Chapter 338

As one of the most beautiful women in the Ancient Burial Land, Lang Huan had high standards.

Therefore, she looked down on every male being in the Burial Land.

But this white-robed youth, even by Lang Huan's exacting and critical gaze, showed not a single flaw.

Worse still, he gave Lang Huan a sense of inferiority.

As if she herself was unworthy of him.

This feeling was entirely new to Lang Huan.

Lang Huan's gaze was predatory, as if she meant to devour Jun Xiaoyao.

"Little puppy, do you want to be my Sacred Guard?" Lang Huan's voice was alluring; her pink tongue lightly licked her crimson lips.

"Say that again?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

"Hehe, this isn't an insult—it's praise," Lang Huan smiled, her beautiful eyes sparkling, yet with a hint of deep thought beneath.

"I already said—I'm not here to become a Sacred Guard. I'm here to take on maidservants." Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

"You want me to be your maidservant? Fine—if you can defeat me… in bed."

Such blunt words left all the Burial Land beings around them stunned.

Many of Lang Huan's admirers looked bitter, their faces dark as if they'd swallowed excrement.

Though they had no relationship with Lang Huan, seeing their goddess say this made them feel as if they'd been betrayed.

"Hmph…" Jun Xiaoyao let out a dry laugh, saying nothing.

Lang Huan was beautiful.

But Jun Xiaoyao had seen too many beauties.

With his status and position in the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm, a mere gesture would draw thousands of peerless beauties and imperial princesses to offer themselves as his bedmates.

One Lang Huan meant nothing to him.

Yet the faint aura she revealed did catch Jun Xiaoyao's attention slightly.

Her aura was also at the peak of Divine Flame Realm, nearly bordering the Void Spirit Realm.

"This Sacred Guard selection is over. I only need you. Come with me," Lang Huan said, her voice seductive and intoxicating.

She turned and walked toward the Deep Palace.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled calmly and followed, without a trace of hesitation.

Originally, five Sacred Guards were to be selected.

But now, Lang Huan wanted only Jun Xiaoyao—all others were discarded.

"No, tell me this isn't real!"

"How could Princess Lang Huan choose another man!"

Many male prodigies cried out in heartbroken wails.

This development was too fast—she'd already taken him straight to her private chambers.

"Impressive…" the youth with horns swallowed hard.

Suddenly, a being beside him shuddered as if struck by a revelation: "Impossible… could he really be…?"

"What do you mean?" the horned youth asked.

"Don't you remember? When we talked about the death of the Fallen Feather Sacred Son—he claimed he killed him. We thought it was a joke. But now…"

At these words, the beings who had come with Jun Xiaoyao froze, trembling as if struck by lightning.

"You mean… the Young Master is that Jun family prodigy?" The horned youth's scalp prickled.

They'd thought it was a joke—but now, combined with Jun Xiaoyao's demeanor…

There was no doubt—he was the ruthless one who had slain the Fallen Feather Sacred Son, leaving the entire Fallen Feather Clan too terrified to speak.

Realizing this, these beings stood frozen, their hearts unable to settle for a long time.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao followed Lang Huan into a deep palace.

Around it were numerous arrays and prohibitions—no outsider could enter.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the palace—it was clearly Lang Huan's private bedchamber.

Lang Huan walked straight in; Jun Xiaoyao entered without hesitation.

Yet the moment he stepped inside, Lang Huan suddenly turned and attacked him.

Her peak Divine Flame Realm power erupted; her jade hand swept forward, unleashing crimson Asura demonic energy.

As the ninth princess of the Asura Demon Kingdom, her cultivation technique was the Supreme Law: Asura Demon Scripture.

This single strike revealed Lang Huan's extraordinary cultivation.

She stood among the top tier even compared to prodigies of the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm.

Yet facing Lang Huan's attack, Jun Xiaoyao didn't even move a finger.

The Asura demonic energy, capable of shredding ordinary Divine Flame Realm prodigies, vanished instantly upon nearing Jun Xiaoyao—as if it had never existed.

Lang Huan's eyes flickered with surprise, yet not much shock.

"So it is you, Young Master Jun…" Lang Huan's fair face bloomed with a seductive smile.

She had suspected it already.

But the deathly aura clinging to him puzzled her—that's why she tested him now.

This test confirmed the rumors.

Jun Xiaoyao possessed a unique ability to nullify magic power—not absolute immunity, but astonishing enough.

"No need to test me. I am Jun Xiaoyao," Jun Xiaoyao said plainly, no longer bothering to conceal it.

"Hmm, I thought the rumors were exaggerated. Now I see—Young Master Jun is even more powerful and more handsome than imagined," Lang Huan's eyes gleamed brightly.

In strength, Jun Xiaoyao had never lost a battle in the Burial Land.

In appearance, he was peerless even in the Immortal Realms, let alone here in the Burial Land.

In background, even powerful factions like the Fallen Feather Clan—nearly equal to the Asura Demon Kingdom—had bowed before him in submission.

Lang Huan could not help but be moved.

Moreover, his appearance perfectly matched her tastes.

Tall and perfectly proportioned, without explosive muscles, yet radiating an aura of flawless harmony.

His skin glowed like celestial jade, shimmering with radiant light—so exquisite it made even Lang Huan, a woman, envious.

"Young Master Jun, I want you. No need to be my Sacred Guard—be my man, how about it?" Lang Huan spoke bluntly.

After waiting so long, she'd finally found such a handsome little puppy—she wouldn't let him slip away.

Besides, her status: the Asura Demon Kingdom's depth rivaled that of immortal clans; she was a princess of an immortal clan, ruling the Ancient Burial Land with absolute authority.

Her status and position were certainly not low.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression didn't change at her words.

"Lang Huan, I think you've misunderstood something," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Oh? Young Master Jun, are you unwilling? I don't think I'm lacking, do I?" Lang Huan was surprised.

Ordinary men who chased after her couldn't even get her to glance their way.

Now that she'd taken the initiative, he was reluctant.

She was fair-skinned, beautiful, with long legs—a seductress, and skilled in bed—what wasn't attractive?

"I came to take maidservants, not women," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.