Chapter 341: Lang Huan Likes Him? She

The events in the capital of the Asura Demon Kingdom spread like wildfire throughout the Ancient Burial Land.

Jun Xiaoyao not only displeased some of the Ten Young Kings, but also stirred deep resentment among many denizens of the Burial Land.

Beautiful women in the Ancient Burial Land are already scarce; when you count them up, there are only a few cabbages left.

And now Jun Xiaoyao has plucked one.

This left every denizen of the Burial Land fuming with anger.

"That Jun family prodigy will surely attend the Ten Kings' Feast—just wait and see how he makes a fool of himself!"

"Exactly! We may not be able to handle him, but someone among the Ten Young Kings surely can!"

"That's right—Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, Jiuyou Ao, and others are all far stronger than the Fallen Feather Sacred Son, not to mention the ancient dominant body of the Mingwangdian."

"Even if that Jun family prodigy is strong, can he sweep clean all the prodigies across all ten domains of the Burial Land?"

Jun Xiaoyao's strength is indeed formidable—they know this, and perhaps he could even defeat several more among the Ten Young Kings.

But to claim he could sweep away every prodigy? That's pure fantasy; no one would believe it.

A group of Burial Land denizens began eagerly awaiting the day the Ten Kings' Feast would begin.

Jun Xiaoyao, at the very center of the storm, shut out all external noise and remained in Lang Huan's private chambers, utterly at ease.

And Lang Huan indeed had not given up; she constantly preened and flaunted her charm before Jun Xiaoyao.

Sometimes she went even further, walking back and forth before Jun Xiaoyao wearing only a snug undergarment.

Her snow-white shoulders and glistening long legs swayed constantly before Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Undeniably, Lang Huan's allure was immense; any other man would have been utterly unable to resist.

Who could withstand this?

But Jun Xiaoyao could.

Not because he was cold-hearted, but because he had seen too many beautiful women—he had built up sufficient immunity.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's serene, meditative demeanor, even Lang Huan couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and irritation, and she spoke up: "Young Master Jun, are you even a man? Could there be something wrong with you?"

Jun Xiaoyao's expression hardened.

Was this a provocation?

"My length and breadth exceed your imagination," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

"Then prove it—let this servant witness it," Lang Huan's eyes gleamed with seductive light.

She could sense the vigorous bloodline energy within Jun Xiaoyao.

Holding out for three days and three nights? That might even be an underestimate.

Three months might be possible.

"To give myself away so casually to any woman would make me look cheap," Jun Xiaoyao replied dismissively.

He was no stud—studs were beneath him.

This was precisely why, even now, Jun Xiaoyao remained a virgin.

He was not a man any woman could easily claim.

"Hmph…" Lang Huan ground her silver teeth, both humiliated and helpless.

She had practically offered herself to him, yet he still failed to take the hint.

After being rebuffed, Lang Huan finally showed some sense and ceased her futile efforts.

As time passed, the day of the Ten Kings' Feast drew near.

In Lang Huan's private chambers, a steaming bath pool.

Jun Xiaoyao, bare-chested, reclined in the water, his expression serene and content.

Behind him, Qin Xian'er, dressed in white, wiped his back.

This was, of course, Lang Huan's instruction—to serve Jun Xiaoyao well.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's blissful expression, Qin Xian'er shook her head slightly.

He likely had no idea that the outside world had erupted into chaos because of him.

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, Jiuyou Ao, and other young elites had all declared they would crush Jun Xiaoyao at the Ten Kings' Feast.

With the Ten Kings' Feast imminent, Jun Xiaoyao remained so leisurely—it left Qin Xian'er utterly baffled.

"I think you should avoid attending the Ten Kings' Feast," Qin Xian'er said, wiping his back.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent.

"The Corpse Dragon Clan, the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, Jiuyou Ao, and others will surely target you—you cannot possibly handle all the Kings," Qin Xian'er said.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing. His capabilities were beyond Qin Xian'er's understanding.

Still, he replied: "Why do you care whether I face danger?"

Qin Xian'er paused, then said: "I fear you'll drag Princess Lang Huan into trouble and implicate her."

"You care deeply about Lang Huan?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze grew thoughtful.

Qin Xian'er's cheeks flushed red, and she fell silent.

After a long while, she spoke softly: "I can tell—the Princess truly likes you. She's never met anyone she's so fond of before."

"If you're in danger at the Ten Kings' Feast, she won't stand idly by."

Hearing Qin Xian'er's words, Jun Xiaoyao chuckled and shook his head: "Does Lang Huan like me? She's just hungry for my body."

Many people confuse liking with wanting someone's body.

"It's the same thing," Qin Xian'er said, her tone tinged with quiet sorrow.

"Don't worry—I won't stay long in the Burial Land," Jun Xiaoyao said.

After attending the Ten Kings' Feast, Jun Xiaoyao planned to seek out the Nine Marvelous Reincarnation Immortal Grass in the Burial Realm and learn more about events from over a decade ago.

Soon after, Jun Xiaoyao would depart.

After all, the Immortal Ancient World was about to open, and Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of falling behind.

Jun Xiaoyao's words eased Qin Xian'er slightly.

She knew he had noticed her special feelings for Lang Huan—that was why he offered such reassurance.

Gazing at Jun Xiaoyao's handsome, closed-eyed profile, even Qin Xian'er felt her heart skip a beat.

She understood now why Lang Huan had taken to Jun Xiaoyao.

Had she not already fallen for Lang Huan, she might have been moved by Jun Xiaoyao too.

About seven or eight days passed.

The day of the Ten Kings' Feast finally arrived.

That day, above the palace of the Asura Demon Kingdom, a lavishly opulent tower-ship hovered in the air.

It was Lang Huan's personal vessel.

Outside, countless beings watched, all wondering what relationship now existed between Jun Xiaoyao and Lang Huan.

Was Jun Xiaoyao still merely Lang Huan's Sacred Guard?

Three figures stepped out from the inner palace, ascending into the air.

Leading them was Jun Xiaoyao, walking ahead; while Lang Huan, once the center of all attention, followed beside him like a maid.

Her gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao carried a faint, feminine pout, as if she were a neglected wife.

Like a wife scorned by her husband.

Seeing this, the remaining hopeful admirers present all felt their hearts bleed with despair.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind and stepped directly into the tower-ship.

Lang Huan and Qin Xian'er followed closely behind.

The tower-ship soared toward the venue of the Ten Kings' Feast.

Watching the distant vessel, numerous Burial Land male prodigies pounded their chests and roared curses.

"That Jun family prodigy dares to attend the Ten Kings' Feast so brazenly—he won't end well."

"Exactly! Let's hurry—see how the other Kings will teach him a lesson!"

"Right! I won't be satisfied until I see that Jun family prodigy humiliated!"

A crowd shouted and followed after them.

It was easy to imagine—this year's Ten Kings' Feast would be the most lively ever.

And also the most unpredictable.