"My three hundred wives, all beautiful as flowers, either from noble families or ancient saintly lineages, not one could compare to the grace of Empress Lingyuan."
"All of them together aren't worth a single fingernail of hers!"
Lu Fugui sighed.
Of course, he could only feast his eyes on it.
Although Lu Fuguai was dissolute and lustful, he still had self-awareness.
Ling Yuan is not an ordinary saintly maiden, nor is she something he could ever imagine.
Even as the young master of the Lu family, he's not allowed to do that.
Unless it's someone of the caliber of a divine son like Jun, but is he?
Lu Fugui also knows that apart from his looks, he is in no way comparable to the young master of the Jun family.
Even in blacksmithing, Lu Fuguai felt...
As long as that Jun Family Divine Son is willing to learn a little, his forging level will definitely be countless times stronger than his.
So, this Lingyuan Shao Huang... I guess we can forget about that. Let's just take a look.
Facing countless burning gazes, Ling Yuan, even though she had already grown accustomed to them, still slightly furrowed her willow brows.
She disliked such a fiery gaze.
"Lingyuan Shao Huang, I am Xingyu Jiange's Holy Son. I hope to travel with Shao Huang."
"Lingyuan, the young emperor, I am Jiuxuanzong's chief disciple. I wish to protect you on your journey."
"Your Highness, I am Chu Xingyun from the Chu family…"
Many young and talented individuals eagerly volunteered to take on the task.
Ling Yuan's expression was serene. After a quick glance, she immediately locked onto the black-robed figure standing calmly in the crowd.
"Is it you who will regret that I am not seeing you?"
Ling Yuan looked at the man in black, her tone cold.
The hooded man remained silent.
"Follow me into the palace."
Ling Yuan turned and returned to the palace.
She doesn't want to show her violent side in public.
This detracts from her celestial empress's grace.
The Black Robe was either fearless or simply didn't care, and went straight in.
"Holy crap, I actually did it?"
Lu Fu Gui was dumbfounded.
He was just laughing at her, thinking that such a small trick could attract Lingyuan. It's a bit naive.
Now, it really worked.
A group of people were speechless, completely dumbfounded.
Many more people felt envious.
Because that cloaked person was the only one to be received alone by Ling Yuan during this time.
But soon, someone understood, a sneer spreading across their face.
"Look, that man in black, daring to make fun of the young empress Lingyuan, just wait and see how he gets blown out!"
Perhaps she could be stripped of her title by Princess Lingyuan.
“Indeed, I heard that Ling Yuan, the young emperor, has not been in a good mood lately…”
Actually, that's just how human nature is.
It's more painful to see others have something you don't than to not have it yourself.
Everyone is here watching the show.
Within the palace.
Only Lingyuan and the cloaked man were present.
Even Lian Ruying has left.
Because I don't want to see the tragic scene of that man in black.
"Oh, of all times, why would this have to happen now and provoke the Imperial Princess..."
Asakura sighed inwardly, mourning the black-clad man for a moment, before withdrawing.
Ling Yuan stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her expression cold and aloof, looking at the cloaked figure before her.
"You are unfortunate, for you have bumped into this Palace at its most ill-tempered."
Given her personality, she wouldn't resort to outright killing the robed man before her.
However, it can still be a valuable lesson.
It's also a way to vent some of the frustration I'm feeling.
At that moment, the hooded man let out a soft chuckle.
"Ling Yuan, could it be that you've had your period, and that's why you're so agitated?"
I heard a familiar voice.
Ling Yuan's originally aloof and elegant face was immediately filled with astonishment.
...even making light of her menstruation. <<<
At her cultivation level, her physical body is perfect and flawless. How could she possibly have menstruation?
The hooded figure pulled down their cowl and unfastened the black robe from their shoulders.
She was still in her flawless white robes, as pure as snow.

His handsome features were shrouded in a soft glow, his bearing elegant and graceful. He was strikingly beautiful, with an air of timeless charm.
