Ling Yuan's idea could be said to be shocking.
If the Supreme Xian Ting and the Jun Family were to join forces …
It was definitely enough to suppress the entire Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.
Even if there were some factions under the surface, such as the Heaven Clan …
It was impossible for them to completely overthrow the Xian Ting and the Jun Family.
This was indeed an extremely crazy idea.
But more importantly …
Ling Yan said that Jun Xiaoyao could become the ruler of the Xian Ting in the future.
And she would be the Queen.
It was clear what she meant.
She almost told Jun Xiaoyao that she wanted to be his wife.
Of course, with Ling Yan's arrogant personality, there was no way she would say something like that.
However, Jun Xiaoyao shook his head and chuckled.
"Ling Yan, you're so silly that you're adorable."
"Jun Xiaoyao, you …" Ling Yan bit her lips.
She was the princess of the Xian Ting, yet she was called silly.
It was the first time.
However, the flirtatious tone made Ling Yan blush.
Jun Xiaoyao continued, "There can't be two tigers on the same mountain, unless one is male and the other is female."
"Xian Ting, are you willing to be the female tiger?"
The Jun Family had always been domineering.
Even if they were to join forces, they would still be in the position of absolute leader.
Would the Supreme Xian Ting, who used to be the ruler of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, be willing to back down?
Obviously not.
Besides, the nine Immortal Lineages of the Xian Ting were not necessarily united.
Even if the Immortal Lineage of the Empress of Wa, where Ling Yan was, was willing …
Would the Immortal Lineage of Fuxi, where Gu Tiezi was from, be willing?
Therefore, Ling Yuan's idea could only be said to be naive.
However, Jun Xiaoyao was also certain.
Fairy Yuan's soul did affect Ling Yan.
Besides, Ling Yan's feelings toward Jun Xiaoyao had changed after experiencing the Hundred Lives of Love.
Therefore, Ling Yan should not become his enemy.
Jun Xiaoyao also didn't want to become enemies with Ling Yan.
After all, Fairy Maiden Yuan's soul continued to exist in her body as Ling Yan.
"Sure enough, was I too naive?" Ling Yan revealed a somewhat bitter smile.
Could it be that the heavens wanted her and Jun Xiaoyao to be sandwiched between two opposing forces?
"That's not necessarily true. Who knows what will happen in the future?"
"Maybe in the future, I'll be strong enough to make Xian Ting bow to me." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's handsome smile, Ling Yan was momentarily stunned.
Perhaps Jun Xiaoyao's confidence was what attracted her as well.
After all, how many people dared to say that they could make Xian Ting bow down to them?
"So, the Immortal Tribulation Sword Art …" Jun Xiaoyao changed the topic.
Ling Yan clenched her jade-like hands and then sighed.
She took out a jade slip from her spatial Dharma artifact.
"This is what you wanted," Ling Yan said.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled slightly, not surprised.
He took the jade slip and roughly scanned it with his Divine Will.
It was indeed the Immortal Tribulation Sword Art.
"Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao put away the jade slip.
Then, out of politeness, he gently hugged Ling Yan.
Ling Yan's delicate body tensed up, and her mind instantly went blank, as if her thoughts were broken.
Sensing the warmth in Jun Xiaoyao's arms, Ling Yan finally realized that she was being hugged.
A soul-deep tremor and joy surged out.
It was not only her joy.
It was also Fairy Maiden Yuan's joy.
Jun Xiaoyao quickly released her.
Ling Yan felt a wave of emptiness in her heart again.
"I won't take advantage of you. You can take this Spring of Life."
Jun Xiaoyao also took out some Spring of Life.
Ling Yan accepted it in a daze, still reminiscing about that shallow hug.
"Alright, it's time for me to leave."
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and turned to leave.
"Wait..."
Ling Yan subconsciously called out to Jun Xiaoyao.
"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao didn't understand.
"Didn't you ask me if I still remember that dance?" Ling Yan said faintly.
Jun Xiaoyao looked at Ling Yan.
