Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

On the lakeside terrace, Yan Qingcheng watched Jun Wuxie's departing figure, grinding her teeth in anger.

What does this little rascal mean?

Saying he wouldn't regret meeting her at all now.

The implication is that before this, he regretted meeting her quite a bit?

He took her virginity and still said such things!

……

At this moment, Jun Wuxie was on his way back to Mount Zongwang.

He naturally wouldn't have thought that, in his excitement upon learning about the Spirit Void Realm, a casual remark would cause Yan Qingcheng to overthink so much.

He spent a lot of money in the capital to purchase a luxurious carriage pulled by two three-star spirit horses.

This carriage was extremely luxurious. The inside was very spacious, with soft and comfortable beds, tea tables, desks, stools, and exquisite decorations.

Back at Mount Zongwang, Old Wine and Uncle Bird inquired about his trip, and he simply said a few words, without mentioning the Burning Blade Sect or the Spirit Void Realm.

In the days that followed, he spent his time cultivating and accompanying Yue Yao.

During this period, he gave all the basic resources he obtained from killing enemies in the Nanshan Secret Realm to Old Wine and Uncle Bird.

Zongwang Academy had been in decline for a long time, and the sect had little foundation left, with extremely scarce resources.

In the future, if Zongwang Academy wanted to restore its former glory, it would have to rebuild the sect, recruit disciples, and consume massive amounts of resources.

……

The day for the Trial Grounds to open arrived in the blink of an eye.

On this morning, the five members of Zongwang Academy rode in the luxurious carriage purchased some time ago and arrived at the central square of the capital.

The vast square was already packed with people in the early morning.

The central area was cordoned off, and four elders from the Qingshan Sword Sect were sitting cross-legged inside.

Several hundred meters away from the cordoned area, four platforms were built.

Each platform was about three meters high and a square with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Luxurious chairs and tables were placed on the platforms, with fine wine, snacks, and fruit plates on the tables.

The people from the Qingshan Sword Sect and the Great River Sword Sect were already on the platforms.

Their higher-ups sat in front of the tables, while the younger disciples stood behind them.

Emperor Ji Liufeng of Great Zhou and the Empress were also sitting on one of the platforms, with the Eighth Prince Ji Beilan standing quietly beside them.

That Deputy Commander Ye also stood silently behind Ji Liufeng and the Empress.

In addition, there was also an old man with white hair and beard, with a true dragon logo embroidered on his left chest, leading ten young adults wearing the same clothing, guarding Ji Liufeng and the Empress.

As soon as Jun Wuxie drove the carriage to the edge of the square, he saw that Ji Liufeng and the Empress didn't look too good, and the Eighth Prince was even more furious, facing the direction of the Qingshan Sword Sect, his hands clenched into fists at his waist.

Nearby, the crowd watching the excitement also had angry expressions on their faces.

Jun Wuxie's eyes turned slightly cold.

What happened?

Just as he was wondering, he heard a young sword cultivator from the Qingshan Sword Sect's platform looking at the angry Ji Beilan with a playful expression, saying: "Looking at you, you seem quite aggrieved? You should know that being able to associate with our Senior Brother Chanfeng is a blessing that your Great Zhou royal family has accumulated over several generations!"

"Your sect's disciple's words are a bit too much!" Ji Liufeng said to the higher-ups of the Qingshan Sword Sect with a沉着 face: "Although our Great Zhou royal family is far inferior to your Qingshan Sword Sect, we have no intention of associating with anyone from your sect. I hope your sect's disciples will not say such things again!"

"Well, Emperor of Great Zhou, although the words of our Qingshan Sword Sect's disciple are a bit direct, they are the truth." A core elder of the Qingshan Sword Sect said indifferently: "Chanfeng has heard that Great Zhou has a princess who is known as the legend of Great Zhou, and he is very interested in this extraordinary woman. Why doesn't Your Majesty take this opportunity to make it a good thing?"

Ji Liufeng's face was extremely gloomy upon hearing this.

He did not expect the higher-ups of the Qingshan Sword Sect to say such a thing.

The Great Zhou royal family could not afford to offend the Qingshan Sword Sect.

However, this matter was absolutely impossible to agree to, but he could not afford to fall out. If he refused euphemistically, the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect would definitely be relentless and say some harsh and unpleasant words.

