Chapter 97: The Guiding Girl Qin Xuan
As the entire Immortal Domain was in turmoil,
Jiun Xiaoyao, at the center of the storm, was nearing the imperial capital of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.
He had passed through several teleportation arrays along the way and arrived at Panwu Daozhou.
The imperial capital of the Panwu Divine Dynasty was located in the central region of Panwu Daozhou.
With just over half a month left, it was enough time for Jiun Xiaoyao to make his arrangements.
At that moment, a voice came from outside the carriage, belonging to the nine-headed lion.
“Master, the Panwu Divine Dynasty's imperial capital is just ahead.”
Upon hearing this, Jiun Xiaoyao lifted the curtain of the carriage to take a look.
Ahead stood an extraordinarily grand and magnificent giant city, towering over the land.
The entire city was vast and boundless, with walls extending infinitely like the Great Wall.
Inside the imperial capital, pavilions and towers, bustling markets, and throngs of people filled the streets.
Floating islands hung in the sky, adorned with palaces, resembling divine abodes.
“This Panwu Divine Dynasty truly lives up to its reputation as an immortal dynasty; it has quite the grandeur,” Jiun Xiaoyao remarked as he surveyed the scene.
The immortal orthodoxy, transcendent above all, was a behemoth in the Immortal Domain, each one not to be underestimated.
It was precisely for this reason that although the Jiun family and the Ancestor Dragon Nest had deep-seated enmity, they had never instigated an immortal war.
Both sides understood that completely eradicating an immortal force was no simple task.
Of course, to be precise, it was the Ancestor Dragon Nest that was more wary of the Jiun family.
The Panwu Divine Dynasty, established by the great Emperor Panwu, though not at its peak, had not fallen much either.
Jiun Xiaoyao descended from the sky, and the nine-headed lion broke free from its reins, following him.
“Dogsheng, don’t you think you’re being too conspicuous?” Jiun Xiaoyao glanced sideways.
The nine-headed lion, shining like it was cast from gold, radiated a dazzling light that was almost blinding.
Jiun Xiaoyao did not want to become a spectacle like a monkey in a zoo, attracting attention.
Moreover, some of the things he needed to do were not suitable for being too ostentatious.
“Master, can you not call me by my real name?” the nine-headed lion murmured, somewhat disgruntled.
Then, its form suddenly shrank, and under Jiun Xiaoyao's gaze, it transformed into a...
Uh... a Shiba Inu.
Indeed, in Jiun Xiaoyao's eyes, it looked no different from a Shiba Inu.
However, it was a Shiba Inu with nine heads, which appeared somewhat strange and comical.
“Is this a walking emoji? Well, whatever,” Jiun Xiaoyao sighed lightly.
At least the nine-headed Shiba Inu was not so ostentatious anymore.
Jiun Xiaoyao walked leisurely, hands behind his back, entering the imperial capital through the city gate.
The guards at the city gate, upon seeing Jiun Xiaoyao, displayed expressions of surprise and suspicion, not daring to stop him.
This was because Jiun Xiaoyao's aura was simply too transcendent.
Divine light faintly surrounded him, enveloped in celestial brilliance, exuding an air of immortality and Dao intent.
This was naturally attributed to the Da Luo Immortal Bone he had refined.
Jiun Xiaoyao's appearance was also shrouded in celestial light, making it hard to see him clearly.
Thus, without any obstruction, Jiun Xiaoyao directly entered the imperial capital.
After Jiun Xiaoyao left, a young guard curiously asked, “Captain, why didn’t you stop that person to check his identity? The higher-ups mandated that all cultivators entering the city must be checked.”
“You naive fool, do you think someone like that can be casually stopped for a check? He might be a scion of some immortal orthodoxy, his status not lower than that of the Crown Princess!” the captain glared at him.
“Oh, I see.” The young guard nodded repeatedly, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.
Once Jiun Xiaoyao entered the imperial capital, he attracted quite a few gazes.
Although his appearance was obscured by a mist, that aura could not be concealed.
Many young women and female cultivators from powerful factions kept stealing glances at Jiun Xiaoyao.
In the entire wasteland of the Immortal Domain, many knew of Jiun Xiaoyao's name.
However, very few had actually seen him.
