Chapter 340

"So there really is a check-in quest?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

He didn't find it surprising at all—it was exactly what he had expected.

"Young Master Jun, if you don't mind, please stay temporarily in my imperial chamber; when the Ten Kings' Banquet begins, we shall go together." Lang Huan said.

Her address had changed from "this princess" to "this servant."

This clearly showed that Jun Xiaoyao's strength had truly conquered Lang Huan.

If Jun Xiaoyao had only his looks, Lang Huan might have seen him as nothing more than a pet or a pretty face.

But Jun Xiaoyao possessed both beauty and strength in equal measure.

Lang Huan had finally conceded.

"Fine." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao accept so readily, Lang Huan's beautiful eyes flickered with a sly, triumphant smile.

"Little puppy, once you're living in this princess's chamber, how could you possibly escape my palm?" Lang Huan thought smugly.

In raw power, she was no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

But she was a woman.

To men, a woman was the deadliest weapon of all.

She didn't believe Jun Xiaoyao could resist her allure.

Right now, his refusal, in Lang Huan's view, was likely due to pride.

He didn't want to surrender so easily to her.

"All men are old perverts—I refuse to believe you're some upright gentleman," Lang Huan thought.

Once they were living together, wouldn't opportunities arise?

Lang Huan had already begun fantasizing about riding Jun Xiaoyao to her heart's content.

Beside her, Qin Xian'er watched this scene, her lovely face dimming slightly.

Yet while Qin Xian'er felt disappointment, she was also genuinely happy that Lang Huan had found a man she favored.

Outside the palace, the group of sycophants were utterly heartbroken, as if they had lost all meaning in life.

"Body like withered wood, heart like dead ashes"—that was the perfect description.

Men must never become sycophants.

While you're groveling for your goddess, she might be scheming to seduce another man.

"No, I won't accept this reality!"

"How could Princess Lang Huan possibly look at that pretty boy!"

"But just who is that pretty boy? How could he be so strong?"

Outside the palace, voices of speculation rose everywhere.

Eventually, the group of beings who had come with Jun Xiaoyao slipped up and revealed his identity.

Instantly, the news exploded like a bomb, sparking a storm of uproar.

"What? That pretty boy is the Jun family prodigy who killed the Fallen Feather Holy Son in the Yinming Realm?"

"No wonder—it makes sense now. Who else but him would dare casually kill Long Kun of the Corpse Dragon Clan?"

"But his aura… it's the deathly energy of our Burial Land beings?"

"Such energy can be transformed or mimicked—given the Jun family prodigy's abilities, he might well have a method."

As the truth surfaced, the entire capital of the Asura Demon Kingdom erupted in chaos.

All the Burial Land prodigies had never imagined that the pretty boy was the famed Jun family prodigy.

Thinking back on how they had provoked the Jun family prodigy, many Burial Land beings felt a chill of dread.

If Jun Xiaoyao chose to slaughter them, not one would survive.

Yet soon after, they realized Jun Xiaoyao had not returned.

That meant—after being taken into Lang Huan's private chamber, he had not come out.

What this implied, every being understood.

"How could things have progressed so fast?"

"No, I don't believe it—how could my goddess be taken by an outsider?"

"Shame—this is a disgrace to Burial Land men!"

Many sycophants screamed, refusing to accept this bloody reality.

They, the Burial Land prodigies, had pursued Lang Huan for so long—only for her to ignore them utterly.

Now, she favored an outsider, even willingly throwing herself at him.

The gap was too vast—they couldn't believe it.

One of the most beautiful women of the Burial Land had been taken by an outsider.

To the Burial Land prodigies, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The news spread from the Asura Demon Kingdom's capital outward.

Because Lang Huan was famed throughout the Ancient Burial Land, the rumor spread swiftly—soon, nearly everyone in all ten domains of the Burial Land knew.

In Dragon Bone Domain, atop a mountain of white bones, a man with dragon horns and a pair of pale white bony wings spread across his back wore an expression of intense hatred and coldness.

"That Jun family prodigy is asking for death—he dares kill our Corpse Dragon Clan's people!"

This man was Long Xiang, the strongest prodigy of the Corpse Dragon Clan in this generation, one of the Ten Little Kings.

Moreover, his strength ranked among the top five of the Ten Little Kings—far beyond the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

Jun Xiaoyao had killed Long Kun openly, without restraint.

This was an outright provocation and insult to the Corpse Dragon Clan.

Long Xiang's gaze was icy, his killing intent making heaven and earth tremble.

"At the Ten Kings' Banquet, I hope you show up—I'll reclaim Long Kun's debt with my own hands!" Long Xiang's aura erupted, swirling with deathly Mingqi, and faintly behind him formed the spectral outline of a colossal white-boned dragon.

Long Xiang was not the only one who received the news.

The other kings preparing to attend the banquet had also heard.

In a swamp thick with rotting death energy, a man with a human torso and a serpent's tail let out a furious, howling cry.

"How could this happen? How could Lang Huan be taken by another man? No—Lang Huan is mine!"

The serpent-tailed man clutched his head, screaming in despair.

He was a prodigy of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, named Mo Ling, one of the Ten Little Kings, and a devoted admirer of Lang Huan.

Serpents are inherently lustful; Mo Ling had worshipped Lang Huan with mad devotion, yet she had always kept her distance.

Mo Ling had planned to use the Ten Kings' Banquet to finally conquer Lang Huan and make her his woman.

Instead, someone else had taken her first.

What enraged Mo Ling most was that Lang Huan had willingly offered herself to another.

It drove him to madness—he was nearly insane.

"Jun family prodigy, I'll kill you!" Mo Ling's serpent eyes blazed with unprecedented ferocity!

Upon a purple mountain peak, a being radiated overwhelming malevolent energy.

This being had a wolf-like head, crowned with two massive gray ox horns, its body covered in black scales, from which grew crimson fur.

Behind it were nine tails, each ending in the snarling head of a ferocious beast, radiating unspeakable menace.

If Jun Xiaoyao were here, he would be startled—this being bore a striking resemblance to the ancient fiend, the Jiuyou Ao.

This Jiuyou Ao-like being was also one of the Ten Little Kings, and possessed formidable combat power.

"The flesh of the Jun family prodigy must taste delicious," the being murmured, its eyes gleaming with murderous hunger.

This creature, resembling the Jiuyou Nao, was also one of the Ten Minor Kings, and its combat power was formidable.

"The flesh and blood of the Jun family's prodigy should be quite delicious," the creature murmured, its eyes blazing with ferocity!