SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 949 - 949 The Forbidden Demon Sealing Tomb

"When you make your move, you must fully draw upon the wellspring of spiritual power within your Linghai, unify your waist and stance, and concentrate all your energy into a single point."

Jun Xiaoyao pressed close to Tushan Wanwan, his hands guiding her at key points on her body.

Wherever he touched, Tushan Wanwan felt a tingling numbness spread through her.

Though she knew Jun Xiaoyao was giving her earnest guidance, Tushan Wanwan's pretty face still burned a deep, flushed red.

Nearby, Tushan Chunchun ground her silver teeth, looking every bit like a little aggrieved woman.

"Mm..."

Jun Xiaoyao sensed a faint anomaly.

The corner of his mouth curved into an almost imperceptible arc.

So she really came after all?

Although Jun Xiaoyao's spiritual perception was keen, by all logic he shouldn't have been able to detect Luo Xiangling hiding in the shadows.

But he had deliberately let a trace of faint incense cling to himself during his time spent with Luo Xiangling.

Having discussed the Dao together with her, Luo Xiangling would naturally have picked up a hint of that same fragrance.

So now, catching that faint wisp of incense, Jun Xiaoyao could be certain — Luo Xiangling had come.

She simply hadn't shown herself, remaining hidden in the dark.

Luo Xiangling likely never imagined that the faint trace of fragrance she had overlooked was precisely what had revealed her presence to Jun Xiaoyao.

This alone showed just how deep Jun Xiaoyao's scheming ran.

Compared to him, Luo Xiangling was powerful, yet she seemed just a touch naive.

"Is he guiding someone else?"

Luo Xiangling murmured to herself.

Under normal circumstances, this should have been perfectly unremarkable.

Yet for some reason, a tiny knot had formed in Luo Xiangling's heart.

Very small, very subtle, but undeniably real.

It couldn't truly be called jealousy.

After all, Luo Xiangling was a near-immortal — not some young girl experiencing her first stirrings of feeling. She wouldn't be moved so easily.

Nor was it possible that she had developed any real feelings for Jun Xiaoyao in such a short span of time.

At most, she simply had a rather favorable impression of him.

But that is human nature.

One moment, someone of the opposite sex is speaking intimately with you, and the next, they turn and draw close to someone else entirely.

How would you feel?

Even without a romantic relationship, wouldn't you feel just a little uncomfortable?

That was precisely the point Jun Xiaoyao was working with.

First, set Luo Xiangling aside and leave her to cool for a while.

Then let her stir up this peculiar emotion within herself.

If she couldn't even produce this kind of feeling, then there was simply no hope.

It would mean Luo Xiangling felt absolutely nothing for Jun Xiaoyao.

But as things stood now, that was clearly not the case.

Luo Xiangling said nothing, made no move to show herself, and simply turned and left.

Sensing that wisp of fragrance fade away.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately released Tushan Wanwan.

"Young master, won't you guide me a little more?"

Tushan Wanwan had actually learned to speak in a coquettish tone.

"Wanwan jie, that's going too far!" Tushan Chunchun pouted her rosy little lips.

Acting coy was her exclusive privilege.

"Just cultivate according to what I've told you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and shook his head.

Tushan Wanwan probably had no idea that in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she was nothing more than a tool.

Out on the small path beyond the pavilion.

Yun Xiaohei stood waiting, holding the reins of the Tianyu Horse.

His fists were clenched tight, his jaw nearly grinding to pieces.

Every few days, Tushan Wanwan would ride the Tianyu Horse to Jun Xiaoyao's residence for sparring sessions.

It felt just like watching his goddess walk into someone else's room every single day.

Though it had nothing to do with him, Yun Xiaohei couldn't shake the feeling that he was being made a fool of.

The Fourth Princess, who carried herself with unmatched nobility before him, came crawling to Jun Xiaoyao every few days like a lovesick puppy.

"If only I had enough power, if only I could defeat that Chaos Body right in front of Her Highness the Princess..."

Yun Xiaohei's fists clenched even tighter.

If he were strong enough, he could defeat the Chaos Body, earn the recognition of the Tushan imperial clan.

And Tushan Wanwan would naturally look at him in a whole new light.

Weakness is the original sin!

"Come back..."

In Yun Xiaohei's mind, that demonic voice surfaced once again.

"The forbidden ground, the Demon-Sealing Tomb — go and seek the power that belongs to you..."

"The Demon-Sealing Tomb?" Yun Xiaohei was stunned.

It was an absolute forbidden ground within the great continent where the Tushan imperial clan resided, a place rarely trodden by human feet.

"What secret is hidden within my body?"

