It was unimaginable that a Princess of an Immortal Dynasty would now be lying by Jun Xiaoyao's leg like a cat.
She looked like an abandoned pet.
If the Yin-Yang Holy Son outside the private room had seen this scene, he would definitely have doubted his sanity.
Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently, "Why are you here?"
Wu Mingyue said weakly, "Earlier, I heard that Master was coming to Heavenly Dao Tower, so Mingyue rushed here without stopping, just to see Master."
"Young Master, how could she be?" Jun Linglong, who was beside him, was also very surprised, her beautiful eyes slightly widened.
The relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue was known only to themselves and Jun Zhangjian.
"It's a long story, but Mingyue is someone who can be trusted," Jun Xiaoyao said with a smile.
Hearing this, Wu Mingyue revealed a charming smile.
Being trusted by Jun Xiaoyao made her very happy.
But Jun Linglong could not be happy, and there was a hint of hostility in her eyes.
She sensed a slight threat.
"That Yin-Yang Holy Son outside the door seems to be interested in you," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.
Although separated by the private room, Jun Xiaoyao could still understand the situation outside.
That Yin-Yang Holy Son was backed by the Yin and Yang Sect and was also a Saint of Sacred Spirit Academy.
Previously, Sacred Spirit Academy had spread news that they did not welcome Jun Xiaoyao's arrival, and the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others must have been fanning the flames.
Upon hearing this, Wu Mingyue felt a sweetness in her heart and secretly thought, "Is Master jealous?"
However, she immediately expressed her stance, "Master is overthinking; that Yin-Yang Holy Son, Mingyue hasn't even glanced at him."
"Mm," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
"Oh, right, Master, Mingyue also brought you over a hundred immortal sources; I could only collect this much," Wu Mingyue obediently took out a Magical Artifact containing immortal sources.
Even with her status as a Princess, collecting so many immortal sources was not an easy task.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
He hadn't even used Wu Mingyue yet, and Wu Mingyue had already started acting as a tool.
"Very good, thank you," Jun Xiaoyao put away the immortal sources and casually stroked Wu Mingyue's smooth, dark hair.
Wu Mingyue slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes, feeling sweet in her heart.
Jun Linglong, watching from the side, felt increasingly suffocated. She stood behind Jun Xiaoyao and extended her jade hand, softly saying, "Young Master, Linglong will give you a shoulder massage."
Wu Mingyue, meanwhile, rested by Jun Xiaoyao's leg and said, "Master, Mingyue will give you a leg massage."
"Cough…"
Even Jun Xiaoyao was momentarily stunned, then pretended not to care.
Why did it feel like a Shura field was unfolding?
…
Meanwhile, the Martial Arts Tournament was about to begin.
Prodigies from all walks of life were seated steadily in the stands.
And some Prodigies of noble status were seated in VIP private rooms.
For example, the Golden Winged Little Peng King, Jin Lie.
He was tall, handsome, and mighty, with long, golden hair flowing down.
His eyes had golden vertical pupils, like those of a beast, carrying a wild and very cold aura.
Behind him, there was also a pair of golden wings, each feather as sharp as a golden divine sword.
"This time, I want to recruit some powerful followers, and that Jun Xiaoyao…" Jin Lie narrowed his eyes, gleaming with cold light.
Jun Xiaoyao subduing the Nine-Headed Lion as his mount greatly displeased Jin Lie.
The reason was simple: when outsiders mentioned top Ancient Royal Family, they would immediately think of the Nine-Headed Lion and the Golden-Winged Great Peng.
These two races had always been equally famous; mentioning one inevitably led to mentioning the other.
And now, Jun Xiaoyao used the Nine-Headed Lion as his mount, while the Golden-Winged Great Peng was as famous as the Nine-Headed Lion.
Didn't this imply that the Golden-Winged Great Peng was also just mount material?
At that time, when outsiders mentioned the Golden-Winged Great Peng, they would say that it was just like the Nine-Headed Lion lineage, both being mounts.
"Hmph, that Nine-Headed Lion truly disgraced our Ancient Royal Family!" Jin Lie's brows furrowed deeply.
He was determined to meet Jun Xiaoyao at Heavenly Dao Tower later.
The face of the Ancient Royal Family could not be lost!
"Everyone, welcome to the Martial Arts Tournament hosted by our Ten Thousand Treasures Commerce. I hope everyone will gain something and make a fortune."
An elderly host walked onto the high platform and said.
He didn't waste words and quickly got to the point.
Two slaves were driven up.
One was covered in bristles, large in build, with bulging muscles, holding a bone club of a pale white color.
"It's actually a Barbarian," some Cultivators looked surprised.
The Barbarian Race was also a very large group, with many branches.
High-grade Barbarians could even Cultivate special Barbarian patterns, utilizing the power of nature.
Although this Barbarian was not a high-grade Barbarian, his strength was still extremely powerful.
The other slave was very gaunt and bony.
"It's a Wind Shadow Clan member," an old man recognized.
"Alright, everyone can place their bets now," the host elder said.
Jun Xiaoyao casually glanced at them.
It seemed that the Barbarian was stronger than the Wind Shadow Clan in every aspect.
Moreover, this Barbarian had tough skin and strong defense; even if the Wind Shadow Clan had a speed advantage, it would be very difficult to inflict fatal damage on the Barbarian.
So most people bet on the Barbarian.
"Ten immortal sources, bet on the Wind Shadow Clan," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.
Jun Linglong and Wu Mingyue were both slightly startled.
Ten immortal sources right off the bat was definitely a big move.
One wrong step and everything could be lost.
Of course, they had no objections; Jun Xiaoyao's words were commands.
However, the result came out quickly.
The Wind Shadow Clan member, in the end, actually activated his Bloodline power, and a sharp wind blade directly pierced through the Barbarian's chest.
"Master is truly amazing, with a Wisdom Eye like a torch," Wu Mingyue said admiringly.
"It's nothing."
With Jun Xiaoyao's current talent, if not comprehending all things, he could still discern the talents of these people.
Finally, that Wind Shadow Clan member was bought by a Prodigy from a major power.
Generally speaking, strong slaves would always be wanted.
Either as servants or as suicidal warriors.
However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't fancy slaves like the Wind Shadow Clan.
Let alone as followers, even buying them to guard the house seemed unnecessary.
Next, many more slaves were brought up, one after another.
Ancient Ten Thousand Races, including Human Race, Yao Race slaves, and so on, all were present.
And Jun Xiaoyao, without exception, bet correctly on all of them.
In the end, one hundred and fifty immortal sources turned into four hundred.
Of course, this also had to do with the Ten Thousand Treasures Commerce's indulgence.
Otherwise, if every round was won, the Ten Thousand Treasures Commerce wouldn't want such a huge loss.
"It seems the Ten Thousand Treasures Commerce is quite sensible and didn't stop me from continuing to bet," Jun Xiaoyao said.
Next, the elderly host's expression became serious, and he spoke.
"Everyone, next is the final match of this Martial Arts Tournament."
As the elder's voice fell, two iron cages covered with cloth were pushed up.
Around the iron cages, even sealing runes were carved.
But even so, strong fluctuations emanated from within the iron cages.
"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze suddenly narrowed, looking at one of the iron cages.