novelraw Chapter 947 - 947 Jealousy Warps the Soul
Chapter 947 - 947 Jealousy Warps the Soul
"Eating soft rice — does a master of your cultivation even need to eat?"
Tushan Chunchun's delicate little face wore a look of suspicion.
She naturally had no idea what that phrase meant, and Jun Xiaoyao just smiled without explaining further.
"By the way, I heard you moved in with the Luo Wang. Is she good-looking?" Tushan Chunchun continued to ask.
"She is indeed very beautiful." Jun Xiaoyao answered honestly.
That was the truth.
"Is… is that so?"
Tushan Chunchun's little face fell slightly, a faint trace of sulkiness crossing it, her heart feeling a little sour.
Then, as if still unwilling to let it go, she gestured in front of her chest with her small hand and asked.
"Is she… big there?"
Jun Xiaoyao was rendered speechless, dark lines creeping across his forehead.
What was this little one thinking?
That was a near-immortal powerhouse.
Staring at someone's chest?
That's not how you go looking for death.
"Little one, what on earth is going on in that head of yours all day?"
Jun Xiaoyao gave Tushan Chunchun a light knock on the forehead.
But then Jun Xiaoyao's thoughts drifted back.
It seemed like they weren't small either — quite substantial, in fact.
Most importantly, the shape and curve were perfect.
"Young master, you're finally here — you promised before that you'd spar with me." Tushan Wanwan beside them cut in, barely able to contain her impatience.
Her martial spirit had been impossible to hold back for a while now.
"I did promise Miss Wanwan before, so of course." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
"Then let's go to the training grounds!" Tushan Wanwan was delighted, a captivating smile spreading across her strikingly beautiful face.
Watching the two of them, Tushan Chunchun's big eyes spun around with curiosity.
The group made their way to the training grounds.
The training grounds were a vast arena plaza suspended in midair, its surface engraved with powerful defensive formations capable of containing the shockwaves of battle.
At this moment, many disciples of the War God Academy were also sparring at the training grounds.
"That person is… a Chaos Body?"
"He actually came!"
Jun Xiaoyao's arrival undoubtedly drew attention from all directions.
Jun Xiaoyao sensed that among the many gazes, a large number of the male ones carried a faint undercurrent of jealousy.
He thought about it for a moment and understood.
"A beautiful woman really does bring trouble." Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.
That was true no matter where you went.
But Luo Xiangling — he was absolutely going to win her over.
These lovesick fools could only seethe with envy.
Among the crowd, there was an inconspicuous, lowly figure.
It was a young man with black fox ears and a black fox tail.
It was Yun Xiaohei.
He had no right to join the War God Academy, but since he was Tushan Wanwan's coachman, he was allowed to come in with them.
At this moment, Yun Xiaohei watched Tushan Wanwan walk side by side with Jun Xiaoyao, his fists clenched tight, his expression darkening.
"It's just a normal sparring session." Yun Xiaohei consoled himself inwardly.
"Young master Xiaoyao, please."
Tushan Wanwan stood above the training grounds. She had learned from Jun Xiaoyao himself that his name was Yu Xiaoyao.
Tushan Wanwan flipped her slender wrist, and a cyan spear fell into her hand.
Paired with her form-fitting cyan armor and her clean, sharp high ponytail, she cut a dashing and heroic figure.
"Come on then." Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.
"Wanwan won't hold back then."
Tushan Wanwan made her move, her spear trembling in her hand as her magical power erupted.
It had to be said — as an imperial clan princess with a warrior's heart, Tushan Wanwan was far from weak.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly and, with a flick of his finger, met Tushan Wanwan's spear head-on.
"Young master Xiaoyao, don't underestimate Wanwan!" Tushan Wanwan called out.
Clang!
Tushan Wanwan was sent stumbling back directly, her arms going numb.
"So strong!"
Tushan Wanwan's beautiful eyes lit up even brighter, as if she had laid eyes on a priceless treasure.
Jun Xiaoyao kept one hand behind his back, dealing with Tushan Wanwan using only the other.
He wasn't even trying — it was like playing around.
