Chapter 89: The Puppet Master is About to Reveal Themselves

Outside the borders of the ancient kingdom of Zhuque, thousands of miles away from its imperial capital, there lies a city.

This city has already been occupied by the coalition forces of the three great ancient kingdoms.

At this moment, in the center of the city, within a luxurious palace.

On the ground, several corpses of dancing maidens lie scattered about.

The rulers of the Qinglong, Baihu, and Xuanwu kingdoms stand with their hands hanging at their sides.

Above them, within the bedchamber's gauzy curtains, a voice filled with cold fury resounds.

"To think you have failed! A million-strong coalition, and you can't even conquer a small Zhuque ancient kingdom!"

"The compass components were not brought to me, and even that Bai Yuer was not brought along. Are you all worthless fools?"

The voice is filled with rage, carrying a chilling intent.

The rulers of the Qinglong and Baihu kingdoms lower their heads slightly, remaining silent.

They have long grown accustomed to the unpredictable temperament of that young lord, who is prone to fits of rage.

As dignified sages, being scolded in such a manner causes the Baihu and Xuanwu rulers to alternate between pale and green, secretly gritting their teeth.

However, upon seeing the four dark figures standing nearby, their anger turns to helplessness.

"Jun Family's Divine Son, Jun Xiaoyao, ha... does he really think of himself as someone important?" The voice carries a sharp edge.

Indeed, Jun Xiaoyao's status and strength are rarely matched.

But that does not mean no one can rival him.

Although the Jun Family is immensely prosperous and glorious, it cannot dominate the entire Immortal Realm.

This young lord does not believe in such superstitions.

"Pass down the order, reorganize the army. In three days, I will personally lead the charge. Let’s see if that Jun Family Divine Son will give me face!" The voice commands coldly.

"Yes, obeying orders." The rulers of Qinglong and others clasp their hands and then exit the grand hall.

"As long as we gather the last component, we can obtain a complete bronze compass, which will be extremely helpful for exploring the Bronze Immortal Palace."

"No one can hinder me, not even the Jun Family Divine Son!"

...

Deep into the night.

In the luxurious palace of the Zhuque ancient kingdom.

The gentle sound of a guqin drifts faintly from the pavilion, soothing the heart and mind, as if transcending reality.

Inside the pavilion, Jun Xiaoyao sits cross-legged on the bed, the Fengming Qishan guqin resting on his lap.

His long, white fingers glide over the seven strings, producing a serene melody.

This piece is one of the top ten ancient guqin masterpieces he had heard in his previous life, "High Mountains and Flowing Water."

Listening to it, the restless heart seems to be calmed.

Jun Xiaoyao does not pay any mind to the so-called young lord, appearing quite relaxed and at ease.

While he plays the guqin, he also vaguely senses a faint ripple of spiritual energy.

"Is it my mysterious protector?" Jun Xiaoyao murmurs.

His protector seems to also use the sound of the guqin as a means of attack.

At this moment, hearing Jun Xiaoyao play, it is inevitable that a hint of fluctuation is revealed.

As the piece concludes, the mysterious protector still does not reveal themselves.

However, a knock sounds at the door.

"Come in." Jun Xiaoyao replies calmly.

Bai Yuer, dressed in a red gauzy dress, enters with a tray of tea.

"Divine Son, please enjoy the tea." Bai Yuer speaks obediently.

She had finally managed to get the chance to serve tea to Jun Xiaoyao from Jun Linglong.

As Bai Yuer presents the tea, she steals glances at Jun Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao playing the guqin exudes a unique aura, appearing even more extraordinary and ethereal.

Any woman who merely catches a glimpse would likely fall into a trance, unable to extricate herself.

"Mm." Jun Xiaoyao puts away the Fengming Qishan and takes the tea.

He takes a small sip.

Looking at Bai Yuer, he suddenly notices that the red gauzy dress she is wearing seems a bit sheer.

Her snow-white skin is faintly visible.

It subtly exudes a hint of allure.

