Chapter 339: New Sign-In Location: The Burial Realm

Jun Xiaoyao came here to have Lang Huan take him to the Ten Kings Banquet and learn more about the Burial Realm.

He never once considered having anything inappropriate with Lang Huan.

Lang Huan was beautiful, yes, but in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she was merely decent—nothing more.

Jun Xiaoyao's standards were even higher than Lang Huan's; no lickspittle from these Burial Lands could compare.

Hearing this, even if Lang Huan had favored Jun Xiaoyao, a cold expression flickered across her face.

She was the Ninth Princess of the Demon Kingdom, towering above all.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao was the Divine Son of the Ancient Jun Clan, could he simply demand she become his maid?

"Young Master Jun, you've gone too far. I've even offered myself to you as a pillow companion, yet you remain utterly clueless to romance," Lang Huan said.

"So what if I'm clueless?" Jun Xiaoyao replied calmly.

"Then I'll have to take you by force!" Lang Huan spoke, then struck again.

If soft tactics failed, she'd resort to force.

She would forcibly pin Jun Xiaoyao down!

"You're going to rape me?" Even Jun Xiaoyao was slightly stunned.

Are boys really in such danger outside?

Lang Huan activated the Asura Devil Scripture; asura demonic energy surged forth, forming a demonic shadow that crushed toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Though Jun Xiaoyao's strength had been spoken of as miraculous in the Burial Lands, undefeated,

Lang Huan was no easy target either—at least, the Fallen Feather Sacred Son would be easily defeated by her.

Lang Huan ranked second among the Ten Little Kings, just below the ancient dominant body, Chu Tianba of the Mingwangdian.

Seeing Lang Huan strike, Jun Xiaoyao moved as well.

For a woman who centered herself on everything, the only thing to do was knock some sense into her.

Jun Xiaoyao made no flashy moves—he simply slammed one hand downward, divine power surging, blood qi shocking the world.

Lang Huan's technique, upon contact with his magic power immunity, dissolved once more.

And Jun Xiaoyao's hand was already pressing down upon Lang Huan.

Lang Huan twisted her slender body, pushing her divine flame realm's peak cultivation to its limit.

"Asura Devil Scripture: Ten Thousand Spirits Cry Together!"

As the national supreme scripture of the Asura Demon Kingdom, the Asura Devil Scripture's power was undeniable; once unleashed, it was as if the gates of hell had opened, and countless demonic shadows and vengeful spirits surged forth.

Had this palace not been inscribed with array seals beneath its floor, this single move alone would have leveled a hundred li in every direction.

Yet Lang Huan's assault was as fragile as paper before Jun Xiaoyao—ripped apart at a touch.

Lang Huan's technique was shattered by Jun Xiaoyao's single hand, then his hand seized her long, elegant neck.

"You..." Lang Huan's face twisted in shock, her mind unable to process it.

In one move, Jun Xiaoyao had subdued her.

Though Lang Huan hadn't unleashed her true bottom card, this technique alone was enough to defeat the other few Kings.

Yet against Jun Xiaoyao, it posed not the slightest threat.

At that moment, a feminine cry echoed from outside the hall.

"Release the Princess immediately!"

The newcomer was Qin Xian'er.

Seeing her princess choked by Jun Xiaoyao, her mind went numb.

Without hesitation or delay, Qin Xian'er charged forward.

Jun Xiaoyao stomped one foot, sending a wave of magic power rippling outward.

With a thud, Qin Xian'er spat blood and flew backward.

"Xian'er, don't interfere!" Lang Huan said.

If she couldn't match Jun Xiaoyao, how could Qin Xian'er possibly win?

Though this was the capital of the Asura Demon Kingdom,

within this deep palace, only Qin Xian'er could enter besides herself.

No one else ever approached Lang Huan's chambers.

Thus, the palace guards outside knew nothing of what transpired inside.

Yet Lang Huan did not send word to summon the Asura Demon Kingdom's powerful figures to rescue her.

Because she knew she still had value to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao would not kill her.

"Young Master Jun, you're so strong—you've even made me hurt," Lang Huan cooed sweetly.

"Do you think I won't act because I'm in the Asura Demon Kingdom's palace?"

As if seeing through Lang Huan's thoughts, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Though his smile was strikingly handsome, to Lang Huan it resembled a devil's grin.

She, who always planned meticulously and excelled at reading minds, found herself uncertain whether he spoke truth or jest.

"Young Master Jun, could you please release me? I won't act rashly anymore," Lang Huan finally yielded.

Because she truly feared he might harm her.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao was a man without restraint.

He had killed the Fallen Feather Sacred Son without hesitation.

And just now, he had directly slain the skeletal dragon Long Kun.

If it were Lang Huan, she would have hesitated before killing Long Kun—the skeletal dragon clan's depth rivaled that of the Asura Demon Kingdom.

Jun Xiaoyao released his grip and spoke: "Have you heard of the Nine Wonders Reincarnation Immortal Herb?"

Hearing this, Lang Huan arched her delicate brows: "Young Master Jun, did you enter the Burial Lands to seek this top-tier immortal herb?"

"Yes. Don't ask about anything else—I only want to know where it can be found," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Lang Huan pondered a moment, then replied: "The Nine Wonders Reincarnation Immortal Herb is exceedingly rare even in the Ten Burial Realms; when one occasionally appears, powerful figures immediately claim it."

Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly, yet still asked: "Have you forgotten one place?"

"Where?" Lang Huan asked.

"The Burial Realm!" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze sharpened.

A flicker of light passed through Lang Huan's beautiful eyes.

This Jun Xiaoyao was indeed after the Burial Realm's opening.

"Young Master Jun, the Burial Realm is the opportunity of all Burial Lands beings. If you enter, you'll surely provoke the resentment of the other Kings."

With Jun Xiaoyao's strength, if he entered the Burial Realm, what chance would others have?

Lang Huan's words made Jun Xiaoyao laugh.

"What do I care about others' resentment? I'll crush them all when the time comes," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Though he entered the Ancient Burial Lands alone, he stood behind two ancient Huanggu clans.

Moreover, the Jun Clan had once caused great upheaval in the Burial Lands.

Jun Xiaoyao believed the Burial Lands' powerful figures dared not bully him.

Of course, if they truly provoked him, he was unafraid.

He had not only the life-saving items given by the Eighteen Ancestors, but also numerous protective artifacts from Jiang Daoxu.

Jun Xiaoyao indeed had this confidence.

Lang Huan didn't know what else to say—right now, accepting seemed her only option.

What she feared was not only Jun Xiaoyao himself, but also the power behind him.

Moreover, she had heard rumors that someone from the Jun Clan had stirred within the Burial Realm.

With such background and power, Lang Huan had no desire to become his enemy.

Besides, Jun Xiaoyao suited her tastes perfectly.

"Very well. Lang Huan agrees to accompany Young Master Jun to the Ten Kings Banquet. But in return, how will you repay this princess?" Lang Huan fixed her fiery gaze on Jun Xiaoyao.

That look was as if she wanted to swallow Jun Xiaoyao whole.

To some extent, Lang Huan truly did wish to swallow certain parts of Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing Lang Huan agree, Jun Xiaoyao temporarily eased his hostility.

Whether or not to take Lang Huan as a maid was of little consequence to Jun Xiaoyao.

At that moment, a voice echoed in Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. A new sign-in location has refreshed. Please sign in at the Burial Realm!"