Chapter 102: Chapter 102: The Third Prince’s Coldness, Assassin Organization, Netherworld Heaven! (Second Update)
Looking at the Celestial Zither Maiden’s expression, many male talents present seemed to hear the sound of their own hearts breaking.
However, they were also self-aware enough to know that Jun Xiaoyao was not someone to provoke lightly.
Jun Xiaoyao observed the Celestial Zither Maiden’s intrigued manner, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.
The fact proved that there was no such thing as an ice-cold beauty in this world.
Her indifferent attitude towards you is not due to her personality, but simply because she does not fancy you.
The Third Prince was precisely such a tragically sad existence.
His status was not low, but in terms of personal qualities, abilities, and other aspects, he failed to catch the Celestial Zither Maiden’s eye.
In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao in the Celestial Zither Maiden’s eyes was almost like an Immortal.
Mysterious identity and fearsome power were aside for the moment.
Just his masterful zither playing alone was enough to win the Celestial Zither Maiden’s admiration.
But unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao was not interested in the Celestial Zither Maiden.
However, to scheme against the Third Prince, Jun Xiaoyao had to agree.
"The Celestial Zither Maiden invites this way, how can I decline." Jun Xiaoyao responded warmly.
Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s agreement, the Celestial Zither Maiden couldn’t hide her delight, her icy expression melted into a captivating smile.
This made the Third Prince so jealous he was nearly seeing red.
He paid a thousand gold for a beauty’s smile, yet Jun Xiaoyao’s casual agreement made the Celestial Zither Maiden gracefully beam.
"Master, please..." The Celestial Zither Maiden seemed a bit eager to converse with Jun Xiaoyao over the zither.
Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, left with Qin Xuan, and the Celestial Zither Maiden.
Leaving behind a group of lapdogs who looked at each other in disarray amidst the wind.
"Ah, Third Prince, we’ve struggled for so long, yet ended up making clothes for someone else," the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Treasures Commerce Association walked over, smiled wryly, and shook his head.
"Are you willing to let that guy lay a hand on the Celestial Zither Maiden?" A shadowy hue flickered in the Third Prince’s eyes.
"I’ll just warn you, it’s best not to provoke him," warned the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Treasures Commerce Association.
"Oh, you know his identity?" The Third Prince’s eyes flashed.
"I don’t know, it’s just a gut feeling," replied the Young Master.
He had seen too many people to know who could be provoked and who couldn’t, which gave him this instinct.
"Not to be provoked, huh, even if he is an Immortal Dao Inheritor, so what, I’m also a Prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty." The Third Prince snorted coldly and departed.
"Ah, not listening to wise counsel leads to trouble," the Young Master secretly shook his head.
He vaguely felt that this Third Prince was likely to suffer greatly.
...
The Piano Fighting Assembly at the Immortal Jade Tower thus came to a close.
Yet it stirred quite the waves.
Because this was the first time a young talent had surpassed the Celestial Zither Maiden in the art of the zither.
Feng Qingling, the noble lady of Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain, was crushed by a mysterious young man, shocking many.
In the Imperial City, cultivators in many taverns and tea houses were discussing this news.
"As the Eldest Princess prepares to choose a Prince Consort, powerful talents keep appearing."
"Indeed, that Feng Qingling from Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain is formidable among the younger generation, yet was easily defeated like this."
"I wonder what other prodigies will emerge after this."
"I’m looking forward to the arrival of the Jun Family’s Divine Son, yet unfortunately, there’s been no news of his coming."
"Keep waiting, I believe the Jun Family’s Divine Son won’t let the Champion Marquis remain arrogant."
...
In the Eastern Region of the Imperial City, a secluded and elegantly situated villa.
From within, intermittent sounds of ethereal zither music wafted, intoxicating to the listener.
Moonlight hung high.
Jun Xiaoyao in white stepped out of the villa, followed reluctantly by the Celestial Zither Maiden.
"Master, it’s so late; won’t you rest in the villa?" The Celestial Zither Maiden’s words carried a hint of fondness.
She had enjoyed a comfortable and delightful time discussing dao with Jun Xiaoyao in the villa.
This feeling was one she had never experienced before.
"No, I have business to attend to, I must bid farewell," Jun Xiaoyao replied.
"Is that so, what a pity then, I hope to have another opportunity to meet you," the Celestial Zither Maiden said sadly.
Jun Xiaoyao turned to leave but was called back by the Celestial Zither Maiden.
"After so long, I still don’t know your name?" asked the Celestial Zither Maiden, her eyes shining.
"Becoming an Immortal is easy; being carefree is hard, farewell," Jun Xiaoyao said as he left.
"Becoming an Immortal is easy; being carefree is hard..."
The Celestial Zither Maiden murmured, then was shocked like a thunderbolt had struck her, her beautiful eyes widened.
"So... it was him all along..." The Celestial Zither Maiden took a deep breath.
Joy, surprise, and delight swirled in her heart.
She had spent so much time alone with such a transcendent presence.
Elsewhere, Jun Xiaoyao stepped through the void.
"After staying so long, can that person still hold back?" Jun Xiaoyao pondered.
He wasn’t idly whiling away time speaking with the Celestial Zither Maiden.
Besides obtaining three hundred pieces of Immortal Origin, his main goal was to set a trap for the Third Prince.
Just as Jun Xiaoyao was deep in thought.
He suddenly realized the noisy chatter around him had vanished.
Even the light from Imperial City’s towers had been extinguished.
The surroundings fell into absolute darkness, without even a sound from insects or birds.
"Oh, has it come?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.
Clearly, he was trapped within an Isolation Array.
At that moment, a shadow emerged behind Jun Xiaoyao, and a blood-red sword blade aimed at his back.
Unity Realm!
Jun Xiaoyao immediately identified the assailant’s aura.
"Die!"
Raspy words issued from the shadow’s mouth.
The blood-red blade carried a deadly sharpness.
"Blood Killing Sword Skill, you are a Netherworld Heaven assassin." Jun Xiaoyao’s figure sidestepped and he swung his palm at the sword blade, speaking.
Netherworld Heaven was a notorious assassin organization in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm.
For the right price, they would assassinate anyone.
Even members of the Immortal Dao Lineage were not off-limits.
"Ignorance!"
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao counter his blade with a palm, the assassin let out a mocking laugh.
His realm was a level higher than Jun Xiaoyao’s, and combined with wielding a Prince’s Weapon and deploying a top-tier assassination sword skill.
Under such circumstances, Jun Xiaoyao countering with his palm seemed utterly foolish to him.
But the next moment, the Netherworld Heaven assassin couldn’t laugh.
Clang!
A sound rang out as if metal clashed.
Jun Xiaoyao shattered the Prince’s Weapon with his bare hands.
Moreover, his right arm shone with immortal radiance.
The power of six Daluo Immortal Bones surged.
With a punch, the void trembled and rippled with waves.
"Impossible!" The assassin’s pupils shrank, filled with fright.
Wham!
With one punch, Jun Xiaoyao smashed the assassin into a bloody mist.
Blood rain scattered down.
Jun Xiaoyao remained icy, his gaze sweeping around, he said indifferently, "Come out, why hide in the shadows?"
"Hehe, underestimated you as prey, which Immortal Dao Lineage are you an inheritor of?"
Within the dark night, four figures emerged.
Aside from three men in black, there was even a Blood Robe Assassin.
The Blood Robe Assassin from Netherworld Heaven’s cultivation realm was Nirvana Realm!