Chapter 393: Oscar-Worthy Performance, a New Tool, the Art of Controlling Hearts

Previously, when Bai Meier emerged from seclusion, she had already heard of the feud between Jun Xiaoyao and Long Ao.

Jun Xiaoyao had once killed Long Ao's younger brother, Long Hao.

Moreover, the Ancient Wang Clan and the Ancestral Dragon Nest had been ancestral enemies for generations.

One could say that Long Ao and Jun Xiaoyao were already mortal enemies with no possibility of reconciliation.

Because Bai Meier favored Long Ao, she unconsciously regarded Jun Xiaoyao as her own enemy.

But now, Bai Meier never imagined this.

The one who saved her was not Long Ao, but Jun Xiaoyao.

This was absurd.

Bai Meier instinctively stepped back from Jun Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of wariness.

Although Jun Xiaoyao was extremely handsome, and his expression now was calm and gentle, revealing not a trace of hostility.

Yet Bai Meier still instinctively felt suspicion.

After all, she belonged to the Ancient Wang Clan, and strictly speaking, was aligned with the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

"Such vigilance from you, young lady, truly breaks one's heart," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint sigh of regret.

The faint sorrow in his handsome brows was so heartrending, one could not help but wish to smooth away the creases on his forehead.

Bai Meier too felt this was inappropriate.

Regardless, Jun Xiaoyao had saved her.

Her attitude now was like taking advantage and then acting spoiled.

"Young Master Jun, why did you save me?" Bai Meier asked, her tone slightly softened.

"Does saving someone require a reason? The greater one's ability, the greater one's responsibility. Helping others is merit—why not help?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

This statement left Lei Mingyuan speechless, stunned.

Hadn't Jun Xiaoyao just moments ago been ready to walk away, indifferent to whether she lived or died?

How could he now suddenly sound so righteous?

It was as if the light of the righteous path had shone upon the earth.

But the problem was, Jun Xiaoyao had slaughtered hundreds of righteous prodigies just a few days ago.

Though Lei Mingyuan desperately wanted to protest, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"So Young Master Jun possesses such great righteousness," Bai Meier was slightly moved.

To be honest, Jun Xiaoyao had truly surprised her.

Bai Meier, because of Long Ao, had deeply despised Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao, he was not only elegant and exquisitely handsome, but also gentle and serene—nothing like what she had imagined.

Earlier, the Tianhu tribe maidens had told her how incredibly handsome and powerful Jun Xiaoyao was, but she hadn't believed them.

She had thought no man in this world could surpass Long Ao.

But now, Bai Meier could no longer say that.

Because Jun Xiaoyao was, in every way, superior to Long Ao.

Especially Jun Xiaoyao's aura, which made Bai Meier feel oppressed.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was far more unfathomable than Long Ao's.

"So the rumors about the Wang Clan's Divine Son are true…" Bai Meier whispered to herself.

What she had once dismissed as exaggeration now proved undeniably real.

"Since the young lady is unharmed, I shall take my leave," Jun Xiaoyao said.

He's leaving already?

Bai Meier froze.

Was Jun Xiaoyao truly asking for nothing in return?

"Young Master Jun, do you know I am the Tianhu tribe's Heavenly Maiden, and connected to Long Ao?" Bai Meier couldn't help saying.

She assumed Jun Xiaoyao didn't yet know her identity.

"So what? You are you, he is he. I, Jun Xiaoyao, distinguish clearly between grudges and kindness—I would never use a beautiful woman like you to threaten Long Ao," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao call her a beautiful woman, Bai Meier's cheeks flushed faintly.

Being praised by such an outstanding man inevitably brought her a touch of delight.

Her earlier grievances with Long Ao seemed to fade considerably.

"Young Master Jun, your character is admirable. If you weren't Long Ao's enemy, perhaps we could become friends," Bai Meier said.

"Why not?"

Jun Xiaoyao smiled gently, then extended a finger and suddenly tapped Bai Meier's chest.

Bai Meier's face instantly changed—she thought Jun Xiaoyao was about to attack her.

But instead, he touched her chest, and warm energy surged into her body.

"You expended much magic power in the illusionary array; your body is weak. This is merely a small act of kindness from me."

After replenishing her magic power, Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his hand.

Bai Meier's cheeks flushed faintly; she lowered her head, her chest tingling pleasantly, utterly comfortable.

"Thank you, Young Master Jun. I shall take my leave."

Bai Meier departed immediately, yet her figure carried a hint of fluster.

Watching Bai Meier's retreating back, Jun Xiaoyao's smile slowly faded.

In its place came a cold, mocking amusement.

"Divine Son, why did you…" Lei Mingyuan hesitated, words unspoken.

Though he knew he shouldn't ask, he couldn't help his curiosity.

"Do you know what the strongest divine art in the world is?" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly asked.

Lei Mingyuan thought for a moment. "Is it the Supreme Law, the Emperor's Legacy Techniques, or the legendary Immortal Scripture?"

"Wrong. None of those," Jun Xiaoyao smiled and shook his head.

"Then what is it?" Lei Mingyuan asked, curious.

"Controlling the human heart is the strongest divine art," Jun Xiaoyao said.

He raised his palm, slowly closing his five fingers.

Bai Meier was already trapped within his grasp.

She could only obediently be used and manipulated.

Just like Bai Yuer and Wu Mingyue before her.

Using the human heart as a tool, controlling the entire situation, playing with enemies—this feeling was exquisite.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's sudden shift in demeanor, Lei Mingyuan was stunned.

Calling him an Oscar-worthy actor was an understatement.

"Divine Son, what's our next move?" Lei Mingyuan asked.

"Wait for her to come back to me. And my clothes are dirty—I need to change."

"Dirty clothes?" Lei Mingyuan looked.

Jun Xiaoyao's white robe was as pure as snow, never once stained with dust—how could it be dirty?

Suddenly, Lei Mingyuan remembered: when Bai Meier escaped, she had hugged Jun Xiaoyao.

Realizing this, he gazed at the direction Bai Meier had left, his eyes filled with a trace of pity.

This Bai Meier was truly nothing but a tool.

On the other side, Bai Meier, having left Jun Xiaoyao, still could not calm her heart.

"What's wrong with me?" Bai Meier touched her cheek, which was slightly warm.

To be honest, had she not met Long Ao first, she might truly have fallen for Jun Xiaoyao at first sight.

Jun Xiaoyao was a flawless being, nearly without flaw.

But Bai Meier was not that easily swayed.

"The world says the Tianhu tribe is flirtatious and fickle, but I, Bai Meier, am not like that."

"Young Master Jun may be kind, but he remains Long Ao's enemy—I, Bai Meier, will never betray Long Ao."

Though Long Ao had hurt her heart this time.

Bai Meier still wished to give Long Ao a chance.

As long as he still cared for her.

Thinking this, Bai Meier decided to tell Long Ao about meeting Jun Xiaoyao.

It was a form of honesty toward Long Ao.

She only wondered how Long Ao would view this matter.