Moreover, many disciples from immortal orthodoxies bore royal bodies, divine bodies, etc., all shrouded in misty auras.
Not every person enveloped in celestial light could be Jiun Xiaoyao, right?
Thus, no one saw through him.
At that moment, a young girl dressed in a simple blue cloth skirt approached hesitantly, her expression uncertain, but she finally gritted her teeth and stepped forward.
“Sir, is this your first time in the Divine Dynasty's imperial capital? I, Qin Xuan, can guide you and provide information.”
The girl named Qin Xuan appeared anxious.
She had welcomed many disciples from powerful factions, but encountering someone as mysterious and transcendent as Jiun Xiaoyao was a first.
The other female cultivators dared only to observe from a distance, lacking the courage to approach.
“Oh?” Jiun Xiaoyao's gaze fell on Qin Xuan, his brow slightly raised.
Qin Xuan was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, yet her cultivation was already at the Great Perfection of the Divine Bridge Realm.
He noticed this but said nothing.
“Alright, then you lead the way,” Jiun Xiaoyao casually took out a piece of top-grade divine source.
A crowd of onlookers was left dumbfounded.
“Wow, that’s a top-grade divine source! That young master is too wealthy!”
“He must be a descendant of some immortal force; I really envy that girl!”
Exclamations arose around them, and many female cultivators bit their lips and stamped their feet, secretly cursing themselves for missing the opportunity.
Qin Xuan's mouth slightly opened, appearing somewhat taken aback.
Jiun Xiaoyao, however, maintained a calm demeanor.
For him, a top-grade divine source was merely the most ordinary currency he possessed.
“Sir, let me tell you about the recent news. In a few days, the Divine Dynasty's Crown Princess will hold a banquet to select a consort.”
“Also, the Champion Marquis will challenge the Jiun family's divine son at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City.”
“I’ve heard that the Jiun family’s divine son is a figure akin to an immortal, unmatched among his peers.”
As Qin Xuan spoke of Jiun Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes brimmed with admiration.
After all, Jiun Xiaoyao had become the dream of countless young women in the Immortal Domain.
Meanwhile, the nine-headed lion following him revealed a strange expression.
If this girl knew that the person beside her was the Jiun family’s divine son she admired, she would probably faint from excitement.
However, when she mentioned the Champion Marquis, her emotions clearly shifted, revealing a hint of animosity.
Jiun Xiaoyao noticed this and casually asked, “If the Jiun family’s divine son truly accepts the challenge, who do you hope will win?”
Upon hearing this, Qin Xuan's eyes filled with deep-seated hatred as she replied without hesitation, “I hope the Jiun family’s divine son wins, and even kills that Champion Marquis!”
A strange light flashed in Jiun Xiaoyao's eyes as he said, “At your age, having reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Bridge Realm, your background must be quite remarkable. How did you end up as a guide?”
Qin Xuan clenched her fist, her voice slightly heavy as she said, “I was originally from the Qin Tian Marquis House; my father is the Qin Tian Marquis of the Divine Dynasty.”
“And my mother was a well-known beauty in the Divine Dynasty. Later, she caught the eye of the Champion Marquis, who wanted to take her into his harem. My father refused, and as a result, he was killed, and my mother committed suicide.”
“The entire marquis house fell into decline, and I could only wander outside.” Qin Xuan spoke softly, her eyes filled with an unresolvable hatred.
“I see,” Jiun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
He didn’t feel much sympathy; after all, there were too many people in this world worthy of sympathy.
Jiun Xiaoyao was not the type to pity those who suffered misfortune.
“Sorry for sharing so much personal matter; I must have displeased you, sir,” Qin Xuan forced a smile as she regained her composure.
“Don’t you want revenge?” Jiun Xiaoyao asked.
“Revenge? The Champion Marquis is like a local emperor in the Panwu Divine Dynasty; who could possibly take revenge on him?” Qin Xuan replied bitterly, feeling utterly powerless.
“On the royal city, at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City, perhaps you can look forward to it.”
Jiun Xiaoyao spoke lightly, hands behind his back, walking leisurely ahead.
Watching Jiun Xiaoyao's back, Qin Xuan was momentarily stunned.
She didn’t quite understand what Jiun Xiaoyao meant by that.