Chapter 407

Long Ao was so furious that every organ in his body ached.

He did not doubt the truth of this matter at all.

First, he trusted Bai Meier completely—she was madly in love with him and would never lie to him.

Second, Long Ao had examined the light-shadow stone in meticulous detail; the scene within was unquestionably real.

Everything was true.

"How could this be? Even if Long Ji Princess were to fall for another man, she could never fall for Jun Xiaoyao," Long Ao snarled.

This was the part that confused him most.

The feud between Long Ji Princess and Jun Xiaoyao was well known to all.

Unless Long Ji Princess had her brain crushed by a door, there was no way she could ever associate with Jun Xiaoyao.

"I truly didn't believe this either, but seeing is believing—I would never deceive Brother Ao," Bai Meier pleaded pitifully.

"Of course, Meier, I believe you," Long Ao said, gazing at Bai Meier with deep affection.

Though he was furious with Long Ji Princess, at least Bai Meier was still by his side.

Yet no one knew how Long Ao would react in the future, should he ever discover the truth—that Bai Meier was also Jun Xiaoyao's agent.

Seeing Long Ao's heartfelt expression, Bai Meier might once have been delighted.

But now, she felt only nausea and revulsion.

If not for Jun Xiaoyao's mission, she wouldn't waste a single moment beside Long Ao.

"No matter what, I must go settle accounts with that bitch—and Jun Xiaoyao, I will make him die!" Long Ao's eyes blazed with murderous intent.

Long Ao had his limits.

If he took a woman who had been touched by Jun Xiaoyao, wouldn't he become a cuckold?

But if he subdued her and kept her as a slave to vent his rage, that was acceptable.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, in his eyes, death was certain.

Just as Long Ao, consumed by rage, was about to have Bai Meier lead him to Jun Xiaoyao—

Ao Luan appeared.

"Young Master Long."

"Ao Luan, you've returned."

Seeing Ao Luan return, Long Ao's temper calmed slightly.

Though he had lost Long Ji Princess, he wasn't short of women.

Ao Luan might not be as exquisite as Long Ji Princess, but she was still a beauty.

Moreover, she held great power and could greatly assist him within the Ancient Immortal World.

"Young Master Long, how did you…?" Ao Luan asked, feigning ignorance.

"I'm going to kill someone," Long Ao said, his voice thick with killing intent.

Ao Luan urged, "Young Master Long, the eruption of the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake is imminent. If you leave now, you'll easily miss your chance—and if you're injured, you'll lose your opportunity entirely."

Ao Luan's words cooled Long Ao's fury slightly.

Indeed, his original plan had been to seize the opportunity at the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake first, then settle accounts with Jun Xiaoyao.

If he went directly now, Long Ao wasn't certain he could kill Jun Xiaoyao.

"Young Master Long, don't be hasty. There are still forces of my Long Clan near the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake."

"Once you've claimed your opportunity, if you still wish to seek revenge, Ao Luan can mobilize the Long Clan to lend you their strength," Ao Luan said sincerely.

Seeing Ao Luan's genuine concern, Long Ao's anger temporarily subsided.

"Ao Luan, thank you for your concern," Long Ao said.

"Nonsense—compared to your life-saving grace, this is nothing," Ao Luan blushed slightly, looking shy.

"Then it's settled—we'll settle everything after the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake!" Long Ao said coldly.

He had already decided.

He would crush Long Ji Princess into submission and turn her into a slave.

Jun Xiaoyao, he would torture to death—only then could his rage be sated.

Bai Meier, who had been watching silently, sneered inwardly.

Long Ao was ultimately a clown, manipulated at Jun Xiaoyao's fingertips.

All she needed to do now was wait for the right moment and watch the show.

…

In the blink of an eye, another seven or eight days passed.

Long Ji Princess's injuries had finally healed nearly completely.

The reason for her rapid recovery was first because she was a Dragon, and had assimilated a single drop of the Ancient Dragon Emperor's blood—her recuperative power was immense.

Moreover, as an ancient anomaly, her foundation was profound; she used rare medicinal herbs to heal herself, even consuming one Zhu of the Immortal Rebirth Herb.

Second, Jun Xiaoyao had previously treated her injuries, accelerating her recovery.

When Long Ji Princess stepped out of the secluded valley, she saw Jun Xiaoyao seated upon a cliffside, like a celestial immortal descended from heaven.

Jun Xiaoyao was leisurely sipping tea.

The tea leaves were precious ones painstakingly gathered by Lei Mingyuan.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's serene expression, Long Ji Princess gritted her teeth.

For some reason, though his face was stunningly beautiful enough to make one lose consciousness, she desperately wanted to punch it.

Recalling all the humiliations she had suffered, Long Ji Princess's aura erupted uncontrollably.

Her cultivation base of True God Realm Minor Perfection placed her among the pinnacle of talents in the Ancient Immortal World.

But unfortunately, she faced Jun Xiaoyao.

Sensing the aura radiating from Long Ji Princess, Jun Xiaoyao slowly set down his teacup and said calmly:

"The rain's over, the sky's cleared—you think you're strong again?"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's mocking words, Long Ji Princess was even more furious, completely abandoning her noble, icy elegance.

She wanted to strike—but remembering how Jun Xiaoyao had effortlessly slain the four races' prodigies, she forced herself to calm down.

Though her injuries had healed, Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation was still unfathomable.

"Could he really be True God Realm Great Perfection?" Long Ji Princess's gaze shifted uncertainly.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was like a bottomless deep pool.

His cultivation could only be higher than hers.

"How the hell does Jun Xiaoyao cultivate? Even ancient anomalies can't match his speed," Long Ji Princess seethed inwardly.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao smiled: "Good. You've got a bit of sense—if you truly attacked, you'd need another lifetime to seek revenge."

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't get cocky. If not for my plan to retaliate against Ao Luan, I'd have crushed you already," Long Ji Princess snapped.

"Go ahead and fantasize—I love the way you hate me but can't touch me," Jun Xiaoyao sipped his tea and grinned.

"Jun… Xiao… Yao!" Long Ji Princess screamed in rage, her black hair whipping wildly.

This Jun Xiaoyao was infuriating—she nearly wanted to curse aloud.

Just then, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly set down his teacup and gazed toward the distant horizon.

He faintly sensed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was flowing, converging toward a single point.

"Could it be… the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.