Chapter 404: Sweetheart, Master Will Save You: Long Ji Princess

Long Ji Princess never imagined that one day she would call a man her master.

And that man was her enemy.

But now, circumstances forced her hand—she did not wish to die like this.

Most importantly, she swore she would tear the mastermind behind her suffering into a thousand pieces, grind his bones to dust, or her hatred would never be sated.

"Enough, help me out of here," Long Ji Princess said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, not moving a single finger.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you…" Long Ji Princess clenched her silver teeth.

"Too quiet. I didn't hear," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Though it was a smile of exquisite beauty, to Long Ji Princess it was no different from a demon's grin.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't push your luck!"

Long Ji Princess, humiliated and furious, her beautiful eyes blazing fire, lost all composure.

Once, she had been ethereal, radiating divine aura, the noble princess of the dragon clan—but now, Jun Xiaoyao had reduced her to a shrew.

Long Ji Princess ground her fine silver teeth, longing to bite Jun Xiaoyao.

"I won't force you," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

At that moment, another wave of sword qi surged through the killing array; Long Ji Princess gathered her magic power to resist—and was struck again, her delicate body feeling as if it would tear apart.

"Master…" Long Ji Princess spat blood, swallowing her humiliation, and called out again.

She had already said it once—what was one more time?

"Too soft. Too quiet. I can't hear you," Jun Xiaoyao said lazily.

"You—"

Long Ji Princess was truly on the verge of spitting blood.

No man had ever left such a deep mark on her heart.

Long Ji Princess would likely never forget Jun Xiaoyao for the rest of her life.

"Master," Long Ji Princess continued, swallowing her humiliation.

"So quiet? You expect me to save you?" Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

"Master!" Long Ji Princess cried out loudly, her exquisite face flushed crimson with shame, her body trembling.

At that moment, another wave of sword qi coalesced within the killing array, about to strike.

"It's over…" Long Ji Princess bit her lips until they bled.

At this critical moment, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly: "Good girl. Master will save you."

Saying this, he moved—finally acting.

He punched out, unleashing the mighty Sixfold Reincarnation Fist, striking precisely at the array's weakest point.

Six swirling vortexes of reincarnation appeared; the fist's radiance stunned heaven and earth, shaking the very skies with thunder.

Seeing this, Long Ji Princess dashed toward the same weak point.

With a deafening boom, the killing array cracked open—a gap appeared—and Long Ji Princess emerged, her body drenched in blood.

Her imperial silk robe was stained with vast patches of crimson, like blooming, tragic peach blossoms.

The instant she broke free, Long Ji Princess locked eyes on Jun Xiaoyao.

"Die, you bastard!"

Long Ji Princess shrieked, gathering her magic power to strike Jun Xiaoyao.

"Heh. Is this how you repay the master who saved you?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Hearing this, Long Ji Princess was even more humiliated and furious.

This was an indelible black mark on her life.

Unless Jun Xiaoyao died, this humiliation would haunt her forever.

Watching her attack, Jun Xiaoyao merely flicked his hand—easily dispelling it.

"With your current state, don't overextend yourself," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Long Ji Princess was severely wounded, her condition at its worst.

Not only could she not fight him—she could barely even raise her arms.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't get cocky…" Long Ji Princess tried to strike again, but her magic power spiraled into chaos—she spat blood.

Her body collapsed forward, landing straight into Jun Xiaoyao's arms.

Jun Xiaoyao wrapped his arm around her slender waist, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Long Ji Princess, overwhelmed by her injuries, had slipped into unconsciousness.

In the shadows, Ao Luan cursed under her breath and turned to leave.

After witnessing Jun Xiaoyao's terrifying power, Ao Luan knew that even if she revealed herself, she could not kill Long Ji Princess from his grasp.

Seeing Ao Luan depart, Bai Meier pulled a light-shadow stone from her spatial artifact.

She recorded the scene of Jun Xiaoyao holding Long Ji Princess.

As she recorded, Bai Meier felt a pang of envy, a bitter taste of jealousy spreading through her.

But then she remembered that after completing her mission, Jun Xiaoyao would praise her—and her fox tail behind her swelled with excitement.

On the other side, seeing Long Ji Princess held in Jun Xiaoyao's arms, Lei Mingyuan felt nothing but admiration.

When it came to seducing women, he bowed only to Jun Xiaoyao.

Not only had he won the heart of the Tianhu Clan's heavenly maiden, but now even his archenemy, Long Ji Princess of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, was in his arms.

Lei Mingyuan even suspected that if Jun Xiaoyao chose to act, no woman could escape his grasp.

"Let's go," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Lei Mingyuan nodded, dragging the wounded Leiyuan Clan prodigy, and followed Jun Xiaoyao away.

Bai Meier trailed behind secretly.

Not long after, Jun Xiaoyao found a secluded, quiet valley.

Jun Xiaoyao carried the unconscious Long Ji Princess into the valley, while Lei Mingyuan guarded the Leiyuan Clan prodigy outside.

Bai Meier then appeared at the valley's entrance and entered.

Seeing Bai Meier, Lei Mingyuan was slightly surprised but asked no questions.

Inside the valley.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the gravely wounded, unconscious Long Ji Princess, his expression indifferent.

Though drenched in blood, the unconscious Long Ji Princess possessed a strange, tragic beauty.

Especially her peerless face—now defenseless in sleep, stripped of its noble coldness, appearing serene and lovely, stirring the heart of any who beheld it.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's gaze remained as cold and detached as ever.

"Long Ji Princess, how could I let you die so easily? Your purpose has not yet been fully fulfilled," Jun Xiaoyao smiled, waving his hand to strip away half her robe.

Her snowy shoulder was revealed.

Jun Xiaoyao pulled out precious medicinal herbs and began healing Long Ji Princess.

Of course, removing half her robe was intentional.

On the other side, Bai Meier pulled out the light-shadow stone and recorded Jun Xiaoyao healing Long Ji Princess.

Though Long Ji Princess's body was partially obscured by Jun Xiaoyao's figure,

her snowy shoulder was still visible.

Any observant person would know Long Ji Princess's upper body was bare.

After recording the scene, Bai Meier gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with deep affection, said nothing, and turned to leave.

For she still had a mission to complete.

These recordings, of course, needed to be seen by someone.

After Bai Meier left, Jun Xiaoyao continued healing Long Ji Princess.

In a few days' time,

the gravely wounded, unconscious Long Ji Princess finally stirred awake.

The instant she awoke, she was dazed—then memories of her collapse returned.

Thinking of her humiliation, Long Ji Princess ground her silver teeth, face twisted in fury.

Then she noticed her imperial robe had been undone.

And her wounds—nearly fully healed.

Logically, though dragon flesh had strong regenerative power, it could not fully mend external injuries in just a few days.

Only one possibility remained: someone had treated her wounds.

"Could it be…" Long Ji Princess's mind went numb, her body stiffening.

That hateful Jun Xiaoyao.

Had he seen everything?