What happened in the imperial capital of the Shura Demon Country spread like wildfire throughout the Eternal Burial Ground.
Jun Xiaoyao not only displeased some Prodigies among the Ten Little Kings but also aroused the resentment of many Burial Soil beings.
This made all the Burial Soil beings indignant.
"That Jun Family Prodigy will definitely attend the Ten Kings Feast. Let's see how he makes a fool of himself then!"
"Exactly! We might not be able to deal with him, but there's always someone among the Ten Little Kings who can!"
"That's right, Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race, and the Nine Nether Hound, among others, are all much stronger than the Fallen Feather Holy Son, not to mention the Ancient Overlord Body from the Netherworld Palace."
"Even if that Jun Family Prodigy is strong, can he really sweep through all the Prodigies of my Burial Earth Ten Regions?"
Jun Xiaoyao's strength was indeed formidable, and they knew it, perhaps even capable of defeating a few more of the Ten Little Kings.
But to say he could sweep through all Prodigies was a bit far-fetched; no one would believe it.
A group of Burial Soil beings began to anticipate the opening day of the Ten Kings Feast.
Jun Xiaoyao, at the center of the storm, isolated himself from the outside world's clamor, staying in Langhuan's private chambers, incredibly at ease.
And Langhuan, indeed, did not give up, constantly trying to attract Jun Xiaoyao's attention.
But Jun Xiaoyao did not fall for it.
After being rebuffed, Langhuan finally knew better and stopped doing those futile things.
As time passed, the date of the Ten Kings Feast finally approached.
Inside Langhuan's private chambers, there was a steaming bath pool.
Jun Xiaoyao sank into the bath, his expression serene and content.
Behind him, Qin Xian'er, dressed in white, was scrubbing his back.
This was, of course, also Langhuan's instruction, telling her to serve Jun Xiaoyao well.
Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's self-satisfied expression, Qin Xian'er shook her head slightly.
He probably had no idea that a huge storm had been stirred up in the outside world because of him.
Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race, and other young powerhouses like the Nine Nether Hound had already declared that they would suppress Jun Xiaoyao at the Ten Kings Feast.
With the Ten Kings Feast imminent, Jun Xiaoyao was still so leisurely, which Qin Xian'er found a bit incomprehensible.
"I think it's better if you don't attend the Ten Kings Feast," Qin Xian'er said while scrubbing Jun Xiaoyao's back.
"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm.
"The Corpse Dragon Clan, the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race, the Nine Nether Hound Clan, and so on, will definitely attack you. You can't fight all the Kings," Qin Xian'er said.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't say anything; his capabilities were beyond Qin Xian'er's understanding.
However, he still said, "Why do you care so much if I encounter danger?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Xian'er's expression paused, and then she said, "I'm afraid you'll implicate Her Highness, the Princess, and get her involved."
"You care about Langhuan a lot?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes showed deep meaning.
Qin Xian'er's pretty face flushed, and she remained silent.
After a long while, she spoke softly, "I can see that Her Highness, the Princess, likes you very much. It's her first time meeting someone she's so fond of."
"If you encounter any danger at the Ten Kings Feast, she definitely won't stand by and do nothing."
"Don't worry, I won't stay in the Burial Soil for too long," Jun Xiaoyao said.
After attending the Ten Kings Feast, Jun Xiaoyao planned to find a way to the Burial World to search for the nine-mystic reincarnation undying grass and, incidentally, learn about the past from more than a decade ago.
After that, Jun Xiaoyao would also leave.
After all, the Immortal Ancient World was about to open, and Jun Xiaoyao didn't want to be a step behind.
Jun Xiaoyao's words made Qin Xian'er feel a little more at ease.
She also knew that Jun Xiaoyao had seen through her feelings, which was why he deliberately said such words.
Thinking this way, Qin Xian'er actually found Jun Xiaoyao more and more pleasing to the eye...
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About seven or eight days later.
The day for the Ten Kings Feast finally arrived.
On this day, a magnificent and luxurious flying ship was suspended in the air outside the imperial palace of the Shura Demon Country.
It was Langhuan's personal carriage.
Outside, countless beings watched, all wanting to know what the relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Langhuan was now.
Was Jun Xiaoyao still just Langhuan's Holy Guard?
Three figures emerged from the deep palace, stepping into the air.
Jun Xiaoyao, at the forefront, walked ahead, while Langhuan, who was originally the center of attention, followed beside him like a maid.
Her gaze towards Jun Xiaoyao even carried a hint of a little woman's resentment.
Seeing this scene, the Prodigies present who still held a glimmer of hope felt their hearts bleed and despair.
Jun Xiaoyao, however, didn't care and stepped directly into the flying ship.
Langhuan and Qin Xian'er followed closely behind.
The flying ship then soared towards the venue of the Ten Kings Feast.
Looking at the distant flying ship, many male Prodigies of the Burial Soil beat their chests and cursed and roared.
"That Jun Family Prodigy dares to attend the Ten Kings Feast so openly; he will surely not have a good outcome."
"Exactly! Let's hurry there and see how the other Kings teach this person a lesson!"
"That's right, I won't be satisfied until I see that Jun Family Prodigy suffer!"
A group of beings shouted and followed, heading there together.
It was imaginable that this Ten Kings Feast would likely be the most lively one.
Of course, it would also be the one with the most variables.