SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 959 - 959 Goodbye Luo Xiangling

After temporarily resolving the matter with Su Hongyi, Su Hongyi withdrew.

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

"Next, it's just a matter of waiting for the war at the Borderlands to break out, then investigating the situation on the Immortal Domain's side."

"Right, there's also Luo Xiangling — it's about time I went to see her." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Too much of anything is never good.

If he neglected Luo Xiangling for too long, it would only backfire.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao remained in the foreign realm, he still needed to hold onto Luo Xiangling, that powerful connection of his.

Jun Xiaoyao rose to his feet, just as he was about to head toward Luo Xiangling's residence.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck his mind.

A faint smile spread across his face.

Then, after a brief moment of thought, Jun Xiaoyao simply picked up paper and brush and began sketching freely on the surface.

Every stroke carried a breathtaking resonance of the Dao.

It was, to say the least, extremely taxing on one's mental energy.

But for someone with Jun Xiaoyao's primordial spirit, this little expenditure of effort was nothing at all.

After filling the page with flowing strokes, Jun Xiaoyao set down the brush, looked it over, hesitated slightly, and gave a faint shake of his head.

"Still missing something."

With that, Jun Xiaoyao pressed the corner of his mouth until a single drop of fresh blood was forced out, falling onto the surface of the paper.

"Mm, now that's right." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Once his preparations were complete, Jun Xiaoyao headed directly into the depths of the War God Academy, toward Luo Xiangling's residence.

……

Within a grove of purple bamboo, inside a secluded courtyard with a small bridge over a flowing stream.

Luo Xiangling wore a simple white dress, her slender jade fingers — like spring onion shoots — holding needle and thread as she embroidered.

Suddenly, she felt a faint prick at her fingertip.

A bead of blood appeared.

That bead of blood shimmered with a faint blue hue.

Staring at the blood bead, Luo Xiangling fell into a daze.

"Is my heart a little unsettled?" Luo Xiangling gave a slight shake of her head.

The embroidery needle was itself a quasi-emperor weapon — otherwise it would have been impossible for it to prick Luo Xiangling.

In truth, Luo Xiangling had never been pricked while embroidering before.

This was the very first time.

It also meant that her mind had not fully settled.

In Luo Xiangling's mind, the scene of Jun Xiaoyao pressing close to Tushan Wanwan's delicate figure while guiding her in cultivation suddenly surfaced.

For reasons she couldn't explain, she felt a persistent sense of unease she couldn't shake.

"Forget it, never mind."

Luo Xiangling set down her embroidery.

At that moment, a ripple in space reached her.

Luo Xiangling instinctively rose to her feet, her gaze brightening slightly as she looked over.

Yet the eyes that had just lit up instantly dimmed.

The one who had arrived was a middle-aged man dressed in azure-gold robes, with remarkably handsome features.

Behind him grew a pair of sky-blue wings, bearing extremely ancient patterns branded upon them.

His aura had also reached the level of a quasi-immortal.

"Lord Fufeng, why have you come?" Luo Xiangling's tone was flat, carrying a trace of detachment.

This Lord Fufeng was also one of the ancient supreme beings of the War God Academy, a quasi-immortal powerhouse.

His true form was that of a great azure sky demon roc.

The reason Luo Xiangling's attitude toward him carried a hint of distance was because this Lord Fufeng harbored feelings for her and frequently tried to curry her favor.

Luo Xiangling found such behavior rather off-putting.

"At the recent Dao Discussion gathering, Lord Luo didn't attend — is something the matter?" Lord Fufeng said with a slight smile.

The ancient supreme beings of the War God Academy had no particular duties or responsibilities.

Beyond guarding the War God Academy, their sole goal was to break through and become true immortal kings.

The Dao Discussion gathering was a meeting where these ancient supreme beings would spar and discuss the Dao in their daily lives.

"I simply haven't been in the mood lately." Luo Xiangling replied with a calm shake of her head.

What did it matter to Lord Fufeng whether she attended or not?

It was only out of consideration for the face shared between fellow ancient supreme beings of the Academy that Luo Xiangling couldn't be bothered to make things ugly.

