Chapter 958: Reuniting with Luoxiangling, the Ancient Supreme, Fengfeng Wang

After temporarily resolving Su Hongyi’s matter, Su Hongyi withdrew.

As for the secrets behind Su Hongyi, there was no need to rush.

“Next, wait for the borderlands war to begin, then investigate the situation on the Immortal Realm side.”

“Oh, and Luoxiangling—I should go see her too,” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Too much is as bad as too little.

If Luoxiangling were neglected for too long, it would backfire.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao remained in this foreign land, he still needed to hold onto Luoxiangling’s long leg.

Jun Xiaoyao rose to his feet, just as he was about to head to Luoxiangling’s residence.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

After a moment’s thought, Jun Xiaoyao directly fetched paper and brush, casually sketching on it.

Each stroke carried astonishing Dao resonance.

It was, indeed, mentally exhausting.

But for Jun Xiaoyao’s Primordial Spirit, this minor exertion meant nothing.

After finishing his freehand strokes, Jun Xiaoyao set down his brush, studied it, hesitated slightly, then shook his head faintly.

“It’s still missing something.”

Saying this, Jun Xiaoyao forced out a single drop of blood from his lips, letting it fall onto the paper.

“Hmm, now it’s right,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

After making his preparations, Jun Xiaoyao directly headed deep into the War God Academy, to Luoxiangling’s residence.

…

Within a secluded courtyard of purple bamboo, with a small bridge over flowing water.

Luoxiangling wore a plain long gown, her slender fingers holding needle and thread, embroidering.

Suddenly, she felt a faint prick on her fingertips.

A drop of blood surfaced.

The blood droplet shimmered with a faint blue hue.

Staring at the blood, Luoxiangling fell into a daze.

“Has my heart grown restless?” Luoxiangling gently shook her head.

The embroidery needle itself was a Semi-Immortal Artifact—otherwise, it could not have pierced Luoxiangling.

In fact, Luoxiangling had never once been pricked while embroidering.

This was the first time.

It signified that her spirit had not fully settled.

Luoxiangling’s mind suddenly flashed with the scene of Jun Xiaoyao pressed against Tushan Wanguan’s body, teaching her to cultivate.

For some reason, she felt an unquiet unease.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

Luoxiangling stopped embroidering.

At that moment, a spatial fluctuation arrived.

Luoxiangling instinctively rose, her gaze brightening as she looked over.

Yet her bright eyes instantly dimmed.

The visitor was a middle-aged man clad in azure-gold finery, strikingly handsome.

On his back grew a pair of sky-blue wings, etched with ancient patterns.

His aura had reached the level of Semi-Immortal.

“Fengfeng Wang, why are you here?” Luoxiangling’s tone was cool, tinged with distance.

This Fengfeng Wang was also one of the War God Academy’s ancient supreme beings, a Semi-Immortal.

His true form was a Qingtian Demon Peng.

Luoxiangling’s slight distance toward him stemmed from:

This Fengfeng Wang harbored romantic intentions toward her and frequently made advances.

Luoxiangling found such behavior unappealing.

“I heard you didn’t attend the recent Dao Discussion Gathering—anything the matter?” Fengfeng Wang smiled faintly.

The War God Academy’s ancient supreme beings had no special duties or responsibilities.

Aside from guarding the academy, their sole goal was to break through into true Immortal Kingship.

The Dao Discussion Gathering was their regular meeting for sparring and exchanging insights.

“I’ve just been in no mood lately,” Luoxiangling replied coolly, shaking her head.

What did it matter to Fengfeng Wang whether she attended or not?

She merely refrained from tearing up the facade, out of respect for their shared status as academy elders.

“I heard you recently tried to take that Chaos Body as your disciple, but were refused—he’s truly clueless.”

Fengfeng Wang deliberately belittled Jun Xiaoyao, hoping to flatter Luoxiangling.

Yet Luoxiangling frowned, her tone turning slightly cold: “That was his choice. I never force anyone.”

Fengfeng Wang’s eyes flickered with subtle surprise.

Luoxiangling, of all people, would defend a trivial junior with such a tone toward him?

He added: “I merely think the boy is rude—yet you still keep him in your courtyard.”

This was the real point Fengfeng Wang cared about.

After all, a lone man and a lone woman sharing a residence.

Fengfeng Wang didn’t truly believe Luoxiangling would form any relationship with that boy.

But it still irritated him.

“Fengfeng Wang, do I need your approval to do as I please?”

Luoxiangling’s brows furrowed.

Who was Fengfeng Wang to her?

Why should she answer to his judgment?

If seduction had tiers:

Jun Xiaoyao was unquestionably a Legendary King.

This Fengfeng Wang? At best, a stubborn Bronze.

At that moment, a disturbance rippled in the distance.

A white-robed young master arrived, gliding across the air.

“Senior Luoxiangling, apologies—I meant to return sooner, but was delayed by unforeseen matters.”

The arrival was none other than Jun Xiaoyao.

He immediately spotted Fengfeng Wang, a flicker of unusual light in his eyes.

Another academy Semi-Immortal.

The War God Academy’s depth far exceeded his expectations.

Seeing the long-absent white-robed figure arrive, Luoxiangling inexplicably felt her mood lift.

Like clouds parting over a stormy sky.

“Is this the Chaos Body who caused such a stir in the academy recently?”

Fengfeng Wang also turned to Jun Xiaoyao, his gaze piercing like a blade.

Jun Xiaoyao instantly felt overwhelming pressure crashing down upon him.

He knew:

Fengfeng Wang merely wanted to crush him, to humiliate him.

But relying solely on pressure to subdue Jun Xiaoyao? That was pure fantasy.

“Fengfeng Wang, what are you doing?”

Luoxiangling had noticed instantly. She raised her brows, waved her hand, and dispelled the pressure.

Her gaze toward Fengfeng Wang grew even colder.

“I merely wished to verify whether this Chaos Body is genuine,” Fengfeng Wang smiled.

With his status, he wouldn’t lower himself to feud with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes, however, held a glint of coldness.

He was a man who never forgot a slight.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao saw clearly: Fengfeng Wang desired Luoxiangling.

They would inevitably clash in the future.

But since Jun Xiaoyao’s realm was still low, Fengfeng Wang didn’t regard him as a threat.

“I have matters to attend to. You may leave,” Luoxiangling issued a dismissal.

Fengfeng Wang’s gaze sharpened, then he smiled: “In that case, I won’t disturb further.”

Saying this, Fengfeng Wang turned and departed.

Yet an extremely faint whisper slipped into Jun Xiaoyao’s mind.

"Kid, even if you're the one-in-a-myriad eon Chaos Body, understand this: some people are beyond your reach."

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained unchanged as he watched Marquis Fufeng depart.

"Hah... beyond my reach?"

Jun Xiaoyao sneered inwardly.

He never imagined one day this word would be applied to himself.

If the beings of the Immortal Realm learned that Jun Xiaoyao, of his status, must seek to reach others,

they’d all laugh until their teeth fell out.

How many in this world are worthy of being reached by Jun Xiaoyao?

A cold, indifferent light spilled from Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes.

So what if he’s a near-immortal? Jun Xiaoyao has more than enough means to deal with him.

If he truly angers Jun Xiaoyao, he has countless ways to kill this Marquis Fufeng!