Her slender figure, straight as bamboo, was as elegant as ever. Her features were refined like the wind, seeming like an immortal who had drifted away on the breeze.
Is it not Jun Xiaoyao, or someone else?
"You... you are carefree, how is this possible?"
Ling Yuan was stunned, her mind blank for a moment.
She even had a fleeting moment of doubt, wondering if someone had disguised themselves as Jun Xiaoyao using illusions or disguise.
But in an instant, she dismissed the idea.
Do not speak of Jun Xiaoyao's appearance, handsome to the point of being uncopyable.
Even if someone could barely imitate Jun Xiaoyao's appearance.
But that aloof and superior air, so detached from the world, is not something that can be easily imitated.
So she could be sure that the person before her was Jun Xiaoyao.
But…
Isn't Jun Xiaoyao injured and recuperating at the Jun Family?
How could he be in the fairy court, and standing before her?
Seeing Ling Yuan's repeatedly changing expression of astonishment, Jun Xiaoyao found it somewhat amusing.
"Well, don't you want to see me? Then I'll go."
"And so on..."
Ling Yuan bit her lip, unable to hold back any longer.
She is no longer as cold and aloof as she used to be.
She's acting like a lovesick little girl.
If those outside the palace, like Lu Fu Gui and others, were to see this, their eyes would surely pop out.
Is this still the peerless and cold Lengyuan Shao Huang?
"What on earth is going on? It's really you, but... something's not right..." Lingyuan was utterly confused.
"It's a long story, but also a simple one." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
"Could it be that the three great killer gods were besieging your dharma body? No, they wouldn't be foolish enough to do something like that."
Ling Yuan thought about it and immediately rejected the idea.
If the Three Great Divine Dynasties were to besiege and kill Jun Xiaoyao's dharma body, it would be too unprofessional, a disgrace to their title as the Godly Assassin Dynasties.
"They were right to besiege me, that was indeed my true self." Jun Xiaoyao stated truthfully.
"So, are you a dharma body now?" Lingyuan guessed again.
But she also felt something was wrong.
Because of the oppressive aura faintly emanating from Jun Xiaoyao, she felt a sense of suffocation.
Even if Jun Xiaoyao were to be even more powerful, he shouldn't be able to suppress her with just the aura of a dharma body.
"Now, I am the true self." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
"But..." Ling Yuan was speechless for a moment.
"Who said this deity could only have one body?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled and then said.
To tell you the truth, I've cultivated to the point of one qi transforming into three pure ones. The strength of my avatars and my main body are almost identical.
"Or perhaps, there is no longer a distinction between the true self and the avatars. As one, we are three in unity." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Then Ling Yuan finally understood.
One Qi transforms into Three Purities, that is the ultimate skill of the White-robed God King Jun Wuhuai.
And it is extremely difficult to cultivate.
Even if others obtained it, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to cultivate a clone with strength comparable to the deity's own.
But for the peerless Jun Xiaoyao, this didn't seem to be a difficult task at all.
"But you don't seem to have any aura of chaotic energy..." Ling Yuan was still puzzled.
If the one before me is truly another self, then why does he lack the chaotic aura characteristic of a being with a chaotic physique?
Jun Xiaoyao let out a sigh and slowly raised his hand.
Instantly, vast Qi and Daoist brilliance erupted simultaneously, illuminating each other!
The entire palace was ablaze with splendor.
Of course, this is Lingyuan's bedroom palace, engraved with an isolation formation. The outside world couldn't possibly spy on it.
Nor did anyone dare to casually use their divine sense to probe Ling Yuan's palace.
Lingyuan's eyes widened, her phoenix eyes nearly stopped breathing at the sight.
She felt an overwhelming sense of pressure!
"Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo!"
Lingyuan couldn't help but let out a cry.
How could Jun Xiaoyao suddenly possess such a peerless and invincible physique!

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