Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes turned cold when he heard the voice. He then turned to look at Feng Qingling.

Feng Qingling looked at the Phoenix Cry Qi Mountain Zither with burning eyes.

The attribute of the zither was very compatible with her. It was as if it was made specifically for her.

Furthermore, it was a rare Ancient Saint Weapon.

Ancient Saint Weapons of the zither type were simply too rare. They weren't just used to enhance one's mood.

Weapons that were used against enemies were extremely powerful.

That was why Feng Qingling couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, so?" Jun Xiaoyao said with a hint of playfulness.

"A thousand pieces of supreme-grade divine source for your zither," Feng Qingling said casually.

Some young geniuses around them took a deep breath.

As expected of a descendant of the far Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, she was able to easily produce a thousand pieces of supreme-grade divine source.

However, many people looked at the Phoenix Cry Qi Mountain in Jun Xiaoyao's hand.

Compared to the Ancient Saint Weapon Zither, a thousand supreme-grade divine sources were definitely not much.

It was even a little shabby.

After all, the value of an Ancient Saint Weapon was not something that could be measured by a supreme-grade divine source.

At the very least, it would require the use of immortal sources.

However, even though Feng Qingling was a noble lady of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain she couldn't bring out much immortal source.

Even in the Jun family, immortal sources were extremely rare and scarce.

"A thousand pieces of supreme-grade divine source in exchange for my zither. If you're not smart enough, find someone to cure your stupidity. " Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

He had yet to take the initiative to cause trouble for Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, yet they dared to set their sights on his zither.

"Huh? Do you know who I am?" Feng Qingling frowned.

"I don't care who you are, and I'm not interested at all. If you want to die, you can keep jumping in front of me," Jun Xiaoyao said faintly.

Upon hearing this, many young geniuses widened their eyes.

Feng Qingling was a noble daughter of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain. No ordinary person could afford to offend her.

Even the descendants of immortal forces wouldn't have such an attitude towards Feng Qingling.

"You're asking for it!" Feng Qingling's eyes were burning with fury. She was truly furious.

As a noble lady of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, she was admired by everyone wherever she went. No one was willing to offend her.

In her opinion, Jun Xiaoyao should be more than willing to give her the zither if she was interested in it.

Feng Qingling attacked right away. As she waved her hand, a series of crimson runes rose into the air as if they were condensing into a pair of phoenix wings.

"Is that… the Ultimate Abhijna of the True Phoenix?!"

Many young men around them stood up with shocked expressions.

The Ultimate Abhijna of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain was on par with the Ultimate Abhijna of the Lair of Zulong. Both were top-notch martial arts Abhijna in the Mystic Realm.

Some of the more knowledgeable geniuses said with glittering eyes, "No, that's not right. The charm of the Ultimate Abhijna of the Veritable Phoenix is contained within, but it's not the real Ultimate Abhijna of the Veritable Phoenix. It should just be a loose hand extended out."

However, even though it was just a casual attack, it was still extremely powerful when unleashed by Feng Qingling.

Not to mention that she herself had reached the perfection stage of the Unifying Stage.

Having such a cultivation base at such a young age, Feng Qingling was truly worthy of her status as a noble lady of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain.

"Young master, be careful…" Qin Xuan and Tianqin Wen both cried out.

The Third Prince's expression grew even gloomier when he saw how much the Heavenly Zither Princess was paying attention to Jun Xiaoyao.

'He offended the noble lady of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain. He doesn't even know how he died…' the Third Prince thought to himself coldly.

Just when he was thinking about that…

The next moment, Jun Xiaoyao attacked.

Without using any moves, he simply threw a punch.

Pfft!

Jun Xiaoyao's palm collided with Feng Qingling's attack.

A chilling cracking sound was heard.

Feng Qingling's face suddenly turned pale.

Crack!

The arm she flung out was immediately broken by a terrifying force, shattering the bones.

She was sent flying before crashing into a stone pillar.

Thankfully, the entire Immortal Jade Tower was branded with defensive arrays. Otherwise, half of the Immortal Jade Tower would've collapsed from the collision.

"How is that possible?" Feng Qingling's red lips were as pale as paper.

The divine flames around her body were dispersed, revealing her true appearance.

There was a hint of panic on her snow-white face.

Despite being a woman and having a slim build.

Despite that, she was far stronger than some human cultivators who focused on body forging due to her phoenix bloodline.

That was why she was so shocked. How could this human's body be so terrifying?

Was he from the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain like her?

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao threw another simple palm strike.

Against Feng Qingling, he didn't even need to use any techniques; he could easily overpower her with his bare hands.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand and slap her again, Feng Qingling gritted her teeth.

The pride of being a member of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain made her unable to accept such humiliation.

Red light blossomed on Feng Qingling's arm as her qi and blood swirled. The bones in her arm began to rapidly heal.

"What a powerful body!"

"Rumor has it that Feng Qingling was baptized by the Phoenix Blood Pool in the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain. Her body is astonishing. It seems that she was alright after all."

Feng Qingling's condition once again amazed everyone.

As expected of the descendant of the Immortal Orthodoxy. Her various methods and trump cards were far from what ordinary geniuses could compare with.

"What's the point?" Jun Xiaoyao's expression was apathetic and emotionless.

"Flying Phoenix Claw!"

Feng Qingling transformed her palm into a claw. A Phoenix Claw wrapped in crimson light appeared, tearing through the air and letting out a hissing sound.

A common cultivator of the Perfect Harmonization Stage would be instantly torn apart by that claw.

Jun Xiaoyao clenched his fist and blasted the Flying Phoenix Claw apart. Feng Qingling was sent flying once again, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were cold. His right arm was faintly glowing with divine radiance and shrouded in celestial light.

He activated the power of a piece of the Bones of Divinity.

All of a sudden, Feng Qingling felt goosebumps all over her body as a sense of extreme danger washed over her.

Jun Xiaoyao showed no mercy. His fist was so powerful that it shocked the world.

Feng Qingling waved her hand and took out a piece of protective magical equipment. It was a crimson-gold shield that looked like the wings of a phoenix.

Bang!

Accompanied by a rumble, it was as if divine metal was colliding together.

The shield of considerable quality was instantly blown to pieces.

Feng Qingling was scared out of her mind. The phoenix wings on her back flapped as she leaped into the air and fled into the carriage.

She didn't even have the time to say anything harsh.

…

Dead silence.

All the geniuses on the top floor of the Immortal Jade Restaurant were petrified.

The renowned noble lady of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, Feng Qingling, was knocked away in three moves.

If this news were to spread, it would cause quite a stir.

Tianqin looked at Jun Xiaoyao with even more excitement.

Qin Xuan's mouth was also agape. She obviously didn't expect Jun Xiaoyao to be so powerful.

The young master of the Myriad Treasures Chamber of Commerce wore a serious expression on his face.

As the young master of the Chamber of Commerce, he was shrewd and astute. He knew that someone like him was not to be trifled with.

The Third Prince was different.

He was born to be a high and mighty figure who commanded the wind and rain in the Panwu Celestial Dynasty.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao's appearance undoubtedly raised the sense of danger in his heart.

The Third Prince was even more displeased when he saw how Lady Tianqin treated Jun Xiaoyao.

"Young master, you have yet to answer my little request," she said faintly.

Naturally, she was talking about spending the night with Jun Xiaoyao. No, she was talking about playing the zither.

She sounded rather coy..