Chapter 109: Jiang Luoli's Jealousy

The entire Forbidden City was bustling with excitement due to the arrival of Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the ashen-faced Yang Pan and said calmly, "Not fighting is because I find it unnecessary; swatting you is no more troublesome than swatting a fly."

"Jun Xiaoyao, stop boasting. Do you really think that by extinguishing one of my avatars, you are invincible?" Yang Pan replied coldly.

He believed that Jun Xiaoyao's confidence stemmed from having easily destroyed his avatar.

"Heh..." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly, saying nothing more.

Yang Pan could not possibly understand Jun Xiaoyao's true abilities.

A cold glint flickered in Yang Pan's eyes.

With his volatile temperament, he almost couldn't resist launching into battle right then and there.

However, thinking about his ambition to compete for the position of the imperial son-in-law, Yang Pan suppressed his anger for the time being.

Once he secured the position, he would challenge Jun Xiaoyao again and settle their rivalry atop the Forbidden City.

Jun Xiaoyao was clearly aware of Yang Pan's thoughts.

He didn't care whether the fight happened sooner or later; the outcome would remain unchanged.

As the flames of battle temporarily subsided, the surrounding cultivators continued to marvel.

Jun Xiaoyao's entrance was too overwhelming, directly extinguishing the invincible aura of the Champion Marquis.

However, they were also curious whether Jun Xiaoyao would participate in the competition for the imperial son-in-law.

Jun Xiaoyao walked over to the Jun family side.

"Divine Son!" Jun Zhangjian and the others clasped their hands in greeting, their eyes filled with joy.

Recently, they had been troubled by the incessant rumors.

But with Jun Xiaoyao's appearance, all the slanderous rumors were dispelled without a fight.

"Xiaoyao, I knew you wouldn't avoid battle," Jiang Shengyi said with a smile as she approached.

"Sister Shengyi," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Jiang Luoli, watching the two, blinked her big eyes.

She didn't think too much about it.

"Divine Son, we meet again. The last time we played music all night is still fresh in my memory, unforgettable."

At that moment, a stunning beauty approached; it was the Tianqin Maiden.

Her tone carried a hint of nostalgia, and her eyes revealed a trace of longing.

After learning Jun Xiaoyao's true identity, she felt a mix of surprise and admiration.

However, the Tianqin Maiden did not know that Jun Xiaoyao had only used her once.

"Wha... what? Playing music all night?"

Jiang Luoli was struck as if by lightning, her whole being seemed petrified.

"It was clearly me who initiated it..." Jiang Luoli pouted, a strong sense of jealousy enveloping her.

"Miss Jiang, you misunderstood; it was music, not romance," the Tianqin Maiden explained.

Jiang Luoli still felt a bit uneasy; after all, it was an all-night affair—who knew what inappropriate things might have happened?

"What are you thinking, you silly girl?" Jun Xiaoyao lightly tapped Jiang Luoli's head.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao, who was deeply entangled in a love triangle, even Jun Zhangjian couldn't help but feel envious, saying, "If only I had even a tenth of the Divine Son's charm."

"Are you thinking about peaches?" Jun Xuehuang retorted.

At that moment, a grand voice echoed from deep within the palace.

A golden arch bridge extended from the distant sky, and a group of people slowly approached.

At the forefront was a middle-aged man dressed in imperial robes, his demeanor imposing, exuding the authority of one who rules the world.

This man was none other than the Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, Panwu Shenzhu.

Behind him followed a group of princes and princesses.

Wu Mingyue and the Third Prince were among them.

The Third Prince immediately noticed Jun Xiaoyao, and a chill ran down his spine, sinking to the depths of despair.

"It's over; it really is him, the Divine Son of the Jun family..."

Previously, the Third Prince had a vague premonition.

Now, it had come true.

He had bribed the Underworld's assassin to kill the Divine Son of the Jun family.

If this were to be exposed, the Third Prince could hardly imagine the consequences.

"It's fine, stay calm. That Underworld assassin will die without revealing my identity," the Third Prince thought to himself.

Just then, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze happened to fall on the Third Prince.

The Third Prince stiffened all over.

Jun Xiaoyao revealed a faint smile and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the Third Prince forced a smile onto his face.

In his heart, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that Jun Xiaoyao doesn't know I was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes," the Third Prince thought.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao suspected him, without evidence, it wouldn't hold.

At worst, the Third Prince could deny everything and play dumb.

Unfortunately, the Third Prince did not realize that Jun Xiaoyao's smile was that of a devil.

Wu Mingyue also spotted Jun Xiaoyao, and her expression instantly became unnatural.

"He really came," Wu Mingyue sighed, feeling unusually nervous.

After all, her life was still in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

"Is that the eldest princess of the Divine Dynasty? It's my first time seeing her; she truly is a beauty!"

"Indeed, I finally understand why so many prodigies are vying for the position of imperial son-in-law. Not only can they soar to great heights, but they can also win such a beauty."

Many cultivators looked at Wu Mingyue, their eyes filled with admiration.

Wu Mingyue, dressed in a bright red gown, was enchanting and stunning, unparalleled in beauty.

"Mingyue..."

In a corner, Xiao Chen's heart surged with emotion, his expression subtly revealing excitement and longing.

Wu Mingyue was his woman, and today he would not let her go to anyone else!

"Thank you all for coming to this banquet. Today is also the day my daughter Mingyue chooses her imperial son-in-law. Only the outstanding prodigies can become the imperial son-in-law of our Panwu Divine Dynasty."

Panwu Shenzhu spoke, his voice resonating throughout the venue.

"Next, the banquet will begin, and all the young talents may compete and spar."

As Panwu Shenzhu's words fell, the banquet officially commenced.

"Haha, then let me go first and embarrass myself. I have admired Princess Mingyue for a long time."

A handsome young man with a long sword on his back jumped onto the prepared platform and laughed.

"He's a true disciple of the Tiannan Sword Sect, a prodigy with considerable strength," some cultivators remarked.

The Tiannan Sword Sect was also a top-tier swordsmanship force.

However, Wu Mingyue didn't even glance at the prodigy.

"Heh..."

A cold laugh rang out; it was Yang Pan.

He directly thrust out a spear, and the terrifying spear light rippled through the air.

The Tiannan Sword Sect's true disciple's expression changed drastically; he drew his sword from his back to defend.

However, with one strike, the true disciple spat blood and was sent flying, a bloody hole appearing in his shoulder.

Even worse, the true disciple's bones were shattered.

Several elders from the Tiannan Sword Sect rushed forward to check, their faces pale with horror.

But due to Yang Pan's status and the presence of Panwu Shenzhu, they dared not voice their anger.

"Hmph, this imperial son-in-law position is what I, the Marquis, want. Anyone who dares to contest it can come up and fight!"

Yang Pan stood atop the platform, clad in the Tiangang Divine Armor, holding the Shanguang Divine Spear, exuding an unmatched aura.

Boom!

Just as Yang Pan's words fell, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from a banquet area behind him.

Accompanying it was a cold shout filled with determination.

"Only I, Xiao Chen, can be Mingyue's imperial son-in-law. As for you, Yang Pan, get as far away as you can!"