n is powerful enough to fight against quasi-emperors.Although it is not a pureblood, this Qilin ox also possesses the strength of a Great Saint realm, and should not be underestimated."The Flame Serpe..."I'm sorry, Xiaoyao. That King Fufeng is targeting you because of me. It has nothing to do with you."

A trace of apology crossed Luo Xiangling's face.

After all, anyone would hesitate to make an enemy of someone who is almost immortal.

While you live carefree, it's all just a misfortune.

It was only because she was close to Luo Xiangling that she became the target of King Fu Feng.

"Senior Xiangling, there's no need to apologize. This isn't your fault," Jun Xiaoyao said with a slight smile.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's attitude, Luo Xiangling also sighed inwardly.

If it were other prodigies, with such blatant misfortune upon them, they would surely be consumed by rage, their hearts filled with resentment.

But you, with a carefree spirit and an unperturbed countenance.

This kind of personality, she truly admires.

"It's been a while since we last had a discussion. Ever since I talked with you, I haven't felt like talking to anyone else," Luo Xiangling chuckled lightly.

This is also why she did not attend the ancient and supreme Daoist assembly.

She felt that communicating with those people was less rewarding than communicating with Jun Xiaoyao.

"That would be an honor, my lord." Jun Xiaoyao also smiled.

The two were about to enter the house.

At that moment, a scroll of painting unexpectedly slipped from Jun Xiaoyao's sleeve and fell to the ground.

"Huh"

Luo Xiangling noticed.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly, and he bent down to pick it up.

But that scroll of paintings, unexpectedly floated into the hands of Luo Xiangling.

"This is..." Luo Xiangling's beautiful eyes held a hint of curiosity.

"Senior Xiangling, this…" Jun Xiaoyao showed a hint of faint anxiety at the right time.

Luo Xiangling, however, was curious and unrolled the painting.

Then, as if struck by lightning, he stood frozen in place.

Drawn on the paper is a woman standing by the riverbank.

A cloud of smoke shrouds her long skirt, which flutters in the wind like a fairy about to take flight.

Autumn water for the divine jade for bone, lotus like face willow like eyebrow.

Her eyes shone brightly, gazing into the distance.

A breathtakingly beautiful landscape painting.

Any man who sees the fairy-like beauty in the painting would be utterly captivated, lost in admiration and longing.

More importantly, this is not simply a painting.

The woman in the painting and the river seem to be moving.

This is imbued with magic and Taoist essence. Anyone who glances at it, even for a moment, can gain some insight!

"This... Is this me"

Luoxiangling was stunned.

Is the woman in the painting herself

However, what troubled Luoxiangling's mind was...

Under the scroll of beauties, there are countless inscriptions.

"The Song of the Goddess Luo…"

Luo Xiang's lips murmured softly, like jade.

Its form resembles a startled crimson, graceful like a swimming dragon, radiant like autumn chrysanthemums, and luxuriant like spring pines.

From afar, it resembles the sun rising amidst dawn clouds; up close, it shines like a lotus emerging from green water.

Her cloud-like bun was high and elegant, her eyebrows finely drawn together. Her vermilion lips were full and bright, and her teeth pearly white. Her eyes were clear and kind, with dimples on her cheeks that seemed to hold power.

A glance, a jade-like beauty. Unspoken words, fragrance like orchid blossoms. A graceful and alluring form, causing me to forget my meals.

Luo Xiangling muttered to herself, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

The people in the painting are beautiful.

The word is truly exceptional.

It is inconceivable that such a world-shaking poem could be written by a young man.

But what truly stirred Luo Xiangling's heart was...

On this scroll, there lies a drop of blood, most conspicuous.

What does this represent

The creation of this artwork and inscription required immense effort and dedication.

Otherwise, every stroke will not be imbued with the essence of Tao.

"Xiāo Yáo, you…"

Luoxiangling looked at Jun Xiaoyao, her bright eyes trembling slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao poured his heart and soul into this poem and painting.

If it were any woman, her heart would not be at peace.

"I'm sorry for being so presumptuous as to inscribe and paint a work for Senior Xiangling. I hope I haven't overstepped, Senior." Jun Xiaoyao revealed a hint of mild anxiety at the opportune moment.

