The events that transpired in the imperial capital of the Asura Demon Kingdom have stirred up quite a commotion in the Eternal Burial Grounds.

Jun Xiaoyao not only displeased some of the prodigies among the Ten Young Kings but also provoked the resentment of many beings from the Burial Grounds.

There are few beauties in the Eternal Burial Grounds, and after counting, there are only a handful of them.

Yet, Jun Xiaoyao has taken one of them.

This has left the beings of the Burial Grounds feeling indignant.

"That Jun family prodigy will definitely attend the Ten Kings Banquet. Let's see how he embarrasses himself then!"

"Exactly! We may not be able to deal with him, but surely one of the Ten Young Kings can handle him!"

"Right! Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Python Clan, and the young powerhouses of the Nine Nether Hounds are all much stronger than the Fallen Feather Saint Son. Not to mention the ancient tyrant from the Underworld Palace."

"Even if that Jun family prodigy is strong, can he really sweep through all the prodigies of the Ten Domains of the Burial Grounds?"

Jun Xiaoyao's strength is indeed formidable; they know this and even suspect he might defeat a few of the Ten Young Kings.

But to say he could sweep through all prodigies is a bit far-fetched—no one would believe that.

A group of beings from the Burial Grounds began to eagerly anticipate the day the Ten Kings Banquet would commence.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao, at the eye of the storm, isolated himself from the external clamor, residing comfortably in the private chamber of Lang Huan.

Lang Huan, indeed, did not give up, frequently posing and showcasing her charm in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

Sometimes, she went even further, wearing only a form-fitting garment, casually walking back and forth in front of him.

Her snow-white shoulders and crystalline long legs swayed before Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

One must admit, Lang Huan's allure is quite strong; any other man would find it hard to resist.

Who could withstand this?

Yet, Jun Xiaoyao managed to endure.

Not because he was indifferent, but because he had encountered too many beauties and had developed sufficient immunity.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's serene expression, even Lang Huan couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and annoyed, exclaiming, "Jun Gongzi, are you still a man? Is there something wrong with you?"

Jun Xiaoyao's expression stiffened.

Is this a form of provocation?

"My capabilities exceed your imagination," Jun Xiaoyao replied flatly.

"Then come on, let me see for myself," Lang Huan's eyes sparkled with a seductive light.

She could sense the vigorous vitality hidden within Jun Xiaoyao.

Three days and nights of persistence? Hmm, that might be an underestimation.

Three months is also possible.

"Letting a woman have it so easily would make me seem quite cheap," Jun Xiaoyao ignored her.

He was not a stud; being a stud would diminish his value.

This is also why Jun Xiaoyao has maintained his virginity until now.

He is not someone any woman can easily possess.

"Hmph..." Lang Huan ground her silver teeth, feeling both humiliated and helpless.

She had already made her intentions clear, yet Jun Xiaoyao remained oblivious.

After being rebuffed, Lang Huan finally took the hint and stopped her futile attempts.

As time passed, the date of the Ten Kings Banquet drew near.

In Lang Huan's private chamber, there was a misty bath.

Jun Xiaoyao, bare-chested, was submerged in the bath, looking relaxed and content.

Behind him, Qin Xian'er, dressed in white, was helping him scrub his back.

This was naturally Lang Huan's instruction, to ensure Jun Xiaoyao was well taken care of.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's content expression, Qin Xian'er shook her head slightly.

He probably had no idea that a great storm had erupted outside because of him.

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Python Clan, and other young powerhouses from the Nine Nether Hounds had all declared they would suppress Jun Xiaoyao at the Ten Kings Banquet.

With the banquet approaching, Jun Xiaoyao remained so carefree, which left Qin Xian'er puzzled.

"I think you should avoid attending the Ten Kings Banquet," Qin Xian'er said while scrubbing his back.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent.

"The Corpse Dragon Clan, the Sky-Swallowing Demon Python Clan, the Nine Nether Hounds, and others will definitely target you. You can't handle all the kings," Qin Xian'er warned.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing; his capabilities were beyond Qin Xian'er's understanding.

However, he replied, "Why do you care so much about whether I might encounter danger?"

Qin Xian'er paused at his words, then said, "I'm worried you might implicate Princess Lang Huan and cause her trouble."

"You care a lot about Lang Huan, don't you?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at her meaningfully.

Qin Xian'er's face flushed, and she fell silent.

After a long while, she finally spoke softly, "I can see that Princess Lang Huan really likes you. It's the first time she's met someone she fancies so much."

"If you encounter any danger at the Ten Kings Banquet, she definitely won't stand by."

Hearing Qin Xian'er's words, Jun Xiaoyao chuckled and shook his head, "Is that really liking? She just craves my body."

Many people confuse liking with lust.

"That's still the same," Qin Xian'er replied, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"Don't worry, I won't stay in the Burial Grounds for too long," Jun Xiaoyao assured her.

After attending the Ten Kings Banquet, he planned to find the Nine Wonderful Rebirth Immortal Grass in the Burial Realm and learn about events from over a decade ago.

After that, it would be time for him to leave.

After all, the Immortal Ancient World was about to open, and Jun Xiaoyao didn't want to fall behind.

Jun Xiaoyao's words eased Qin Xian'er's worries a bit.

She knew that Jun Xiaoyao had already seen through her special feelings for Lang Huan, which is why he offered such comforting words.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's handsome profile with closed eyes, even Qin Xian'er couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

She understood why Lang Huan was so fond of Jun Xiaoyao.

If she hadn't liked Lang Huan first, she might have been moved by Jun Xiaoyao as well.

After about seven or eight days, the day of the Ten Kings Banquet finally arrived.

On this day, a luxurious and extravagant airship hovered outside the imperial palace of the Asura Demon Kingdom.

This was Lang Huan's mode of transportation.

Outside, countless beings were watching, eager to know the current relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Lang Huan.

Is Jun Xiaoyao still just Lang Huan's holy guard?

Three figures stepped out from the depths of the palace.

At the forefront was Jun Xiaoyao, while the once highly regarded Lang Huan followed him like a maid.

Her gaze towards Jun Xiaoyao carried a hint of a small woman's grievance.

She looked like a neglected young wife.

Seeing this scene, the hopeful admirers present felt their hearts bleed, filled with despair.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, paid no mind and directly stepped onto the airship.

Lang Huan and Qin Xian'er followed closely behind.

The airship then soared towards the venue of the Ten Kings Banquet.

Watching the distant airship, many male prodigies from the Burial Grounds pounded their chests and cursed in frustration.

"That Jun family prodigy dares to attend the Ten Kings Banquet so brazenly; he definitely won't have a good outcome."

"Exactly! Let's hurry and see how the other kings will teach him a lesson!"

"That's right! I won't be satisfied until I see the Jun family prodigy suffer!"

A group of beings shouted, following closely behind as they headed out.

It was clear that this year's Ten Kings Banquet would be the most lively one yet.

Of course, it would also be the one with the most uncertainties.

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