"Sorry, Xiaoyao, Fufeng King targeted you because of me. It actually had nothing to do with you."
Luo Xiangling's face held a hint of apology.
After all, no one would want to make an enemy of a Quasi-Immortal.
And Jun Xiaoyao was purely an innocent victim.
He was targeted by Fufeng King simply because he was relatively close to Luo Xiangling.
"Xiangling Senior, why 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 any other brilliant Prodigy, encountering such an unprovoked disaster, they would likely be seething with uncontrollable anger and resentment.
But Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm and reserved.
This kind of personality truly made Luo Xiangling admire him.
"It's been a long time since we discussed Dao. After discussing with you, I don't even want to communicate with others," Luo Xiangling said with a light laugh.
This was also why she didn't attend the ancient supreme Dao discussion meeting.
She felt that communicating with those people was not as rewarding as communicating with Jun Xiaoyao.
"Then that is this Junior's honor," Jun Xiaoyao also smiled.
The two were about to enter the room.
At this moment, a scroll of painting paper accidentally slipped out of Jun Xiaoyao's sleeve and fell to the ground.
"Hmm?"
Luo Xiangling noticed it.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression shifted slightly, and he bent down to pick it up.
However, the scroll of painting paper floated up and landed in Luo Xiangling's hand.
"This is…" Luo Xiangling's beautiful eyes held a hint of curiosity.
"Xiangling Senior, this…" Jun Xiaoyao appropriately showed a hint of slight apprehension.
Luo Xiangling, however, was curious and unrolled the painting paper.
Then, as if struck by lightning, she stood motionless on the spot.
What was painted on the paper was a woman standing by the Luo River.
Her long dress was veiled in mist, her ribbons fluttered, graceful as a Fairy about to ride the wind away.
Her spirit was like autumn water, her bones like jade; her face like a hibiscus, her brows like willow leaves.
Her eyes sparkled as she gazed into the distance.
It was a painting of an extremely beautiful woman.
It could be said that any man, upon seeing the peerless beauty like a Fairy in the painting, would be enchanted and captivated.
More importantly, this was not just a painting.
The woman and the river in the painting seemed to be moving.
This was because magical power and Dao rhythm had been poured into it; anyone who looked at it could even gain some insights!
"This… this is me?"
Luo Xiangling was stunned.
The woman in the painting was herself?
However, what made Luo Xiangling's heart unable to calm was this:
Below the painting of the peerless beauty, there were dense lines of inscription.
"Ode to the Luo River Goddess…"
Luo Xiangling's jade lips murmured.
"Her form, graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a soaring Dragon, radiant as an autumn chrysanthemum, lush as a spring pine."
"Seen from afar, she is bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; observed closely, she is dazzling as a lotus emerging from clear ripples."
"Her cloud-like hair piled high, her slender brows delicately linked. Her vermilion lips bright, her white teeth fresh, her bright eyes skilled at glancing, her dimples adorning her cheeks."
Luo Xiangling silently recited, her heart trembling involuntarily.
The person in the painting was beautiful.
The words were even more exquisite.
It was hard to imagine that such a world-shaking poem could come from the hand of a young man.
And what made Luo Xiangling's heart tremble even more was this:
On this painting scroll, there was a drop of fresh blood, particularly striking.
What did this signify?
It signified that the person who drew this painting and wrote these words had expended great effort.
Otherwise, every stroke and line would not contain Dao rhythm.
"Xiaoyao, you…"
Luo Xiangling looked at Jun Xiaoyao, her sparkling eyes trembling slightly.
Jun Xiaoyao had poured so much heart and soul into this poem and painting.
For any woman, her heart would not be calm.
"I apologize for presumptuously inscribing and painting for Xiangling Senior. I was indeed rude to Senior," Jun Xiaoyao said, displaying a hint of subtle apprehension at the right moment.
"No, the painting is very good, and the words too. I didn't expect Xiaoyao, that you not only have peerless talent but also such astonishing and brilliant artistic flair."
