao's head upon her thighs.

Her jade fingers traced the contours of his sleeping face.

He was asleep.

Yet his brows remained slightly furrowed.

Seeing this, Jiang Shengyi felt an inexplicable pang of pity.

The world only knew Jun Xiaoyao as invincible, crushing all before him.

No one knew how great his inner pressure was, how heavy his burdens.

"Xiaoyao, thank you..."

Jiang Shengyi leaned down, her crimson lips brushing his forehead like a dragonfly's touch.

This kiss held no ulterior motive.

Long after, Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes to find Jiang Shengyi gazing at his face.

His head rested upon her soft thighs.

"This... a knee pillow?" Jun Xiaoyao blinked in surprise.

In both his past and present lives, this was the first time he'd received such a royal treatment.

Jiang Shengyi averted her gaze, cheeks faintly flushed.

She'd been too absorbed watching his handsome sleeping face.

Though Jiang Shengyi wasn't like Jiang Luoli, a true beauty addict.

But who wouldn't want to look longer at a beautiful face?

"Xiaoyao, you're awake," Jiang Shengyi said softly.

"Thank you, Saint Yi," Jun Xiaoyao rose.

His nature wasn't one to cling to tenderness.

But this care truly felt comforting.

At least Jiang Luoli's temperament was nothing like this gentle.

If Jiang Luoli was a playful, cute little girl,

Jiang Shengyi was a gentle, nurturing older sister—their personalities were utterly different.

"You really won't let me go with you?" Jiang Shengyi still wished to accompany him.

"No need, Saint Yi—don't you trust me?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled politely declining.

"Xiaoyao, I'll wait for you to return," Jiang Shengyi whispered.

"Mm," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Jiang Shengyi's face flushed slightly, as if recalling something, her voice barely audible: "When you return, I'll let you do something even more comfortable."

"Something more comfortable?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with odd suspicion.

That remark had... meaning.

The tender night ended.

The next day, Jun Xiaoyao departed from the Jiang Clan, watched by Jiang Daoxu, Jiang Rou, and a host of Jiang family members.

He boarded a flying vessel, crossing the void.

Jun Xiaoyao sensed numerous hidden eyes tracking him.

"Hmph... all of you just want to watch the show?" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled in a cold sneer.

The Jiang Clan should have fully sealed the news of his journey to the Ancient Burial Land.

The Jiangs wouldn't casually leak it.

Yet the news still leaked, spreading wildly across the Vast Heaven Immortal Realm.

Clearly, someone was stoking the flames from the shadows.

If Jun Xiaoyao met with misfortune, the entire Immortal Realm would know immediately.

"The Jiang Clan wouldn't leak it—could it be Hua Yuanshu?"

After much thought, Jun Xiaoyao could only suspect Hua Yuanshu.

Perhaps he'd secretly revealed the information.

And for this news to spread so rapidly, Hua Yuanshu clearly had powerful backing.

As for which faction, Jun Xiaoyao had already guessed it with near certainty.

"The Wang Clan dares to plant spies inside the Jiang Clan? Once I return from the Ancient Burial Land, I'll exterminate Hua Yuanshu." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes glinted with cold light.

Killing Hua Yuanshu now wasn't the right time.

Besides, he was still Jiang Chuhan's betrothed.

Without proof, killing him rashly would be unjustifiable—he'd find endless excuses.

Later, when Hua Yuanshu slips up, I'll exterminate him outright.

I might as well extort a sum from the Wang Clan, making them bleed.

But that's all talk for later.

Right now, Jun Xiaoyao needs only to focus on the Ten-Thousand-Year Burial Land and seek the Nine-Miracle Reincarnation Immortal Grass.

"Let this Divine Son see what mysteries the Ten-Thousand-Year Burial Land holds."

Jun Xiaoyao stood atop the wind, gazing into the distance.