The Third Prince's Cold Intentions, Assassin Organization, You Mingtian!
Seeing the expression on Tianqin's face, many of the young men present felt as if they could hear their hearts being broken.
However, they were aware that Jun Xiaoyao was not someone to be trifled with.
Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at the eager expression on Tianqin's face.
As it turned out, there was no such thing as an icy beauty in the world.
She was cold to you not because of her personality, but simply because she didn't like you.
The Third Prince was such a miserable existence.
Although his status was not low, his personality, abilities, and other aspects were not worthy of her attention.
In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao was like a deity to the Heavenly Zither Maiden.
He had a mysterious identity and terrifying power.
His mastery of the zither alone was enough to impress the Maiden.
Unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao wasn't interested in her.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had no choice but to agree in order to set the Third Prince up.
"It would be impolite for me to decline your invitation, Miss Tianqin," Jun Xiaoyao said gently.
Upon hearing that Jun Xiaoyao agreed to it, Tianqin was overjoyed. A charming smile appeared on her usually cold expression.
The Third Prince was so jealous that his eyes were about to turn red.
It was difficult for him to buy a smile from a beautiful woman. Yet Jun Xiaoyao's casual reply made Tianqin smile sweetly.
"Young master, please…" Tianqin seemed rather eager to play the zither with Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly and left with Qin Xuan and Tianqin.
They left the group of bootlickers behind, looking at each other in confusion.
The young master of the Million Treasures Chamber of Commerce walked over and said with a bitter smile, "Hey, Your Highness, we've been fighting for so long, yet we ended up benefiting someone else."
"Are you so willing to let that guy get his hands on the Heavenly Zither Maiden?" A hint of gloominess appeared in the Third Prince's eyes.
"I only have one warning for you. You'd better not provoke that man," the young master of the Million Treasures Chamber of Commerce said.
"Oh? You know who he is?" The Third Prince's eyes flickered.
"I don't know. It's just a feeling," said the young master.
He had seen too many people in his life. He had developed an intuition about who he could provoke and who he couldn't.
"Heh, so what if he's the successor of the Immortal Orthodoxy? I'm still a prince of the Panwu Celestial Dynasty." The Third Prince snorted and left.
The young master of the Million Treasures Chamber of Commerce shook his head and thought to himself, 'Sigh, I'm at a disadvantage if I don't listen to good people.'
He had a feeling that the Third Prince was about to suffer.
…
The Immortal Jade Restaurant's Zither Contest came to an end.
However, it caused quite a stir.
This was the first time that someone from the younger generation had beaten Tianqin in the way of the zither.
Many people were even more surprised that Feng Qingling, the noble lady of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, was crushed by a mysterious young master.
Many cultivators in taverns and tea houses in the royal capital were discussing the news.
"It's almost time for the Eldest Princess to pick her husband. Powerful geniuses are popping up everywhere."
"That's right. Feng Qingling of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain could be considered one of the leaders among the younger generation, yet she was defeated so easily."
"I wonder what kind of freaks will emerge in the future."
"I'm looking forward to the arrival of the divine child of the Jun family. Unfortunately, I haven't heard any news about him."
"Just you wait. I'm sure the divine child of the Jun family won't let the champion be arrogant."
…
In a quiet and elegant villa in the eastern region of the royal capital…
From time to time, the faint sound of a zither would be heard, making one feel as if they were drunk.
It was late in the morning.
Jun Xiaoyao walked out of the manor in a white robe, followed by a reluctant Tianqin.
"Young master, it's already so late. Aren't you going to rest in the manor?" Tianqin spoke with a hint of longing.
She and Jun Xiaoyao were playing the zither and discussing the Dao in the villa. It was a comfortable place.
She had never experienced such a feeling before.
"No, I still have something to do. I'll be taking my leave," Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Is that so? What a shame. I hope that I'll have the chance to meet you again in the future, young master." The beautiful face of the Heavenly Zither Maiden dimmed.
Jun Xiaoyao turned around and left, only to be stopped by Tianqin.
"We've been talking for so long. May I ask for your name, sir?" Tianqin asked with glistening eyes.
"Becoming an immortal is easier than being free. Farewell." Jun Xiaoyao left.
"Becoming an immortal is easy but difficult…"
Tianqin mumbled to herself before her eyes widened as if she was struck by lightning.
"So… it's that guy…" Tianqin took a deep breath.
Surprise, elation, joy, and all sorts of emotions were raging in her heart.
She was surprised that she had been communicating with such a transcendent being for so long.
On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao was walking on air.
"He's been here for so long. How could he possibly restrain himself?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
Naturally, he didn't go out to play the zither and discuss the Dao with the Tianqin out of boredom.
Aside from obtaining 300 pieces of the immortal source, his most important goal was to set up a trap to deal with the Third Prince.
Just as Jun Xiaoyao was thinking to himself.
He suddenly realized that the noises around him seemed to have disappeared.
Even the lights of the buildings around the Imperial Capital were completely extinguished.
The surroundings were plunged into absolute darkness. Not even the sound of birds chirping could be heard.
"Oh, you're here?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.
It was obvious that he was trapped in an isolation array.
At that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared behind Jun Xiaoyao. The blood-red edge of the sword stabbed at Jun Xiaoyao's back.
The Dao Integration Stage!
Jun Xiaoyao immediately identified the person's aura.
"Die!"
A hoarse voice was heard from the shadow.
The bloody edge of the sword carried a fatal edge.
Jun Xiaoyao turned his body and threw a palm at the edge of the sword as he said, "Blood Slaughter Swordsmanship. You're an assassin from the Netherworld."
The Netherworld Sky was an infamous assassin group in the Huangtian Mystic Realm.
As long as they paid enough, they could assassinate anyone.
They even dared to assassinate people from Immortal Orthodoxies.
"Fool!"
The assassin sneered when he saw Jun Xiaoyao blocking his sword with his palm.
His cultivation level was one level higher than Jun Xiaoyao's to begin with. Furthermore, he was using a Noble Weapon to execute a top-notch assassination technique.
Despite the circumstances, Jun Xiaoyao still retaliated with his palm. In his eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was utterly stupid.
The next moment, however, the assassin You Mingtian hired stopped laughing.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out.
Jun Xiaoyao shattered the Noble Weapon with his bare hands.
Not only that, but his right arm was also glowing with divine light.
Six pieces of the Bones of the Everlasting Immortal boosted his power at the same time.
As the punch was thrown, the void trembled and rippled.
"How is this possible?!" The assassin's eyes were filled with horror.
Pfft!
Jun Xiaoyao smashed the assassin into a bloody pulp with one punch.
A rain of blood fell.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained as cold as ever. After looking around, he said faintly, "Come on out. Why hide anything?"
"Hehe, I've underestimated you. Which Immortal Orthodoxy are you from?"
Four figures appeared in the pitch-black night.
Aside from the three men in black, there was also a man in red.
The assassin You Mingtian hired was at the Nirvana Stage!