Even someone as dense as Yun Xiaohei had come to understand that there seemed to be some unknown power lurking inside him.

He pressed a hand to his abdomen, feeling the black hexagram seal there burn with a fierce heat.

"The Suitor's Grand Assembly is my only chance. If I can obtain power and defeat the Chaos Body at the assembly, then Her Highness the Princess..."

A look of fierce resolve flashed through Yun Xiaohei's eyes.

He would never hand over the goddess in his heart without a fight!

......

Day by day, time passed.

More and more outstanding talents gathered at the War God Academy.

Word came that something seemed to be stirring again on the side of the Borderlands.

In the near future, the War God Academy would likely be sending people to the Borderlands to train and compete against the prodigies of the Nine Heavens Immortal Academy.

So the entire War God Academy, from top to bottom, was pressing hard in their cultivation.

Word also spread that some of the dormant imperial sons and heavenly maidens were about to awaken.

When the time came, they too would arrive at the Academy and then set out for the Borderlands.

In short.

An atmosphere of impending storm was spreading — a brutal great battle was about to begin.

When that time came in the Borderlands, it would be nothing like the small skirmishes fought in the Shenxu World.

"The Borderlands, huh. By then, we should finally make contact with the Immortal Domain."

"The Rebellious Sovereign's Seven Emperors, the Ancient Imperial Sons, Long Yao'er, Yu Hua Wang and the rest — are they living comfortably?"

A cold light stirred in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

If they ever found out that he hadn't died at all, but had instead undergone an extreme transformation, becoming a Chaos Body and even evolving into a near-Innate Saint Physique Dao Fetus —

Their eyes would probably drop right out of their heads in shock.

"And my followers — Yan Qingying, Yi Yu and the others..."

"Everyone in the Jun family..."

"Jun Bieli — has he fulfilled his promise and brought the Hidden Vein back into the fold?"

"The dormant seeds should have emerged into the world by now."

"And Shengyi jie and the others — how are they faring?"

Jun Xiaoyao had many questions weighing on his mind.

After drifting to this foreign realm, he had been completely cut off from the Immortal Domain, unable to learn anything of what was happening there.

Only in the Borderlands would he be able to make contact with the Immortal Domain and gather news from that side.

"I wonder if the Immortal Domain has already forgotten me. I'm actually rather looking forward to finding out." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

A king will always have his day of return.

When that day came, everyone in the Immortal Domain would know the outcome of this great gamble against the heavens.

He had won!

"I've left Luo Xiangling to herself for so many days now — it's time to go and see her." Jun Xiaoyao rose to his feet and prepared to head her way.

The matter of the Borderlands would still take some time. There was no rush for now.

The most pressing thing at the moment was cultivation, and then drawing Luo Xiangling closer.

Jun Xiaoyao had no wish to leave Luo Xiangling in the cold for too long — everything needed to be done in moderation.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to set off.

Fei Qingxue brought him a piece of news.

"Sensei, the Heavenly Selection Grand Assembly is about to begin. Won't you attend?"

"The Heavenly Selection Grand Assembly — what is that?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

He had no interest in attending some miscellaneous gathering.

Unless it was something like the Celestial Immortal Banquet, where there was actually something to be gained.

"Because the War God Academy's selection criteria are extremely demanding, and there are only just over ten thousand spots, many outstanding talents find it nearly impossible to gain entry."

"So they seek to become followers of Academy disciples, entering the Academy indirectly through that path."

"Sensei's name now shakes all ten great continents, and you are the Academy's near-War God — there is no telling how many young heroes and heavenly maidens wish to follow you." Fei Qingxue said.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao understood.

It was essentially a selection assembly for followers.

Those who couldn't secure a spot in the Academy themselves would attach themselves to talented individuals who had already entered, and gain access to the Academy that way.

"There's no need for that right now." Jun Xiaoyao had no interest whatsoever and shook his head.

He had no use for followers at the moment.

"Sensei, there is one more thing — at the Heavenly Selection Grand Assembly, the Paramita Prince of the Blue Paramita Flower lineage will also be making an appearance."

"Word has it he intends to publicly execute someone there."

"The Blue Paramita Flower lineage?"

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.

The Paramita clan was also a lineage he would need to investigate in the future.

He needed to uncover what connection existed between the Paramita imperial clan and that ghost-masked woman.

"Who is he planning to execute?" Jun Xiaoyao asked casually.

"It is said to be a traitor of the Paramita clan — someone who, in the Shenxu World, once shielded the Jun family's Divine Son of the Immortal Domain from a blow."

"Mm?"

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze sharpened, a flash of cold intent crossing his eyes.