As the two exchanged blows, Tushan Wanwan gave everything she had.
Jun Xiaoyao remained completely at ease.
"Worthy of a Chaos Body — the strength is genuinely something else."
"Of course, even if you're a little jealous, the talent and power are right there for all to see. What can you do?"
Many people were sighing.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a thousand rounds.
Tushan Wanwan was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, yet she simply could not stop.
She felt that Jun Xiaoyao was deliberately guiding her, and her own strength was noticeably growing.
"Young master Xiaoyao, take this move of mine!"
Tushan Wanwan's spear tip trembled, and behind her, magical power surged and swelled.
The phantom of a nine-tailed cyan fox materialized.
This was the demon fox true form unique to the Tushan imperial clan, capable of greatly amplifying one's own combat power.
Below, Yun Xiaohei watched this scene unfold, and for some reason, a sudden sharp pain flashed through his mind.
As if fated, it seemed as though a jet-black fox radiating an aura of destruction was watching him from somewhere unseen.
Behind it, there were ten tails!
"What's going on?"
Yun Xiaohei pressed his temples.
He was still keeping his eyes fixed on Tushan Wanwan.
"Oh, interesting — the demon fox true form." Jun Xiaoyao's interest was piqued.
He casually struck out with a palm, chaotic energy condensing and surging, forming a Chaos Great Hand Seal that came crashing down like a corner of the sky collapsing.
Boom!
The collision erupted, ripples scattering in all directions.
A slender figure plummeted downward at great speed.
It was Tushan Wanwan!
Even though her strength was far from weak, and she had even unleashed her demon fox true form.
But her opponent was Jun Xiaoyao — an existence capable of cutting down even a Supreme in reverse!
"Your Highness the Princess!"
Yun Xiaohei's expression changed at the sight, and he charged forward, wanting to catch Tushan Wanwan in his arms.
Whoosh!
But a flash cut through the void.
Jun Xiaoyao's white-robed figure dropped directly to Tushan Wanwan's side as she fell.
One arm wrapped around her — that slender, willow-like waist encased in soft armor.
Even through the armor, one could feel the astonishing suppleness and elasticity beneath.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know my own strength. I hope Miss Wanwan won't hold it against me." Jun Xiaoyao said apologetically.
Tushan Wanwan's body went rigid, her mind going completely blank for a moment.
From childhood to now, this was the first time a man had ever held her like this.
Jun Xiaoyao's arms were strong, and the scent about him was pleasant.
It gave her a sense of security she had never felt before.
Tushan Wanwan stood there in a daze, her pretty face turning red without her even realizing it.
If her other sisters had seen Tushan Wanwan like this, they would surely have cried out in shock.
The tomboy actually blushes?
"Miss Wanwan?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, his eyes lowering to look at Tushan Wanwan.
"I… I'm fine… thank you for catching me, young master Xiaoyao." Tushan Wanwan's voice came out halting and hesitant.
She didn't quite dare to meet Jun Xiaoyao's gaze, her beautiful eyes drifting downward.
But she inadvertently noticed that the red cord tied around her snow-white jade wrist seemed to have trembled ever so slightly.
"Could it be…"
Tushan Wanwan's heart skipped a beat.
Had her destined one also been found?
Why else would the red cord stir?
All around, everyone froze.
Goodness, he's already got his arms around her?
Tushan Chunchun's bright, beautiful eyes went wide, her rosy little mouth forming a perfect O, looking utterly startled.
On the other side, Yun Xiaohei stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.
The step he had taken forward was frozen mid-stride.
He watched Tushan Wanwan being held in Jun Xiaoyao's arms — and showing no sign of resistance or disgust.
Yun Xiaohei felt as though his heart were being squeezed in a fist, aching so deeply he could barely breathe.
It was as if ten thousand thunderclaps were roaring through his mind.
The goddess he had held in his heart was being held in another man's arms, and she was wearing an expression of helpless, bashful surrender.
The jealousy in his heart transformed into shame, fury, and resentment.
A dark, vicious intent surfaced in Yun Xiaohei's eyes.
Without him even noticing it himself.