Chapter 3360: The Aftermath of the Burial Ground

Several hundred thousand li away from the Burial Ground stood an ancient, desolate city.

Previously, after news of the Burial Ground spread, the various heroes had gathered here to assemble.

Yet who could have imagined that they would encounter such a blood-soaked calamity within the Burial Ground?

Now, fewer than one in ten were able to return to this city.

At this moment, inside the city, some cultivators were resting and healing their wounds, still shaken and lingering in fear.

Jun Xiaoyao and Su Jinli were also staying here temporarily.

There was also the little girl from the Cloud Clan, Yun Duo, who had come specifically to thank Jun Xiaoyao.

If not for Jun Xiaoyao's kind reminder, she feared she would have encountered great danger as well.

"If Young Master Jun has time in the future, you can come find me at the Cloud Clan, yo. Yun Duo will definitely treat you well," Yun Duo said with a radiant smile.

"If there is an opportunity, certainly," Jun Xiaoyao replied with a faint smile.

He likely would not lack opportunities to visit the Cloud Clan.

Additionally, Su Jinli felt slightly displeased in her heart.

The reason was simple: the Sword Clan's Sword Fairy, Qiu Muyu, was also staying in this city.

And she was using her own weak, wounded state as an excuse to stay by Jun Xiaoyao's side.

With a woman's intuition, Su Jinli knew that Qiu Muyu's intentions were likely not as simple as they seemed.

Whatever healing she needed was merely an excuse.

In reality, she just wanted to stay by Jun Xiaoyao's side and deepen her relationship with him.

And Jun Xiaoyao, for his part, did not refuse.

Because to him, Qiu Muyu also had utility value; she was a chess piece to be used against Zhao Beixuan.

If Qiu Muyu needed healing, he would help her tend to her injuries.

Not long after, Qiu Muyu found Jun Xiaoyao again.

Her face was extremely beautiful, her dark hair like ink, her features exquisite and flawless, like a clear and ethereal white lotus.

At this moment, perhaps because of her injuries, her slightly pale, moving face gave off an even greater sense of fragility that made one want to protect her.

"Young Master Jun, Muyu..."

Because of her injuries, Qiu Muyu's face was tinged with a hint of paleness. Looking at Jun Xiaoyao, her clear eyes held a sense of pitiful fragility.

"Understood," Jun Xiaoyao said.

He took Qiu Muyu into a hall to help her sort out and tend to the injuries within her body.

This caused Su Jinli, who was watching from the side, to grit her teeth in secret.

In truth, she was not a woman prone to jealousy.

Previously, Su Jinli had been able to get along well with Mu Changxi and Jiang Yunran, who were by Jun Xiaoyao's side, and their relationships were quite good.

But Qiu Muyu's behavior of flirting with a man was somewhat too deliberate.

Intentionally using her injuries as an excuse to gain Jun Xiaoyao's attention—it was the typical behavior of a "white lotus."

She really couldn't stand it.

But she also knew that Jun Xiaoyao was not someone who would be easily swayed by beauty.

Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao's lack of refusal likely meant he had his own ideas.

Su Jinli did not openly say anything.

On the other side.

In the void, a man with an upright posture and extraordinary bearing arrived on a flying sword.

It was none other than Zhao Beixuan, who had rushed over.

He had learned that those who escaped from the Burial Ground had all gathered in this ancient city.

Thus, he had come here first.

Zhao Beixuan's aura was extraordinary and highly eye-catching. The moment he descended upon the ancient city, he attracted gazes from all directions.

"Isn't that Xukong Xukong Jianzi Zhao Beixuan? He actually came?"

"Could it be that he came for the Sword Fairy?"

Many cultivators were stunned upon seeing Zhao Beixuan.

And then, a hint of playfulness appeared in their eyes.

That feeling was as if they were looking forward to a good show.

"Who among you knows where the Sword Fairy is?" Zhao Beixuan asked in a loud voice.

A cultivator who loved to watch the chaos pointed the way and spoke.