"No, it's very well done, and the words are good too. I didn't expect that not only would you be incredibly talented, but you also possess such a breathtakingly amazing talent."

Luo Xiangling seemed to be getting to know Jun Xiaoyao all over again.

There's such astonishing talent here.

The painting and the words are definitely not something an ordinary person could create.

To be honest, even Luo Xiangling couldn't believe it when she saw it. The painting and the poem were about her.

What made Luo Xiangling's heart skip a beat even more was.

Why did Jun Xiaoyao create this poem and painting

Could it be because...

"Xiaoyao, can you give this to me" Luo Xiangling asked.

“This... If senior doesn't mind, of course.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Don't call me senior, just call me by my name." Luo Xiangling said.

"Alright, Xiangling." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Hearing this address, Luo Xiangling's heart skipped a beat, and then she turned around and said.

"Go cultivate first, and then we'll discuss further."

After saying that, Luoxiangling hurried back to her room.

Looking at Luoxiangling's departing figure, a trace of unease on Jun Xiaoyao's face vanished.

The corners of her lips twitched upwards slightly.

All of this, of course, was intentional on his part.

From painting to writing an inscription for the Luo Shen Fu, then to letting a drop of blood from my heart fall.

Then, pretending to accidentally drop it, he let the object fall. It was then that Luo Xiangling saw it.

Every step is meticulously planned by Jun Xiaoyao.

He didn't aspire to completely conquer Luo Xiangling.

As long as Luo Xiangling can stand up and help her if she encounters any danger in the future, that would be enough.

A power of undying might, yet immeasurable.

"Although I've gotten this far, I still don't know what Luo Xiangling truly thinks of me."

"It's time for a check." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.

He came up with a new plan.

That's why Jun Xiaoyao put so much effort into courting Luo Xiangling.

Because he had a premonition that he would surely cause a great stir in a foreign land afterwards.

By then, a top-tier expert will be needed to stand behind him.

If he were in the Immortal Realm, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't need to go to such lengths to leverage power.

A casual remark, yet countless powerful individuals would be willing to stand behind Jun Xiaoyao.

But this is still a foreign land, and the Jun family's reach cannot extend here.

while on the other hand.

Back in her room, Luo Xiangling felt her heart pounding wildly.

This is an unprecedented feeling.

She scrutinized the woman in the painting once more, as well as the inscription of "Luo Shen Fu."

The more I look, the happier I feel.

If someone complimented her on her beauty in front of her.

Luo Xiangling felt a little bit disgusted instead.

For example, the King of Fufeng was like that before.

And in this way, I have to say, it completely struck a chord with Luo Xiangling's heart.

"Am I really that pretty"

Looking at the painting, the exquisitely beautiful woman standing gracefully by the riverbank, Luo Xiangling's eyes were instantly entranced.

Some are crazy.

How could such divine brushstrokes capture such unparalleled beauty

"Jade Xiaoyao, indeed quite interesting," Luoxiangling mused to herself.

On her exquisite and peerless visage, a touch of alluring blush appeared.

Over the next period of time.

Jun Xiaoyao stayed in Luoxiangling's courtyard all the time.

This place is filled with abundant dragon energy, which can also help you cultivate your freedom.

Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling would also occasionally discuss philosophy together.

Even at the height of their popularity, they would still compose poetry, paint, play the qin (a Chinese zither), and perform music.

Jun Xiaoyao's qin dao, once again, amazed Luo Xiangling.

That melody, like heavenly music, blended with the Daoist rhythm, refreshing and penetrating the heart.

Jun Xiaoyao, in Luo Xiangling's eyes, was simply a treasure boy waiting to be discovered.

Their relationship, naturally, grew increasingly harmonious.

Even a hint of feeling like a fairy couple deeply in love.

And just then, in such a serene atmosphere.

But Mu Lao arrived, his expression somewhat serious, and told Jun Xiaoyao a piece of news.

The Prince of the Mojie Imperial Clan will awaken, news has spread. It is said that the Prince of the Mojie Clan will battle with a carefree young friend on Warshen Mountain.

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m.x8cult to balance personal loyalty with national duty."Father, Mother and I have never blamed you. We are proud of you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.He was a traveler, and never really had much of a chil...