Chapter 333

For these few days, Jun Xiaoyao remained in Baiwang City.

The Cang sisters also served Jun Xiaoyao with great care, bringing tea and water with meticulous attention.

During these days, the Cang family patriarch also dispatched powerful clan members to the territories of the three major factions, thoroughly plundering their lands and resources.

After learning of Jun Xiaoyao's background, the Cang family patriarch believed the Fallen Feather Clan might harbor some caution toward the Jun Clan.

But several days later, news spread that the Fallen Feather Clan had sent a delegation, led by a Semi-Supreme, heading toward Baiwang City.

This news once again made Baiwang City the center of attention.

The Cang family patriarch and others were all anxious and uneasy.

Although Jun Xiaoyao's background was terrifying, it was still uncertain whether the Fallen Feather Clan had lost its reason and intended to strike at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao himself, however, remained utterly calm, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Fallen Feather Clan's delegation.

Less than half a day later, the terrifying aura of a Semi-Supreme came from afar in the sky.

The Fallen Feather Clan's delegation arrived.

Within Baiwang City, all living beings erupted in shock; that pressure could easily crush the entire city into dust.

"Is the Jun Clan's Divine Son present?"

The Fallen Feather Clan's Semi-Supreme spoke, expressionless, revealing no emotion.

Hearing this tone, all living beings in Baiwang City felt surprised.

It didn't feel like they had come to demand retribution?

Jun Xiaoyao stepped out from the Cang residence, his expression calm.

Facing a Semi-Supreme, his face showed not a trace of reverence or respect; his eyes even carried a faint cold sneer.

Jun Xiaoyao's tone made the Fallen Feather Clan's Semi-Supreme twitch his eyelid, forcing out a stiff smile.

"How could that be? Our Fallen Feather Clan offended the Divine Son—it was our fault. How would we dare strike at the Divine Son?"

Upon hearing this, Baiwang City fell into dead silence.

Many burial land beings thought they had misheard; their minds seemed frozen, unable to process it.

But something even more shocking was yet to come.

The Fallen Feather Clan's Semi-Supreme took out a space magic treasure, forcing a smile: "To express our apology, this is a small token from our Fallen Feather Clan. We hope the Divine Son will accept it."

As he spoke, the Semi-Supreme feared offending Jun Xiaoyao and deliberately revealed the contents inside.

Inside were countless precious elixirs, holy herbs, and numerous divine weapons and magic treasures—rare treasures all.

Even some burial land specialties, such as obsidian crystals and Five Elements Loam, were included.

The Fallen Feather Clan didn't come to cause trouble—they came to apologize and offered such heavy compensation.

This made the burial land beings present feel as if they were hallucinating: Was this still the tyrannical Fallen Feather Clan?

Even the Cang family's living beings were stunned, completely unprepared for how events unfolded.

"I underestimated the awe-inspiring power of the Ancient Jun Clan," the Cang family patriarch thought, deeply shaken.

At the same time, he was grateful—Cang Clan had bet correctly this time!

Jun Xiaoyao accepted the space magic treasure; apart from the obsidian crystals and Five Elements Loam, which he found interesting, the rest held no appeal for him.

Still, the Fallen Feather Clan showed some sense—they weren't all fools; some among them were clever.

"That's enough," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

He had a mission in the burial lands and had no interest in getting entangled with the Fallen Feather Clan.

"Thank you, Divine Son, for your magnanimity. We shall not disturb you further."

Upon receiving Jun Xiaoyao's reply, the Fallen Feather Clan's Semi-Supreme exhaled in relief.

If Jun Xiaoyao had refused to let it go, he wouldn't have known how to respond.

The entire Fallen Feather Clan delegation departed immediately.

The burial land beings in Baiwang City remained frozen in place, as if turned to stone.

"Take these for yourselves. With my connection, the Fallen Feather Clan won't harass you."

Jun Xiaoyao kept only the obsidian crystals and Five Elements Loam, giving the rest to the Cang family.

"The Cang Clan pledges eternal loyalty to you, Young Master!" The Cang family patriarch suddenly knelt.

