I’m Already An Emperor, And The System Asks Me To Lick The Heroine?

Recently, Jun Jiuxiao discovered another useful function of 2233, which is to use it as a calendar and alarm clock.

Pu Lao has already investigated clearly and reported back to Jun Jiuxiao, “Qianyuan Peak, the great elder’s eldest disciple Zong Yue, has recently broken through the early stage of the Kill Me Realm, and threatened to challenge the Holy Son and defeat the Holy Son head-on.”

Jun Jiuxiao didn’t say anything. He waved his hand for Mr. Pu to step back. He looked at the post in his hand and invited him to have a cup of tea and talk about Taoism. Then he could go and see for himself as they wished.

I don’t know where Zongyue got the confidence to play with that loser. I just played with him. I don’t know if he can play with it.

Jun Jiuxiao asked 2233 to find out if there was a heroine who was bullied, and help her pretend to be a slap in the face.

2233 actually found one and helped the heroine beat up the provocateur. Jun Jiuxiao asked it to be released first.

Jun Jiuxiao sent a message to Ji Lanqing again, asking her to accompany him to a tea tasting party tomorrow.

Ji Lanqing replied, and Jun Jiuxiao stopped caring and thought about tomorrow.

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Ji Lanqing stood outside Jun Jiuxiao’s cave and waited early in the morning, doing what a maid should do.

Jun Jiuxiao changed into a red robe today, and her white hair was still scattered behind her back. She was bohemian and somewhat coquettishly beautiful.

Jun Jiuxiao’s white hair was not dyed for non-mainstream people, but was born with white hair.

Jun Jiuxiao once tried to change her hair color using spiritual power, but failed in the end.

White hair is actually pretty good-looking, and it makes him look special, so Jun Jiuxiao just goes with it.

Jun Jiuxiao took a closer look at Ji Lanqing and found that she was already in the middle stage of the blood coagulation realm. The heroine was the heroine, and her cultivation speed was fast.

Ji Lanqing was wearing the fairy dress with wide sleeves given by Jun Jiuxiao. If you didn’t look at her face, she was indeed a graceful fairy.

Jun Jiuxiao took Ji Lanqing to the banquet. On the way, Jun Jiuxiao looked indifferent and said in a calm tone, “I will attend the banquet later. You are representing me. Do you understand?”

Ji Lanqing said in a calm voice, “My servant will definitely not disgrace the Holy Son.”

“That’s not what I meant. I told you not to swallow your anger. If anyone dares to offend you, just call me back. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you.” Jun Jiuxiao explained.

“Yes.” Ji Lanqing had indescribable emotions in her tone, and she didn’t dare to look at Jun Jiuxiao.

The corner of Jun Jiuxiao’s mouth raised a smile of success. Ji Lanqing’s heart finally felt cracked. All she needed to do was boil the frog in warm water.

When Jun Jiuxiao arrived at the banquet venue, Xuanzhu Peak, everyone who was still changing cups and drinking tea and talking about Taoism fell silent when they saw Jun Jiuxiao, stood up and respectfully called out “Holy Son.”

Jun Jiuxiao ignored everyone and sat on the main seat with Ji Lanqing in a daze.

Xuanzhu Peak does not belong to anyone. It is a place where the core disciples of Xuantian Holy Land discuss the Tao.

Xuanzhu Peak, as its name suggests, there are many bamboo forests on Xuanzhu Peak. Today’s banquet will be held in a bamboo forest.

Today’s banquet was initiated by Zhu Guangyuan, a core disciple of Qianyuan Peak, and the invitees were naturally core disciples of each peak.

Zhu Guangyuan is Zong Yue’s junior brother and his die-hard henchman. This banquet is to contact the core disciples of each peak and get them to support Zong Yue.

As for sending a message to Jun Jiuxiao, it was purely a polite one and I didn’t really want Jun Jiuxiao to come.

I have sent many such posts to Jun Jiuxiao before, but Jun Jiuxiao has never participated once.

Jun Jiuxiao sat cross-legged on the main seat and asked Ji Lanqing to squeeze his shoulders. Ji Lanqing obediently knelt beside Jun Jiuxiao and squeezed his shoulders. Ji Lanqing’s hands were soft and boneless, and the squeeze was very comfortable.

The heroine is the heroine. Ji Lanqing’s faint body fragrance reached Jun Jiuxiao’s nose, and it smelled very good.

If he didn’t have something serious to do now, Jun Jiuxiao would definitely enjoy it.

The host of the banquet, Zhu Guangyuan, had not arrived yet, and everyone fell silent when they saw Jun Jiuxiao sitting at the main seat.

Jun Jiuxiao is the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land, and his status is respected. Apart from the Holy Lord and the Ancestor, no one has a higher status than him, so there is nothing wrong with him sitting on the throne.

But… the lineage of the great elders of Qianyuan Peak has always been at odds with the Holy Lord. The top disciple of Qianyuan Peak had just broken through the Kill Me realm a few days ago and threatened to challenge the Holy Son Jun Jiuxiao. Everyone knew Sima Zhao’s intentions.

Jun Jiuxiao sat on the main seat as soon as he arrived. It was also a warning and demonstration, showing that I am the Holy Son and you should bow to me. Jun Jiuxiao’s move was a direct kill.

Jun Jiuxiao didn’t say anything, and everyone didn’t dare to speak. The scene was silent for a while.

Jun Jiuxiao did not overly embarrass everyone present. The people who came to this banquet today do not represent the side of Qianyuan Peak.

Then he smiled and said, “Go on, I’m just curious about what it would be like to drink tea and talk about Taoism. I just came to have a look at it on the spur of the moment. Just treat it like I’m not here.”

Everyone complained in their hearts, you are such a big person sitting on the main seat, how can we not treat you as a person.

But because of Jun JiuXiao didn’t dare to say anything about his strength and status, he could only complain in his heart, with a respectful smile on his face.

Everyone started talking again, but it was not as natural and casual as before, and more attention was focused on the entrance.

Jun Jiuxiao closed his eyes and didn’t know what he was thinking. If Ji Lanqing hadn’t been squeezing his shoulders, everyone would have thought he was asleep.

After a while, the host of the banquet, Zhu Guangyuan, came in with two Qianyuan Peak disciples, and everyone became quiet again.

Zhu Guangyuan instantly saw Jun Jiuxiao sitting on the main seat. He was shocked in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He bowed to Jun Jiuxiao respectfully, bowed his head to Jun Jiuxiao, and found a seat to sit down.

Everyone present looked at each other talking, laughing and drinking, but they had different thoughts.

Some people are thinking about where to place their bets, and some are thinking about how to get out of it without offending either side.

Some people even want to watch a show and watch Zhu Guangyuan and Jun Jiuxiao compete. If Jun Jiuxiao knew what these people were thinking, he would just sneer and say, “Zhu Guangyuan, is he worthy of being put with my name?”

Jun Jiuxiao was sitting at the main seat. Zhu Guangyuan, the host of the banquet, came and didn’t dare to talk nonsense. He could only find a seat and sit down. Can’t he explain everything?

As soon as Jun Jiuxiao sat here today, he won, because he is the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land. Firstly, because the power of the Holy Son is untouchable, and secondly, Zhu Guangyuan cannot defeat him.

In the world of immortality, strength is respected, and one of the main reasons why he, Jun Jiuxiao, can secure his position as the Holy Son is that his strength surpasses his peers in the Xuantian Holy Land.