"I did hear that Lord Luo recently tried to take that Chaos Physique as a disciple, only to be refused in the end — that person really has no sense of what's good for them."

Lord Fufeng deliberately belittled Jun Xiaoyao, hoping to please Luo Xiangling.

But Luo Xiangling instead furrowed her brow, her tone turning slightly cool: "That was his choice. I would never force anyone."

A flicker of strange light passed through Lord Fufeng's eyes.

Luo Xiangling would actually take this kind of attitude toward him over some insignificant junior.

He continued: "I simply felt that the boy had no sense of propriety, yet Lord Luo actually kept him within your own courtyard."

That was the point Lord Fufeng truly cared about.

After all, a lone man and a lone woman, sharing the same courtyard.

Though Lord Fufeng would never believe that Luo Xiangling could develop any kind of relationship with that boy,

it still left a somewhat uncomfortable feeling.

"Lord Fufeng, do I need your approval for what I choose to do?"

Luo Xiangling's dark brows furrowed.

Who was Lord Fufeng to her?

Why should she need Lord Fufeng to pass judgment on her actions?

If flirting had a ranking system,

Jun Xiaoyao would undoubtedly be at the highest tier.

While this Lord Fufeng, at best, was stuck at the lowest.

Just then, space rippled in the distance.

A white-robed young man came gliding gracefully across the air.

"Senior Xiangling, my apologies — I had intended to return sooner, but was unexpectedly held up by some matters."

The one who had arrived was none other than Jun Xiaoyao.

He spotted Lord Fufeng at a glance, and a flicker of light passed through the depths of his eyes.

Yet another quasi-immortal from the Academy.

The War God Academy's foundation was far deeper than he had imagined.

Seeing the long-absent figure in white arrive, Luo Xiangling felt her mood lift for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

Like a sky heavy with dark clouds finally clearing.

"So this is the Chaos Physique who stirred up such a commotion at the Academy recently?"

Lord Fufeng also turned his gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao, his eyes sweeping over him like the edge of a blade.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately felt an enormous wave of pressure bearing down on him.

He understood.

Lord Fufeng was simply trying to press him down and make him look foolish.

But thinking that mere pressure alone could bring Jun Xiaoyao to his knees was nothing short of wishful thinking.

"Lord Fufeng, what are you doing?"

How could Luo Xiangling not sense it — she raised her dark brows and with a casual wave of her hand, dispersed that pressure entirely.

Yet the gaze she turned on Lord Fufeng grew even more indifferent.

"I simply wanted to see whether this Chaos Physique is the real deal." Lord Fufeng smiled.

Given his status and standing, he couldn't bring himself to stoop to bickering with Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet in the depths of Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, a cold glint stirred.

He was someone who never let a grudge go unanswered.

And Jun Xiaoyao had already seen through it — Lord Fufeng clearly harbored intentions toward Luo Xiangling.

There would inevitably be conflict between them in the future.

It was only because Jun Xiaoyao's current cultivation level was not high enough that Lord Fufeng hadn't bothered to take him seriously.

"I still have matters to attend to — please see yourself out." Luo Xiangling issued her dismissal.

Lord Fufeng's gaze settled, then he smiled and said: "Very well, I won't intrude any further."

With that, Lord Fufeng turned and left.

However, an extremely faint transmission of sound poured into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"Boy, even if you are a Chaos Physique unmatched throughout the ages, you should understand — some people are simply beyond your reach."

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged as he watched Lord Fufeng depart.

"Ha… beyond my reach?"

Jun Xiaoyao laughed coldly to himself.

He hadn't expected that one day, those words would ever be applied to him.

If the beings of the Immortal Domain were to learn of it — that someone of Jun Xiaoyao's standing was supposedly reaching above his station —

they would probably laugh their heads off.

In this world, how many people were there who could even be considered worthy of Jun Xiaoyao reaching up to?

A cold, indifferent light overflowed from Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

So what if he was a quasi-immortal — it wasn't as though Jun Xiaoyao had no means to deal with him.

If Lord Fufeng truly provoked Jun Xiaoyao, he had more than enough ways to put this Lord Fufeng in the ground!