Starting with Check-In Sacred Body of the Ancients-Chapter 102: The Third Prince’s Cold Intent, Assassin Organization, Youming Tian!

Chapter 102 - 102: The Third Prince's Cold Intent, Assassin Organization, Youming Tian!

Watching Tianqin Fairy's demeanor, many of the male talents present felt as if they could hear their own hearts breaking.

However, they also knew their own limitations and understood that Jun Xiaoyao was not someone to be trifled with.

Jun Xiaoyao observed Tianqin Fairy's moved expression, a faint curve appearing on his lips.

Facts proved that there were no so-called ice mountain beauties in this world.

The reason she treated you coldly was not due to her personality, but simply because she didn't think highly of you.

The Third Prince was just such a tragic existence.

His status and position were not low, but in terms of personality, ability, and other aspects, he did not meet Tianqin Fairy's standards.

In contrast, in Tianqin Fairy's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was practically an immortal-like existence.

Setting aside his mysterious identity and terrifying strength for the moment.

Just his masterful qin skills alone were enough to make Tianqin Fairy's heart flutter.

But unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao was not interested in Tianqin Fairy.

However, in order to set up the Third Prince, Jun Xiaoyao had no choice but to agree.

"Since Tianqin Fairy has extended such an invitation, it would be disrespectful for me to refuse," Jun Xiaoyao said gently.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao agree, Tianqin Fairy was overjoyed. Her previously ice-cold expression bloomed into a captivating smile.

This made the Third Prince so jealous he was about to get red-eye disease.

He couldn't buy a smile from the beauty even with a thousand gold, yet a casual agreement from Jun Xiaoyao made Tianqin Fairy smile so sweetly.

"Young Master, please..." Tianqin Fairy seemed somewhat impatient, wanting to discuss the Way of the Qin with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, and with Qin Xuan, left with Tianqin Fairy.

Leaving behind a group of sycophantic admirers, looking at each other, disheveled in the wind.

"Sigh, Third Prince, we fought for so long, only to end up making a wedding dress for someone else," the Young Master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce walked over, gave a bitter smile, and shook his head slightly.

"Are you really willing to let that fellow defile Tianqin Fairy?" A hint of gloom appeared in the Third Prince's eyes.

"I'll only advise you this once: it's best not to provoke that person," the Young Master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce said.

"Oh? You know his identity?" A glint flashed in the Third Prince's eyes.

"I don't, it's just an intuition," the Young Master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce said.

He had met far too many people; he had developed an intuition for who could be provoked and who couldn't.

"Can't provoke him? Hah, so what if he's a successor of an immortal orthodoxy? I am also a prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty," the Third Prince snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left.

"Sigh, not listening to good advice, suffering will be right before your eyes," the Young Master of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce secretly shook his head.

He vaguely felt that this Third Prince was probably going to suffer great misfortune.

...

The qin competition at Xianqiong Pavilion thus came to an end.

However, it stirred up considerable waves.

Because this was the first time a member of the younger generation had surpassed Tianqin Fairy in the Way of the Qin.

The fact that Feng Qingling, the noble lady of Myriad Phoenix Spirit Mountain, was crushed by a mysterious young master shocked many people even more.

In the imperial capital, cultivators in many restaurants and teahouses were discussing this news.

"With the Eldest Princess's consort selection approaching, all sorts of powerful young talents are emerging."

"Indeed, that Feng Qingling of Myriad Phoenix Spirit Mountain can be considered a prominent figure among the younger generation, yet she was defeated so easily."

"I really don't know what other freaks will emerge later."

"I'm actually looking forward to the arrival of the Jun family's Divine Son. Unfortunately, it seems there's been no news of his arrival."

"Let's keep waiting. I believe that Divine Son of the Jun family will definitely not let Champion Hou act so arrogantly."

...

In the eastern part of the imperial capital, a secluded mountain villa with an elegant environment.

From within, faint qin music drifted out from time to time, intoxicating those who heard it.

The moon was high in the sky.

Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white, stepped out of the mountain villa, followed by a reluctant Tianqin Fairy.

"Young Master, it's already so late. Won't you rest in the villa?" Tianqin Fairy's words carried a hint of longing.