"Xukong Xukong Jianzi Beixuan, that Sword Fairy is not in any life-threatening danger; she is only injured."

Upon hearing this, the tension in Zhao Beixuan's heart eased slightly.

As long as Qiu Muyu was fine, that was all that mattered.

But immediately after, the next sentence made Zhao Beixuan feel as if he had been struck by lightning; his body shook, and the expression on his face froze.

"Right now, that Sword Fairy is with the Heavenly Decree Immortal Dynasty's Jun Xiaoyao," the cultivator added, twisting the knife.

"What did you say?"

Sharp sword light erupted from Zhao Beixuan's eyes, and his terrifying pressure caused those around him to suffocate.

"This is indeed the truth. We saw it with our own eyes. If Xukong Xukong Jianzi Beixuan doesn't believe it, you can go see for yourself."

Intimidated by Zhao Beixuan's aura, the cultivator spoke hurriedly.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Beixuan did not believe it at all, finding it absurd.

Because he and Qiu Muyu were childhood sweethearts, and he knew what kind of personality she had.

He also knew that Qiu Muyu had long ago secretly given her heart to him.

After he suffered a crushing defeat at Jun Xiaoyao's hands, Qiu Muyu had always been there to comfort him.

How could such a woman betray him and be with his opponent?

Zhao Beixuan's figure instantly turned into a streak of sword light and sped away.

Seeing this, the crowd shook their heads secretly.

"Zhao Beixuan still cannot recognize reality. Only the strong have the priority to choose their partners," someone sighed.

Although Zhao Beixuan was a high-and-mighty existence compared to them,

in front of Jun Xiaoyao, he clearly didn't measure up at all.

"How could Muyu do such a thing?"

Zhao Beixuan absolutely would not believe it.

But for some reason, there was a faint sense of unease in the depths of his heart.

Finally, he arrived at a pavilion in the center of the ancient city.

Almost instantly, he sensed two auras.

Both were people he was familiar with.

One was his childhood sweetheart, and the other was his enemy!

Zhao Beixuan could not believe it, and his figure slipped inside.

At a single glance, he saw the scene inside the hall.

Qiu Muyu was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

And behind her, Jun Xiaoyao was also sitting cross-legged.

His palm was pressed against Qiu Muyu's jade back, helping her tend to her injuries.

This scene was like a knife, stabbing into Zhao Beixuan's pupils.

It made him unable to believe or understand such a sight!

Jun Xiaoyao glanced over with a calm gaze.

Long before Zhao Beixuan entered the city, Jun Xiaoyao had already sensed him, so he was not surprised.

"Muyu, what is the meaning of this?!"

Zhao Beixuan was furious and couldn't help but ask.

He felt his heart trembling violently, as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

Seeing Zhao Beixuan, Qiu Muyu's expression remained calm as she continued.

"I encountered a crisis in the Burial Ground and was almost surrounded and killed by the divine thoughts within."

"It was Young Master Jun who acted righteously and saved me."

"And he is also willing to help me tend to my injuries. Is there a problem with that?"

Qiu Muyu's tone was calm, and she showed no signs of panic due to Zhao Beixuan's arrival.

"But... he is..."

Zhao Beixuan's eyes were bloodshot like a beast's as he stared fixedly at Jun Xiaoyao.

Did Qiu Muyu not know that Jun Xiaoyao was his greatest enemy?

Yet now, why was Qiu Muyu mixing with his enemy?

And what made him unable to accept it was:

Jun Xiaoyao's hand was still pressed against Qiu Muyu's jade back.

One had to know, even though he and Qiu Muyu were childhood sweethearts who practiced sword arts together,

they had always maintained respect and never crossed the line.

Zhao Beixuan had originally planned to wait until his cultivation was successful before breaking that layer of window paper with Qiu Muyu and taking things further.

As a result, he hadn't even touched a finger of Qiu Muyu yet,

and Jun Xiaoyao had already touched her body?

Who could accept this?

Zhao Beixuan felt that his head was greener than a vast grassland!