Chapter 89: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes Is About to Reveal Himself

Thousands of li beyond the capital of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom lies a city.

The city has been occupied by the allied armies of the Three Ancient Kingdoms.

At this moment, within a luxurious imperial bedroom at the city’s center.

On the floor lay several dead dancer corpses, scattered haphazardly.

The monarchs of Qinglong, Baihu, and Xuanwu stood with hands hanging at their sides.

Above them, within the bed’s gauzy curtains, a voice carried cold fury.

“You failed? Your million-man allied army couldn’t even take a tiny Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom!”

“You brought me neither the compass fragments nor that Bai Yuer—are you all worthless shit-eaters?!”

The voice seethed with furious, icy rage.

The monarchs of Qinglong and the others bowed their heads slightly, silent.

They had long grown accustomed to that young master’s capricious moods and violent temper.

Though they were sages themselves, the monarchs of Baihu and Xuanwu turned pale and green with suppressed fury, gritting their teeth.

But seeing the four shadowy figures standing around them, their anger dissolved into helplessness.

“Jun family’s divine child, Jun Xiaoyao—ha… does he really think he’s someone important?” the voice spat coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao’s status and power were indeed rare to match.

But that didn’t mean no one could challenge him.

Though the Jun family was immensely prosperous and glorious, it could not dominate the Immortal Realm entirely.

This young master refused to believe it.

“Issue orders: reorganize the army. In three days, I shall lead the campaign personally—let’s see if that Jun family divine child grants me this courtesy!” the voice commanded coldly.

“Yes, Your Lordship.” The monarchs of Qinglong bowed and withdrew from the hall.

“Once the final fragment is gathered, we’ll obtain the complete bronze compass—this will greatly aid in locating the Bronze Immortal Palace.”

“No one shall obstruct me—not even the Jun family’s divine child!”

…

Deep night.

Within a lavish pavilion in the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom’s imperial palace.

Faint, lingering strings of a guqin melody drifted from the pavilion, soothing the soul, as if elevating one’s spirit.

Inside, Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on the bed, the Fengming Qishan guqin resting on his lap.

His slender, pale fingers plucked the seven strings, producing a tranquil melody.

This piece was one of the ten ancient guqin masterpieces he had heard in his past life: “High Mountains and Flowing Water.”

Listening to it calmed even the most agitated mind.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind to that so-called young master, appearing utterly serene.

As he played, he faintly sensed a subtle spiritual fluctuation.

“Is that my mysterious guardian?” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

His guardian, it seemed, also used guqin melodies as a weapon.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao play, the guardian inevitably revealed a trace of disturbance.

After the melody ended, the mysterious guardian still did not appear.

Yet the door was knocked upon.

“Enter.” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

Bai Yuer entered, dressed in a red gauze gown, carrying tea.

“Divine Child, please have your tea,” Bai Yuer said obediently.

She had barely managed to beg the chance from Jun Linglong to serve Jun Xiaoyao tea.

As she offered the tea, she stole glances at Jun Xiaoyao.

The Jun Xiaoyao playing the guqin now carried a different aura—more otherworldly, transcendent.

Any woman who looked at him would surely fall helplessly in love.

“Mm.” Jun Xiaoyao put away the Fengming Qishan and took the tea.

He took a small sip.

He glanced at Bai Yuer and noticed her red gauze gown was unusually sheer.

Her snow-white skin shimmered faintly beneath it.

A subtle, alluring charm radiated from her.

Jun Xiaoyao acted as if he saw nothing and continued drinking.

Bai Yuer bit her lip softly: “Divine Child, our Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom has a specialty—the Vermilion Bird Spirit Spring. Bathing in it not only relaxes the spirit but also enhances blood circulation. Would Your Divine Grace care to try it?”

“Mm, fine.” Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Isn’t this just a hot spring?

Bai Yuer beamed and led Jun Xiaoyao to the Vermilion Bird Spirit Spring.

Deep within the palace lay a spring, bubbling with warm spiritual energy.

Spiritual mist swirled like a fairyland.

“Divine Child, let Yuer serve you,” Bai Yuer volunteered.

Jun Xiaoyao did not refuse.

One ought to enjoy what one can.

In the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom, no one else could possibly be served by a princess.

Bai Yuer removed Jun Xiaoyao’s outer robe.

Instantly, Jun Xiaoyao’s pale, perfectly proportioned upper body—like divine jade carved by immortal hands—was exposed before her.

Bai Yuer swallowed hard.

She clenched her thighs.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the Vermilion Bird Spirit Spring and exhaled deeply.

This hot spring was indeed excellent.

But Bai Yuer’s state was strange—her face flushed unnaturally, her jade hands trembling slightly as she massaged his shoulders.

Jun Xiaoyao noticed, thinking inwardly:

“Is she… in heat?”

“Divine Child…” Bai Yuer’s voice trembled, her crimson eyes glistening with desire.

She was simply too hungry for Jun Xiaoyao’s body.

Jun Xiaoyao kept his eyes closed, speaking coolly: “Remember your place. Don’t overstep your bounds…”

His words were like ice water poured over her—she snapped back to her senses.

Of course.

She was merely his female slave, her status utterly unmatched.

Jun Xiaoyao was a man she could never have.

“Forgive me, Divine Child. Yuer overstepped,” Bai Yuer bit her lip, bitterness flooding her heart.

Jun Xiaoyao felt no pity.

He was not some indiscriminate womanizer, nor a lust-driven beast.

He had no problem with physical desire.

But he required emotional connection too.

Bai Yuer was his slave and pawn—how could she possibly deserve to touch him?

To break his virginity?

Not even a door existed—let alone a window!

“Leave. Let me be alone,” Jun Xiaoyao said coldly, closing his eyes to rest.

Bai Yuer left, her face darkened.

Yet her admiration and infatuation for Jun Xiaoyao remained unchanged.

Jun Xiaoyao overlooked one truth: the more unattainable something is, the more it entices.

…

Three short days passed.

Throughout this time, the entire Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom remained on high alert.

Yet with Jun Xiaoyao and the Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain guarding them, the kingdom’s morale had noticeably stabilized.

Jun Xiaoyao had spent these days leisurely—either playing the guqin or soaking in the hot spring.

Now, within the Vermilion Bird Spirit Spring, Jun Linglong brewed tea beside him, serving him.

Jun Xiaoyao said coolly: “If that fellow doesn’t show up soon, I’ll go find him myself.”

“Giggling, that man is probably afraid of you, Divine Child—but he won’t give up easily,” Jun Linglong smiled.

As expected, at that moment, Jun Xuehuang announced outside: “Divine Child, the allied armies of the Three Ancient Kingdoms are advancing once more toward the capital.”

“Finally arrived? I’ve been waiting.”

Jun Xiaoyao rose, and Jun Linglong gently helped him dress.

Dressed in pure white, spotless robes, Jun Xiaoyao wore a faint, playful smile.

"Let this Divine Son see just who this so-called Young Master really is..."