Chapter 30: The Saintess Falls for Jun Moxiao

Ye Yun tapped his fingers lightly against the table. His expression was calm, yet deep within his eyes, a faint trace of a smile emerged. This was the true strength of a Shenlong Sect cultivator. Possessing the bloodline and constitution of the Divine Dragon, they were far superior to ordinary people, with combat prowess that was both astonishing and enduring.

Ten thousand years ago, facing the pursuit of over twenty Eternal-realm powerhouses, Ye Yun had only grown bolder with every battle; he had killed half of them, and the rest were so terrified they fled. Both Luo Li and Jun Moxiao now possessed the Ancestral Dragon bloodline. Though still thin, it was far beyond that of their peers. Therefore, a battle of this caliber was nothing to them. The longer they persisted, the more the situation shifted from disadvantageous to favorable.

"Hmm?" Ye Yun suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the ages. A silver-white dharma boat emerged from the clouds and came to a halt above Lonely Cloud City. Standing gracefully upon the vessel were a group of young maidens clad in brightly colored, short skirts. Each of these girls possessed an alluring beauty, yet they radiated a sinister, wicked aura.

"How interesting..." Ye Yun smiled indifferently. Another faction had suddenly appeared. Was this meant to serve as further whetstones for these two little ones? It seemed Luo Li and Jun Moxiao had room for even more breakthroughs. Ye Yun felt a sense of anticipation.

Inside the Blood Garment Sect’s branch, the battle raged on. Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were displaying their divine might, sending their enemies howling in misery. On the silver dharma boat, one particularly beautiful and provocatively dressed young woman stood at the edge, gazing down. A hint of surprise flickered across her lovely face.

"Young Mistress, the Blood Garment Sect's branch has been raided!" an old matron beside her sighed. The matron’s cultivation was exceptionally high, reaching the second level of the Soul-Shaping realm.

"The Blood Garment Sect has always been on good terms with our Joyous Union Sect. We shouldn’t just stand by and watch when something like this happens," the sexy young woman replied, licking her lips as a wicked gleam appeared in her eyes. She stared intently at the heroic and handsome youth on the battlefield, her eyes clouded with a pink mist. She had fallen for him at first sight.

The youth exuded an unimaginably masculine aura; he was incredibly handsome and unforgettable. Their Joyous Union Sect was one of the ten great powers of the Ancient Moon Dynasty. Zhou Mengying, as the Saintess of the Joyous Union Sect, had set out this time to find a suitable cultivation cauldron. But after months of searching, she hadn't found a single one that satisfied her. Unexpectedly, while passing through Lonely Cloud City, she had laid eyes on this extraordinary youth, and her heart had been instantly captured.

The old matron’s gaze flickered as she noticed the change in her mistress’s expression. Understanding her intent, she raised a hand, and the silver dharma boat descended rapidly, casting a shadow over the square.

"The Joyous Union Sect is here," Bai Yufeng said, looking up and recognizing the familiar insignia on the dharma boat. A look of joy crossed his face. The Joyous Union Sect and the Blood Garment Sect were on excellent terms and had formed alliances several times throughout history. Their sudden arrival clearly meant they were prepared to help the Blood Garment Sect survive this disaster.

"Greetings, Saintess," Bai Yufeng said, bowing with extreme respect to the sexy girl descending from the boat. This was the Saintess of the Joyous Union Sect, a figure whose status was second only to the Sect Leader, and whose cultivation at the ninth level of the Origin Sea realm far surpassed his own.

"Senior Brother Bai, what has happened here?" Zhou Mengying asked, feigning surprise.

"Two ruffians appeared from out of nowhere and have wreaked havoc on our branch. I beg you, Saintess, please help us for the sake of our sects' long-standing friendship," Bai Yufeng pleaded, cupping his hands.

"Very well!" Zhou Mengying nodded gently and smiled brilliantly. "Rest assured, our two sects are old friends. The Joyous Union Sect will certainly not stand idly by while the Blood Garment Sect is in trouble!" She raised her delicate hand and made a gesture in the air. Immediately, twenty or thirty disciples from the Joyous Union Sect charged forward.

"Capture the men alive, and kill the women," the old matron commanded in a deep voice. Upon hearing this, a sudden blush flashed across Zhou Mengying’s pretty face. The matron, who had watched her grow up, knew her mind perfectly well.

Standing on the square, separated by dozens of meters, Zhou Mengying could feel the vast, masculine energy radiating from the youth. The aura rolled toward her like an ancient divine dragon, enveloping her and making her body burn with heat; she felt weak and limp, longing to melt into the youth’s embrace.

Luo Li was a clever one. As soon as the Joyous Union Sect announced their name, her heart sank. She had heard of Zhou Mengying, the Saintess of the Joyous Union Sect. It was rumored that this Saintess was always on the lookout for suitable cauldrons, spending a portion of every year traveling far and wide to find them.

"Little Junior Brother, who would have thought? You’ve actually caught someone’s eye," Luo Li said with a laugh, flashing a sword strike and flickering past Jun Moxiao.

Jun Moxiao’s face flushed red. He hadn't expected the Saintess of the Joyous Union Sect to target him. He, too, was well aware of that sect's reputation, but how could he ever be interested in such a woman? Taking a deep breath, he said with murderous intent, "Senior Sister, don't worry. If she dares to be disrespectful to me, I will kill her immediately."

"Well said, Little Junior Brother!" Luo Li laughed and dove back into the fray. With the addition of the Joyous Union Sect’s Origin Sea realm disciples, the pressure on the two of them grew significantly.

The old matron scanned the surroundings vigilantly. She suddenly noticed a black carriage and a black horse standing strangely in a corner. She sent her divine sense to investigate, but finding only an ordinary carriage and horse, she dismissed it. She then looked elsewhere and saw Elder Liu lying in a pool of blood.

"Why is your Elder Liu, a Soul-Shaping realm expert, dead?" the matron asked, looking at Bai Yufeng.

Bai Yufeng forced himself to explain, "Matron, Elder Liu was cowardly in the face of the enemy and actually faked his death, so I purged him from the sect."

"Faked his death?" The matron paused, exchanging a glance with Zhou Mengying, both showing shock. A dignified Soul-Shaping realm master needing to fake death to avoid danger from two Origin Sea realm youths? The two felt the matter was highly suspicious.

However, Zhou Mengying kept her eyes glued to the handsome youth radiating such intense masculinity. She quickly cast the matter of Elder Liu to the back of her mind. Her starry eyes were hazy, her face flushed like a peach. "Why is the masculine aura on this youth so potent?" As this thought occurred to her, Zhou Mengying’s legs tightened, and her body became increasingly difficult to control.