Ling Yan didn't say anything, but suddenly jumped up and began to dance.
Ling Yan was wearing a snow-white glazed dress, and her dance was even more alluring.
Like an elf under the moon, like an immortal banished to the moon.
She was as graceful as a swan, like a swimming dragon.
She was like a lotus emitting green waves.
She was ethereal and agile, making people forget to eat.
It was the Goddess Luo's Graceful Dance.
Jun Xiaoyao was a little surprised too, but he still stood in place and enjoyed the dance.
After all, no one in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm was qualified enough to make Ling Yan dance alone.
He had to admit that as a goddess, Ling Yan's dance was enough to amaze everyone.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
He was not Liu Xiahui. He would not pretend to be a gentleman when it was time to enjoy the dance.
Ling Yan blushed slightly after the dance.
Perhaps it was because she was tired, or because she was dancing for Jun Xiaoyao.
"Not bad, I didn't expect Lady Empress's dance to be so stunning too," Jun Xiaoyao said.
Ling Yan was a little embarrassed after being complimented by Jun Xiaoyao.
That being said, she would not show it on her face.
However, at this moment, Ru Ying's voice came from outside the cave.
"Lady Empress, someone is coming."
"Mm?"
Ling Yan frowned.
The atmosphere had finally calmed down, yet someone had to interrupt them.
"Don't tell me it's Gu Tiezi. Tell him I'm not going to see him," Ling Yan said coldly.
Gu Tiezi had been harassing her before, asking her what her attitude toward Jun Xiaoyao was.
Ling Yan did not even bother to see Gu Tiezi.
"It's Gu Tiezi, but he's not the only one. There are three others who call themselves the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun. They seem to be... the followers of the ancient Young Emperor."
Ling Yuan was a little surprised when she heard this, and then she frowned slightly.
An obscure glint flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.
"The ancient Young Emperor of the Xian Ting, interesting..." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
"I'll go take a look," Ling Yan said.
She did not care about the Thirteen Horsemen of Yanyun.
However, the ancient Young Emperor of the Xian Ting was someone that even she had to treat with caution.
"I'll go with you." Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward.
Ling Yuan was silent and did not say anything.
However, there was an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.
It was as if she had someone to rely on.
"Alright then... thank... thank you," Ling Yan said awkwardly.
With her personality, it was indeed not easy for her to say a word of thanks.
Jun Xiaoyao only smiled.
At this moment, outside the grotto-heaven.
Four figures stood there.
One of them was wearing an eight-trigram robe. He had handsome features and a handsome figure.
It was Gu Tiezi.
The other three were two men and one woman. They wore armor of different colors. Their auras were extremely powerful, and their expressions were cold and arrogant.
They were all riding on ferocious beasts such as the blue-eyed golden eagle and the hornless dragon.
Many Immortal Academy prodigies were watching the show.
"Are they the prodigies of the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun?"
"I heard that they were the heroes of the same era as the mysterious ancient Young Emperor of the Xian Ting. All of them were extremely powerful."
"In the end, they were defeated by the Young Emperor of the Xian Ting and became his followers. They were sealed together."
"In terms of talent and strength, the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun are definitely more outstanding than some seedlings. Otherwise, they would not have become the followers of the ancient Young Emperor."
"What are they doing here?"
"It seems like it has something to do with the Son Of God of the Jun Family. Maybe they think that Ling Yan is too close to the Son Of God of the Jun Family."
"Tsk tsk, this is interesting. An ancient Young Emperor and a modern Young Emperor. Are they going to fight for power?"
Just as everyone was whispering to each other, a voice suddenly rang out.
Two figures appeared in the grotto-heaven.
Ling Yan's expression was as cold as ice.
In front of Jun Xiaoyao, she was like an ordinary girl.
However, in front of others, she was the noble Princess of an Immortal Lineage, the honorable Young Emperor.
"How dare you make a fuss in front of my grotto-heaven? Do you not take my identity as a Young Emperor seriously?"
Ling Yan scolded coldly. She was as domineering as a queen.
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