All other Cang family living beings knelt as well.

The Cang sisters bowed deeply too.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, said nothing, nodded slightly, yet his gaze held hidden meaning as he looked toward the depths of the Cang residence.

"This Cang family elder ancestor is indeed a shrewd one," Jun Xiaoyao murmured with a light smile.

But that was fine—he now had a pawn within the burial lands.

The matter in the Yinming Domain was fully settled.

Jun Xiaoyao did not delay; he set off immediately, preparing to leave the Yinming Domain.

The Cang sisters naturally felt reluctant, but they could only suppress their sorrow and tearfully bid him farewell.

The disturbances Jun Xiaoyao had stirred in the Yinming Domain spread beyond its borders, reaching the other nine regions.

…

The Xiu Luo Domain, in terms of prosperity, ranked among the top three of the ten burial domains.

It was far from the remote backwater that was the Yinming Domain.

Like the Fallen Feather Clan in the Yinming Domain, the Xiu Luo Domain was ruled by a single dominant force: the Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom.

The Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom was the emperor of the Xiu Luo Domain.

And its ruler, the Xiu Luo Burial Emperor, was also the domain's lord.

Of course, the most renowned and striking figure in the Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom was not the Xiu Luo Burial Emperor.

It was the kingdom's ninth princess, Lang Huan.

Princess Lang Huan's strength, needless to say, ranked second among the Ten Young Kings.

But that wasn't the main point—the main point was her extraordinary beauty, making her one of the most beautiful women in the ancient burial lands.

As is well known, in the unique environment of the burial lands, most burial land beings were grotesque and deformed.

That was precisely why Princess Lang Huan of the Demon Kingdom enjoyed such immense popularity.

At this moment, within the Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom's imperial palace, in an opulent hall.

A woman in her early twenties, clad in a purple gown, lounged lazily upon her bed.

Her purple hair gleamed like polished jade; her figure was tall and strikingly curvaceous.

Though dressed in a purple gown, her waist was exposed, revealing a smooth, snow-white, translucent abdomen.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful: perfect features, eyes like black jewels, arched dark brows, and lips vividly red and alluring.

Such a mesmerizing, enchanting beauty—whether in the ancient burial lands or across the entire Huang Tian Immortal Realm—would rank among the greatest beauties, drawing countless male prodigies to kneel at her feet.

This woman was none other than the Demon Kingdom's ninth princess, Lang Huan.

Before Lang Huan's bed knelt a white-robed woman, her black hair like ink, her face delicate and stunningly beautiful.

Her overall appearance and aura were nearly equal to Lang Huan's.

"Xian'er, what news has arrived?" Lang Huan glanced at the white-robed woman and asked.

The white-robed woman was her personal attendant, Qin Xian'er, whose cultivation was nearly on par with some of the Ten Young Kings.

But given that Lang Huan herself ranked second among the Ten Young Kings, having such a follower was not unusual.

"Your Highness, news has come from the Yinming Domain—the Fallen Feather Holy Son is dead." Qin Xian'er said.

"Oh? The Fallen Feather Holy Son is dead?" Lang Huan's long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, showing surprise.

To her, the Fallen Feather Holy Son was insignificant, yet he was still one of the Ten Young Kings—how could he perish so easily?

"Moreover, the Fallen Feather Clan dared not pursue vengeance; they even sent a Semi-Supreme to apologize and offer compensation." Qin Xian'er continued.

"And this too?" Lang Huan was astonished again.

As the Demon Kingdom's ninth princess, she didn't care much for the Fallen Feather Clan, but she had to admit their strength and depth rivaled that of the Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom.

Yet some force had made the Fallen Feather Clan submit.

Could it have been the ancient body of the Yin King's Sect that killed the Fallen Feather Holy Son?

Lang Huan wondered.

Qin Xian'er hadn't finished: "Most importantly, the one who killed the Fallen Feather Holy Son is said to be an outsider from the human realm—and he was alone."

"What?!"

Hearing this, even Lang Huan could not help rising from her bed, her expression filled with extreme astonishment.