"Jade Xuan, I absolutely didn't mean that."
Yang Hong's expression was also a bit awkward.
Although he did harbor those thoughts, being exposed like this felt like a slap in the face.
The surrounding cultivators, each a prodigy in their own right, were abuzz with discussion. Their gazes upon Yang Hong held a mixture of doubt, scorn, and ridicule.
This made Yang Hong feel rather ashamed.
And then Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said faintly, "It's not necessary to be like this. I didn't say that there was anything wrong with this fellow."
"It's nothing. I think the Holy Son of Xuanyuan Sacred Land wouldn't mind this either, right?"
The Xuan Yuan Saint Son, upon hearing this, also hurriedly clasped his hands and smiled apologetically: "Young Master Yun Xiao is jesting. I and the young master's friends are just a misunderstanding."
As long as Yang Hong and Jun Xiaoyao have nothing to do with each other, the Xuan Yuan Saint Son will feel relieved.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, then let's just forget about it. Come in." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand casually.
Prince Yu Xuan, Princess Yu Xian and others also followed closely behind.
As for Yang Hong, he stood there, his body trembling slightly.
He naturally had no face to follow up.
With his head bowed, Yang Hong's expression was sinister.
And he didn't notice, either, that a brand had been seared silently onto his skin.
A profound look flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.
With Yang Hong's cultivation level, he naturally couldn't detect the soul imprint he had left behind.
Although Jun Xiaoyao did not sense the aura of Qi Yun Long on Yang Hong.
But he always felt it couldn't be a coincidence.
So let's leave a mark and lay in wait.
Even if it was all a misunderstanding in the end, he didn't lose anything.
Then, Jun Xiaoyao was surrounded by adulation and entered Xiayue Building.
And that Xuan Yuan Saint Son, with a brazen face leading the way ahead, where was there even a hint of the demeanor befitting the top talent of the Southern Heaven Realm?
Until Jun Xiaoyao and the others entered Xiayue Tower.
Yang Hong had just raised his face.
He didn't say anything, his figure disappearing into thin air.
Until he left Xiayue City, Yang Hong finally roared.
"It's despicable! How could I, Yang Hong, ever suffer such humiliation!"
Yang Hong let out a long, mournful cry to the heavens.
I feel that I was born at an unfortunate time.
He, who was originally the son of a saint dragon ancient sect, should have had a bright future.
But now, it has fallen to such a state.
The Saint Dragon Ancient Sect, I can't stay here any longer.
Even if the Profound Origin Holy Land doesn't target them, other forces will still target and divide up their remaining value.
... , Yang Hong had befriended Prince Yu Xuan and others. ...
He was also thinking of finding a way out for himself, perhaps joining the School of Inheritance.
And now, this road has also been blocked.
"Young Master Yun Xiao, I have no grievances with you. Why do you make things so difficult for me? It's embarrassing!" Yang Hong gritted his teeth almost to the point of breaking them.
He didn't care whether his motives were pure or not.
But it was only because he had carelessly shed his mask that you were able to see him.
And at that moment.
Suddenly, a voice reached his ears.
"Saint Dragon Ancient Sect's Heir, Yang Hong."
"Well, who?!"
Yang Hong's eyes swept across the room, his expression alert.
Then, he saw him, the robed figure standing in the void.
He was shrouded in a robe, obscuring his features.
"Who are you?" Yang Hong asked, frowning.
"There is no need to be so wary, I pose absolutely no threat to you," the robed man said.
"I wonder what brings you here?" Yang Hong asked.
"I just think it's a shame that the Shenglong Ancient Sect has fallen like this."
"Don't you want to revive the Saint Dragon Ancient Sect once again?" the man in black asked back.
"That's easier said than done." Yang Hong shook his head slightly.

The robed man then said, “Aren’t you curious about the forbidden land where the high-ranking members of the Holy Dragon Ancient Sect perished?”
"Perhaps the opportunity to revive your Shenglong Ancient Sect lies within that forbidden zone."
Yang Hong's eyes narrowed. "That kind of place is beyond my reach."
"I can help you," the robed figure said.
"Why are you helping me again?" Yang Hong said.
He is not that naive.
"Well, I presume you have some grievances against that young master Yun," the robed man said.
Yang Hong remained silent, but clearly acquiesced.
"I feel the same way, so our goals align. Why not cooperate?" said the man in black.
Yang Hong frowned slightly.
Honestly, anyone would be suspicious and think that this person in black has an ulterior motive.
But Yang Hong is, indeed, at a dead end now.
Like a headless fly.

"That works too." Yang Hong nodded slightly.
But in his heart, he was obviously still on guard and not naive enough to trust directly.
"Cool." The man in black also smiled.
But they both knew the relationship was fragile.
The Slanting Moon City, inside the Slanting Moon Tower.
The arrival of Jun Xiaoyao undoubtedly caused a stir.
Many prodigies went to visit out of admiration.
Jun Xiaoyao also behaved very naturally and calmly, without any arrogance or airs.
This earned quite a bit of goodwill from many prodigies.
"Cloud Xiao, the young master, the boundary will be opened next. We hope that the young master can give us some guidance."
After all, with Young Master's monstrous talent, even a casual word from him is like gold, beneficial and insightful to us.
The Holy Son of Xuanyuan, at this moment, seems to have transformed into a lackey, doing everything he can to flatter.
But nobody scorned him.
If it were someone else, they would lick more intensely.
"Of course, we younger generations naturally need to communicate more, so that we can grow rapidly and face the future crises." Jun Xiaoyao smiled slightly.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's such broad mind and noble bearing, all the talented youths in attendance were also utterly convinced.
And then, days later, Xiayue City was bustling with activity.
Because the world has just begun.
Some famous prodigies have also come.
Over at the Hall of Heavenly Emperors, people have also arrived.
But not Chu Xiao, who was not at the center of the storm, but Song Miaoyu, the Holy Maiden of the Human Emperor's Palace.
"The Emperor's Palace dares to send someone here? Is it trying to lose face even more?"
Many people looking at the Human Emperor's Hall whispered to each other.
...But Song Miaoyu, her eyes calm, as if she hadn't heard at all. ...
Next, the event will be held.
In the past, when grand tournaments were held, there was always a fierce competition among talented individuals. They vied for supremacy with each other.
And this year, something feels off, the atmosphere is different.
All eyes were on Jun Xiaoyao.
His solitary brilliance eclipsed all the geniuses in the world.
It can be said that unless a descendant of the Three Emperors appears, there are not many prodigies who can rival Jun Xiaoyao's glory.
However, speaking of which.
Emperor's descendant Chu Xiao has already suffered a defeat, losing face.
His reputation is not completely ruined, but it has certainly taken a hit. He no longer inspires the same level of awe and admiration.
The heir of the Dihuang, it's also almost certain to be Jun Xiaoyao's sister.
The descendants of the Human Emperor and the Earth Emperor pose no threat to Your Majesty's position.
Only the heir of the Emperor yet to be born remains shrouded in mystery, piquing curiosity and anticipation.
Many people are speculating whether the heir apparent to the throne, if born, would be able to rival the glory of the young master of the Yun clan?

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