Jun Xiaoyao feigns ignorance and continues to drink his tea.

Bai Yuer bites her lip slightly and says, "Divine Son, our Zhuque ancient kingdom has a specialty, the Zhuque Spirit Spring. Bathing in it not only relaxes the mind but also promotes smooth circulation throughout the body. Would you like to give it a try?"

"Mm, sure." Jun Xiaoyao nods.

Isn't this just a hot spring?

Bai Yuer beams with joy and leads Jun Xiaoyao to the Zhuque Spirit Spring.

Deep within the palace, there is a spring bubbling with warm spiritual energy.

Spiritual mist envelops the area, resembling a fairyland.

"Divine Son, let me serve you." Bai Yuer offers eagerly.

Jun Xiaoyao does not refuse.

One should enjoy what is to be enjoyed.

In the Zhuque ancient kingdom, there is probably no one who can experience the service of a princess.

Bai Yuer helps Jun Xiaoyao remove his outer robe.

In an instant, Jun Xiaoyao's upper body, as white and flawless as jade carved by the gods, is revealed before Bai Yuer's eyes.

Bai Yuer swallows hard.

She squeezes her legs together.

Jun Xiaoyao steps into the Zhuque Spirit Spring and lets out a long breath.

This hot spring is indeed quite nice.

Meanwhile, Bai Yuer's state is quite strange; her face flushes with an abnormal redness, and her jade-like hands tremble slightly as she massages Jun Xiaoyao's shoulders.

Jun Xiaoyao notices this and thinks to himself.

"Is she... aroused?"

"Divine Son..." Bai Yuer's voice trembles slightly, her crystal-like beautiful eyes glistening.

She is simply too tempted by Jun Xiaoyao's body.

Jun Xiaoyao closes his eyes and speaks in a calm tone, "Remember your identity, and don't overstep your bounds..."

His words fall like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking Bai Yuer up.

Indeed.

She is merely Jun Xiaoyao's female servant, and their statuses are completely mismatched.

Jun Xiaoyao is a man she cannot possess.

"I'm sorry, Divine Son. It was my rudeness." Bai Yuer bites her lip, feeling bitter inside.

Jun Xiaoyao shows no pity.

He is not that magnanimous, nor is he the type to go along with any woman who approaches him.

With women, he has no problem being physical.

But it must also involve genuine feelings.

Bai Yuer is just his female servant and a pawn; how could she have the right to touch him?

To think she could break through Jun Xiaoyao's chastity?

There is not even a door, let alone a window!

"Leave, let me be alone for a while." Jun Xiaoyao says coldly, closing his eyes to rest.

Bai Yuer leaves with a downcast expression.

However, her admiration and infatuation for Jun Xiaoyao remain undiminished.

Jun Xiaoyao overlooks one thing: the more unattainable something is, the more it becomes an object of desire.

...

Three short days pass.

During this time, the entire Zhuque ancient kingdom remains vigilant.

However, with Jun Xiaoyao and the Four Guardians of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain standing guard, the people of the ancient kingdom feel much more at ease.

Jun Xiaoyao has been leisurely these past few days, either playing the guqin or soaking in the hot spring.

At this moment, in the Zhuque Spirit Spring, Jun Linglong is brewing tea nearby, attending to him.

Jun Xiaoyao speaks casually, "If that guy doesn't come soon, I might have to go find him myself."

"Hehe, that person is probably wary of you, Divine Son, but he shouldn't give up easily." Jun Linglong smiles.

Sure enough, at that moment, Jun Xuehuang's voice comes from outside, reporting, "Reporting to the Divine Son, the coalition of the three ancient kingdoms is once again advancing towards the imperial capital."

"Finally coming? I’ve been waiting for this."

Jun Xiaoyao rises, and Jun Linglong thoughtfully helps him change into his clothes.

Dressed in pure white, Jun Xiaoyao, with a playful smile on his face, looks immaculate.

"Let me see what kind of person this so-called young lord really is..."