Chapter 392: Miss, You

Jun Xiaoyao cast his gaze forward.

There, in a valley not far ahead, a woman in a pink dress with six fox tails paced in endless circles.

No matter how she tried, she could not escape the valley.

"Is that truly a Tianhu clan's heavenly maiden? What is she doing?" Lei Mingyuan wondered inwardly, preparing to approach and investigate.

Lei Mingyuan's spiritual sense was far inferior to Jun Xiaoyao's.

So he felt no danger.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with unusual interest.

Just as Lei Mingyuan was about to step into the valley, Jun Xiaoyao spoke: "Wait…"

"Divine Son, what is it?" Lei Mingyuan asked, puzzled.

"If you take one more step, you'll be just like her." Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

"Could this be…" Lei Mingyuan, not foolish, immediately realized.

"Correct. This valley is a labyrinth array. Didn't you notice she hasn't even sensed our arrival? She's already trapped deep within it." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"So that's how it is." Lei Mingyuan instinctively stepped back two paces, a chill of dread running through him.

For a prodigy like him, one misstep could easily lead him into such a trap.

Then, he'd be beyond help—no heaven would answer, no earth would hear.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced coldly at Bai Meier, trapped in the labyrinth.

At this moment, Bai Meier's pale, delicate face was etched with utter despair.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained unmoved, showing no pity.

He had no connection to this Tianhu heavenly maiden; there was no reason to help her.

"Let's go." Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve, preparing to leave.

Lei Mingyuan nodded, muttering under his breath: "How did a Tianhu heavenly maiden end up here? Why hasn't Long Ao come to save her?"

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly halted. "What do you mean by that?"

Lei Mingyuan replied: "Divine Son, don't you know the relationship between Bai Meier and Long Ao?"

"I'm not well-informed." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"This Tianhu heavenly maiden once became trapped in a secret realm's deadly array. Long Ao rescued her. Since then, Bai Meier has adored and worshipped Long Ao to an obsessive degree—many know this story." Lei Mingyuan said.

"So there's that." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with subtle interest.

Slowly, a thought, a plan, began forming in his mind.

Using others as pawns was standard practice for Jun Xiaoyao.

This Bai Meier might make a useful pawn.

"We should save her." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Huh?" Lei Mingyuan froze, his mind full of questions.

He'd been with Jun Xiaoyao for some time—he knew well that Jun Xiaoyao was no benevolent soul.

Not taking advantage of her plight was already generous; why would he save her?

It was as if the sun rose in the west.

Of course, Lei Mingyuan said nothing. Jun Xiaoyao's actions were none of his to judge.

"This labyrinth array is ancient, but broken. If you find its weak point, breaking it from outside isn't difficult."

Jun Xiaoyao rose into the air, scanning for the breakthrough.

With his vast Primordial Spirit power, a single sweep was enough to locate the flaw.

In moments, Jun Xiaoyao found it.

He raised his hand, magic power surging, ready to shatter the array.

Inside the valley's labyrinth.

Bai Meier had given up struggling; she lay slumped on the ground.

Her once-luminous peach-blossom eyes had lost all light, dull and hollow, brimming with despair.

"Why, Ao-tian? I loved you so much… why won't you come save me?"

Bai Meier covered her face with her jade hands.

Unknowingly, a seed of darkness and negativity took root in her heart.

Nothing is sadder than a dead heart.

Being abandoned felt unbearable.

Just as Bai Meier's despair reached its peak, as she nearly surrendered to death—

BOOM!

The entire surrounding realm trembled.

From the dim sky above, a resonant vibration echoed.

Bai Meier lifted her face. Her eyes, filled with despair moments ago, suddenly trembled.

"Someone's come to save me—it must be Ao-tian!"

Her pale, despairing face instantly glowed with renewed radiance.

Her dull peach-blossom eyes shimmered with unprecedented brilliance.

It had happened before—when she was at her lowest, Long Ao appeared like a destined savior, rescuing her from despair.

Since then, Bai Meier had fallen hopelessly in love with Long Ao.

This time, it would be the same.

"Ao-tian, I knew you'd never abandon me!" Bai Meier's heart swelled with emotion.

BOOM!

With a violent explosion, the dim sky split open.

The labyrinth array cracked wide.

At the opening, boundless light surged, and within it, a tall figure stood.

Bai Meier was overjoyed, her face flushed with excitement, tears glistening faintly in her eyes.

"Ao-tian…"

Bai Meier stepped forward, leapt into the air, and flung herself toward the radiant figure.

To her, this figure was her savior, the one she loved most!

She stretched her jade arms, embracing the figure, burying her face against his chest.

The scent of the man was pleasant—fresh, clean, filling her with profound comfort.

"Ao-tian, I'll never leave you again…"

Bai Meier pressed her face against his chest, clinging with deep affection.

A gentle, refined voice spoke.

"Miss, you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?"

The voice froze Bai Meier in her bliss.

Not Long Ao's voice.

Bai Meier snapped her head up, finally seeing the face before her.

The sight stunned her—she nearly stopped breathing.

For the man's face was even more handsome than Long Ao's.

"How can such a face exist in this world?" Bai Meier murmured involuntarily.

Tianhu women were inherently beauty-obsessed, devoted to appearances.

Bai Meier had fallen irrevocably for Long Ao not only because he saved her.

Much of it was because Long Ao was stunningly handsome.

Had a short, ugly, poor man saved her, the story would've been different.

If a handsome man saves you, you say you'll give yourself to him.

If an ugly man saves you, you say you'll repay him as his servant in your next life.

The unspoken meaning: you won't touch him in this one.

In short—it's brutally real.

"Y-you… who are you?" Bai Meier flustered, hastily pulling away.

Yet her heart still pounded, a strange electric thrill lingering.

She forced herself to suppress the odd emotion.

"Are you alright, Miss?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled gently.

I have to say, this smile is incredibly devastating to women, stronger than any grand supernatural power.

Bai Meier's cheeks flushed red, yet she asked: "May I ask, Young Master, who are you?"

"I am Jun Xiaoyao, of the Jun clan." Jun Xiaoyao gave his true name without hesitation.

"What… you're the Jun clan's Divine Son?" Bai Meier gasped, her expression turning pale.

She never imagined the one who saved her in her darkest hour—

was not Long Ao, but Long Ao's greatest enemy: Jun Xiaoyao.