"Your Majesty of Great Zhou, what are you still hesitating about?" The young sword cultivator of the Qingshan Sword Sect said with a smile: "Our Senior Brother Chanfeng is a figure on the Southern Domain Star Glory List, a peerless talent of the King level. Although Senior Brother Chanfeng already has a Dao companion, your Great Zhou princess can completely be a concubine for my senior brother, which is not a grievance. In the future, with Senior Brother Chanfeng as your backing, Great Zhou will surely prosper for another three thousand years!"

"You!" Ji Liufeng was so angry that the muscles on his face twitched fiercely, and he said coldly: "Yinlan is only seeking the martial path and has no other thoughts! Do not say such things again!"

"That's not necessarily true." At this time, behind the young sword cultivator, a young man with thick black hair, a face like a knife-cut, and a handsome appearance smiled and said confidently: "Why don't Your Majesty of Great Zhou let Ji Yinlan come and meet me. As long as she sees me, her heart will not only be on the martial path."

"Heh heh!" The Eighth Prince laughed in anger, saying: "Who do you think you are? If my sister were here, she wouldn't even look at you!"

"Boy, how can you talk to Senior Brother Chanfeng like that?" The young sword cultivator said playfully: "My senior brother is the person you will call brother-in-law in the future, don't be so disrespectful!"

The Eighth Prince's face was livid.

Just as he was about to retort, a carriage suddenly rushed in and stopped abruptly between the platforms of the Qingshan Sword Sect and the Great Zhou royal family.

The spirit horse's front hooves lifted into the air, neighing shrilly.

"Sister…"

The Eighth Prince opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

"Eighth Prince, what did that guy just say, did you hear it clearly?" Jun Wuxie jumped down from the carriage and asked Ji Beilan.

At this time, everyone's eyes were on the carriage and on Jun Wuxie.

The people of the capital all knew that Jun Wuxie's relationship with Ji Yinlan was very unusual.

At this time, he suddenly drove the carriage in, what was he going to do?

Undoubtedly, today's events, and the words and actions of the Qingshan Sword Sect's disciples, were a blatant insult to Jun Wuxie.

The Great Zhou princess was his confidante.

Now, the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect claimed that they wanted to take Ji Yinlan as a concubine.

Facing such a powerful sect as the Qingshan Sword Sect, what would Jun Wuxie do, and what could he do?

"What are you standing there for?" Jun Wuxie repeated: "Did you hear what he just said clearly?"

"Ah! No, I didn't hear clearly!"

The Eighth Prince reacted and immediately responded in this way.

"Did you hear that, he said he didn't hear what you just said." Jun Wuxie looked at the young sword cultivator and said: "Why don't you come down and say it to him again here?"

"Boy, what tricks are you trying to play?" The young sword cultivator sneered, flicked his sword robe, and stepped down from the platform.

He came to Jun Wuxie, his face full of sneer: "I'm here, you treat like…"

Buzz!

A golden palm suddenly slapped towards him.

The speed was so fast and the power so fierce that the space instantly exploded.

The young sword cultivator's pupils shrank sharply, and he was about to fight back.

With a poof sound.

Before his martial skill could be used, the golden palm struck his face heavily with the force of ten thousand jun.

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere, and the sound of bone cracking resounded throughout the audience.

Blood and brain matter splattered out together.

The young sword cultivator died instantly!

Above the neck, the entire head blossomed like a shattered watermelon.

His body swayed for a moment, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Jun Wuxie stepped on his corpse, his eyes staring at Chanfeng, the young man with thick black hair and a face like a knife-cut on the Qingshan Sword Sect's platform, like cold electricity, and mocked: "What kind of thing is this, dare to be noisy here, a mere earth chicken and tile dog!"

The whole scene was silent.

Here, hundreds of thousands of eyes were focused on him.

People were stunned.

No one expected that Jun Wuxie's counterattack would be so direct and fierce!

In front of everyone, in front of the Qingshan Sword Sect's higher-ups, to kill their core disciple with a palm, it was simply unimaginable!

Ji Liufeng, the Empress, the Eighth Prince and others were all stunned.

Old Wine, Uncle Bird and others who opened the car curtain were also stunned.

The people of the Qingshan Sword Sect recovered from their shock and anger, their faces were extremely gloomy, and cold light burst out in their eyes!