She and Jun Xiaoyao had been playing the qin and discussing the Dao in the villa, a comfortable and pleasant experience.

She had never experienced such a feeling before.

"No, I still have matters to attend to. I'll take my leave first," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Is that so? That's truly a pity. I hope there will be another opportunity to meet Young Master," Tianqin Fairy's jade-like face showed a hint of sadness.

Jun Xiaoyao turned to leave but was stopped by Tianqin Fairy.

"We've interacted for so long, yet I still don't know Young Master's name?" Tianqin Fairy asked, a light shining in her eyes.

"Becoming an immortal is easy, but to be carefree (Xiaoyao) is difficult. Farewell," Jun Xiaoyao left. (TN: Xiaoyao is part of Jun Xiaoyao's name and means carefree/unfettered.)

"Becoming an immortal is easy, but to be carefree (Xiaoyao) is difficult..."

Tianqin Fairy murmured, and then her delicate body trembled as if struck by lightning, her beautiful pupils widening.

"So... it was actually him..." Tianqin Fairy took a deep breath.

Surprise, astonishment, delight – various emotions churned within her.

She had actually interacted alone with such a transcendent existence for so long.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao walked through the void.

"I've already stayed for so long. Can that person still hold back?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze flickered.

He naturally wasn't idle enough to just play the qin and discuss the Dao with Tianqin Fairy.

Aside from wanting to obtain the three hundred pieces of Immortal Origin, his most important goal was to set a trap for the Third Prince.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was pondering this in his mind.

He suddenly noticed that the surrounding sounds of people and clamor seemed to have disappeared.

Even the lights from the pavilions and towers around the imperial capital had been completely extinguished.

The surroundings plunged into absolute darkness; not even the chirping of insects or birds could be heard.

"Oh? Have they come?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyebrow raised.

It was obvious that he had fallen into an isolation formation.

Just then, a shadow suddenly emerged from behind Jun Xiaoyao. A blood-red sword edge stabbed towards Jun Xiaoyao's back.

Hedao Realm! (TN: Hedao - Dao Merging Realm)

Jun Xiaoyao immediately identified the person's aura.

"Die!"

A hoarse voice came from the shadow's mouth.

The blood-colored sword edge carried a deadly sharpness.

"Blood Kill Sword Technique. You are an assassin from Youming Tian," Jun Xiaoyao's figure turned sideways, and he blasted a palm towards the sword edge while speaking. (TN: Youming Tian - Nether Sky or Dark Heaven)

Youming Tian was an assassin organization in the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain with an infamous reputation.

As long as a sufficient price was paid, they could assassinate anyone.

They even dared to assassinate people from immortal orthodoxies.

"Ignorant!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao use his palm to block his sword edge, that assassin let out a cold sneer.

His cultivation realm was already one level higher than Jun Xiaoyao's, and he was using a Marquis-grade weapon to execute a top-tier assassination sword technique.

Under these circumstances, Jun Xiaoyao actually retaliated with his palm. In his eyes, it was utterly foolish.

However, in the next moment, that assassin from Youming Tian could no longer smile.

Clang!

A sound like metal clashing rang out.

Jun Xiaoyao, barehanded, shattered the Marquis-grade weapon.

Not only that, but immortal radiance surged on his right arm, and brilliance騰騰 (billowed/surged).

Six Da Luo Immortal Bones simultaneously augmented his power.

A punch blasted out, and the void trembled, rippling with waves.

"How is this possible!" Horror condensed in the assassin's pupils.

Pfft!

Jun Xiaoyao's punch directly smashed that assassin into a bloody pulp.

A rain of blood drifted down.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained icy. He glanced around and said lightly, "Come out. Why bother hiding?"

"Hehe, I underestimated you, prey. Which immortal orthodoxy's successor are you?"

In the surrounding dark night, four figures materialized.

Aside from three black-clothed individuals, there was actually a blood-clothed person.

A Blood-Clothed Assassin from Youming Tian, with a cultivation realm at the Nirvana Realm! (TN: Nirvana Realm is a higher cultivation stage.)

(End of this Chapter)