Chapter 394

Jun Xiaoyao's scheme has been preliminarily set in motion.

Next, we'll see how Long Ao performs.

Jun Xiaoyao also believes Long Ao will not disappoint him.

After all, as a destined protagonist, Jun Xiaoyao understands such figures somewhat.

His personality, conduct, and methods—Jun Xiaoyao had already anticipated them.

If Jun Xiaoyao's guess is correct, White Meier will soon come crying to him.

At that time, Jun Xiaoyao will have ample room to manipulate Long Ao at will.

On the other side, after roughly six or seven days, White Meier finally sensed Long Ao's aura.

A trace of longing appeared in White Meier's eyes.

Though Long Ao's behavior had been extreme before, he was still the man she loved most, and she was willing to give him another chance.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, he was indeed outstanding—the perfect dream lover every woman could imagine.

But White Meier would not fall for Jun Xiaoyao simply because he had saved her once.

A hundred li ahead of White Meier lay a hazy killing array.

Ancient array patterns covered the area.

Clearly, this was a ruined remnant of a killing array.

Before this array remnant, Long Ao stood firmly in midair.

He frowned, pondering the dragon blood aura within the array remnant.

"Who is trapped inside? Is this my destiny?" Long Ao weighed the possibilities.

As a destined protagonist, Long Ao's opportunities were countless.

Simply spending one source stone to pick up a broken greatsword at a stall had yielded the legendary Dragon Soul Blade.

Since arriving in the Immortal Ancient World, Long Ao had encountered countless opportunities.

Thanks to these opportunities, his cultivation base had surged to the late True God Realm.

He was extremely satisfied with his power growth.

Yet Long Ao was no fool—he acted only when he had confidence.

If he lacked confidence, he preferred to wait and investigate later.

Though this killing array was ruined, it remained perilous—even Long Ao could suffer grave injury if careless.

That was precisely why he had not acted rashly, but instead weighed the risks.

"Ao-tian brother…"

From behind came White Meier's soft, alluring voice.

Hearing it, Long Ao's lips curled into a faint smile.

As expected.

His charm was unmatched.

Even if White Meier hesitated for a while, she would ultimately submit to his allure.

Long Ao had great confidence in conquering women.

"Meier, you've finally returned—I've been thinking of you all along," Long Ao said with a smile, feigning deep longing.

Yet for some reason, seeing Long Ao's attitude, White Meier no longer felt her former heart flutter.

Perhaps she still harbored resentment over his failure to seek her out.

Or perhaps Long Ao's charm had simply lost its former intensity.

Once, White Meier had believed Long Ao was the perfect man in this world.

But now, she had met a more perfect man.

Her horizons had unconsciously been raised to their peak by Jun Xiaoyao.

In comparison, Long Ao's charm had naturally diminished.

White Meier spoke with a hint of resentment: "Ao-tian brother says he misses me, yet these days you never came to find me."

White Meier's words made Long Ao's face flush with embarrassment.

He'd been busy seeking his own opportunities—how could he have time to look for White Meier?

"I was occupied," Long Ao muttered awkwardly.

"Oh? So when I got trapped in the confusion array, you didn't care at all?" White Meier said with a mournful tone.

"What? You were trapped in a confusion array?" Long Ao's face showed surprise.

"Yes—if someone hadn't stepped in to save me, Ao-tian brother might never see me again," White Meier said.

"Who saved you?" Long Ao's brow furrowed.

Though he and White Meier had no formal relationship now,

in Long Ao's mind, he had already claimed her as one of his concubines.

Not the main wife, but still a concubine.

If another man had saved White Meier, Long Ao would always feel a thorn in his side.

"You'd never guess—it was Jun Xiaoyao," White Meier confessed frankly.

"What?"

Hearing White Meier's words, Long Ao's mind went numb.

"You say Jun Xiaoyao saved you?" Long Ao flashed before her, eyes locked onto her.

White Meier stepped back two paces, fear flickering in her peach-blossom eyes.

Long Ao's gaze now was utterly alien and terrifying—something she had never seen before.

Yet she still gathered her courage: "Young Master Jun pulled me out of the confusion array."

"Did he do anything to you? Or have any ulterior motives?" Long Ao demanded, frowning.

If Jun Xiaoyao had touched White Meier, Long Ao would not let it pass.

White Meier's eyes widened slightly—she hadn't expected Long Ao to be this petty.

"Young Master Jun is upright—he did not demand any repayment," White Meier replied coldly.

"Hmph, even so, he certainly had no good intentions."

Learning White Meier had not been harmed by Jun Xiaoyao, Long Ao exhaled slightly—but a thorn remained.

Moreover, Long Ao was meticulous.

In short, he was naturally suspicious.

He couldn't help wondering: had White Meier already been won over by Jun Xiaoyao?

Or had Jun Xiaoyao sent her back to spy on him and secretly relay information?

Such a possibility was not impossible.

"Meier, why did Jun Xiaoyao save you? And why did you return? Could it be…" Long Ao trailed off.

He wanted to speak, but felt it inappropriate.

Hearing this, White Meier's face turned pale.

She had no connection with Jun Xiaoyao—yet Long Ao still suspected her?

"Ao-tian brother, you doubt me? If I had any ties to Young Master Jun, would I have confessed so openly?" White Meier's face was ashen.

She had opened her heart completely, revealing everything.

Yet Long Ao, he did not trust her.

It was truly heart-wrenching.

"Sorry, I was wrong—after all, I'm his mortal enemy."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Long Ao could only soothe her.

But in his heart, the thorn had taken root—he would still keep a wary eye on White Meier.

He had no intention of being betrayed by a woman.

"Where is Jun Xiaoyao? Take me to him," Long Ao's golden dragon eyes flashed with cold fury.

No matter what, once Jun Xiaoyao was eliminated, all problems would vanish.

"Ao-tian brother, listen to me—first strengthen your own strength. Otherwise, you're no match for Young Master Jun," White Meier said sincerely.

Hearing this, Long Ao's eyelid twitched.

The woman he considered his concubine had just said he was inferior to Jun Xiaoyao?

This was an absolute insult to a man.