Luo Xiangling seemed to be re-acquainting herself with Jun Xiaoyao.
His peerless looks and Prodigy-level talent were one thing.
But he also possessed such amazing artistic flair.
That painting and those words were certainly not something an ordinary person could create.
To be honest, even Luo Xiangling, upon seeing them, couldn't believe that the painting and poem were about herself.
What made Luo Xiangling's heart skip a beat even more was this:
Why did Jun Xiaoyao create this poem and painting?
Was it because…
"Xiaoyao, can I have this?" Luo Xiangling asked.
"This… if Senior doesn't mind, of course," Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Don't call me Senior anymore, just call me by my name," Luo Xiangling said.
"Alright, Xiangling," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
Hearing this address, Luo Xiangling's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then she turned around and said,
"You go Cultivate first. We'll discuss Dao later."
With that, Luo Xiangling hurried back to her room.
Looking at Luo Xiangling's retreating back, the hint of apprehension on Jun Xiaoyao's face faded.
The corners of his lips curved into a slight arc.
All of this, of course, was intentional on his part.
From drawing the painting, to inscribing the Ode to the Luo River Goddess, to dripping a drop of his heart's blood.
Then deliberately pretending to drop it by accident, and having Luo Xiangling see it.
Every step was meticulously planned by Jun Xiaoyao.
He didn't seek to completely win over Luo Xiangling.
As long as she could step forward to help him if he encountered any danger later, that would be enough.
The might of a Quasi-Immortal was immeasurable.
"Although I've reached this point, I still don't know Luo Xiangling's true attitude towards me."
"It's time to test it." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
He had a new plan.
The reason Jun Xiaoyao went to such lengths to win over Luo Xiangling was this:
He had a premonition that he would definitely cause a huge commotion in the exotic realm later.
At that time, he would need a top-tier expert to back him up.
If he were in the Immortal Domain, Jun Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't need to go to such lengths to borrow influence.
With a casual word, countless strong individuals would be willing to stand behind Jun Xiaoyao.
But this was, after all, the exotic realm, and the Jun family's reach was difficult to extend here.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Luo Xiangling, who had returned to her room, felt her heart pounding.
This was a feeling she had never experienced before.
She once again carefully examined the woman in the painting and the Ode to the Luo River Goddess inscription.
The more she looked, the more joyful her heart became.
If someone were to praise her beauty to her face, Luo Xiangling would actually feel somewhat repulsed.
For example, Fufeng King used to be like that.
And this method, it must be said, completely struck Luo Xiangling's heartstrings.
"Am I really that beautiful?"
Looking at the exquisitely beautiful woman standing gracefully by the Luo River in the painting, Luo Xiangling's beautiful eyes couldn't help but become hazy.
She was somewhat infatuated.
What kind of divine painting could depict such peerless beauty?
"Yu Xiaoyao is indeed very interesting," Luo Xiangling murmured in her heart.
A moving blush appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.
In the time that followed.
Jun Xiaoyao stayed in Luo Xiangling's separate courtyard.
The Dragon Qi here was also beneficial for Jun Xiaoyao's Cultivation.
Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling also discussed Dao and conversed from time to time.
Sometimes, when inspired, they would even compose poems and paintings, or play the zither and other musical instruments.
Jun Xiaoyao's zither skills once again amazed Luo Xiangling.
The zither music was like a heavenly melody, infused with Dao rhythm, refreshing the heart and mind.
In Luo Xiangling's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was simply a Treasure Trove boy waiting to be unearthed.
Their relationship naturally became more and more harmonious.
There was even a hint of a feeling like immortal partners deeply in love.
And it was in this leisurely atmosphere that.
Old Mu arrived, his expression somewhat serious, and he told Jun Xiaoyao a piece of news.
"Emperor Mo Jie of the Mo Jie Emperor Clan is about to awaken. News has already spread that Emperor Mo Jie wants to fight Xiaoyao Junior at War God Mountain."
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