On the way to Burial Sword Manor, Mo Yi Jin Shi watched Jun Lin lying comfortably on Lan Xi Er's lap, enjoying a massage.

She couldn't help but turn to Jun Wushuang and say, "Look at them, this is what it means to enjoy life. And look at you, what a miserable life I've been living with you!"

Jun Wushuang looked speechless. "Didn't I already create a puppet for you? What more do you want?"

"The present is the present, and the past is the past. Besides, I earned this puppet myself, so what does it have to do with you?" The Ink-Winged Golden Lion said with utter disdain.

"The resources were provided by me."

"Did I ask you to give it? Wasn't it something you did voluntarily?"

"You son of a bitch!"

For no apparent reason, Jun Wushuang and Mo Yi Jinshi started arguing again.

Junlin said he enjoyed watching it.

The story of a chosen one arguing with their contracted mount is common, but it's not often seen in reality.

After all, there aren't many people who are chosen by fate.

...

Compared to the Darkwing Golden Lion, the Golden Lion puppets created by King's Landing are much slower.

Fortunately, the distance to the Burial Sword Manor was not far, and it only took about ten days to arrive.

In the past ten days or so, Jun Lin witnessed Jun Wushuang and the Mo Yi Golden Lion arguing a total of ten times and fighting each other eight times.

Even Er Yan found their way of getting along and the frequency of their fights absurd; she and Er Nan shouldn't fight eight times in ten days.

Burial Sword Manor.

Despite not being a particularly famous manor in the Central Sacred Capital, its strength is still quite considerable.

After all, the reason why Burial Sword Manor is not famous is because it is backed by two holy lands.

But to say that Burial Sword Manor is not strong is pure nonsense.

The Burial Sword Manor also has a titled Supreme.

The so-called titled Supreme Being, as the name suggests, is a supreme being who has been granted a title and is recognized by the world as a strong person.

A title can be self-proclaimed or bestowed upon someone by the world, but ultimately, it requires sufficient strength.

If one lacks the strength to bestow a title upon oneself, it is nothing but self-humiliation.

"We've arrived! Brother Luo, do you have an invitation?" Jun Wushuang looked at the Burial Sword Manor in front of him and turned to ask.

"No, you brought me here, why would I need to pay for my own invitation?" Junlin shrugged and asked in return.

"Haha, of course not. Brother Luo, you can come in with me later." Jun Wushuang laughed, but secretly thought it was a pity.

If Junlin were to take out the invitation, he could determine Junlin's approximate identity based on the style of the invitation.

Unexpectedly, Junlin was so cautious that he denied it without even thinking about it.

Soon, the group arrived at the gate of the Burial Sword Manor.

Because Jun Wushuang had an invitation, there were no unexpected incidents, and they entered the Burial Sword Manor.

The area occupied by Burial Sword Manor is not large, not comparable to those sects that occupy a mountain range and hundreds of spiritual peaks.

But at this moment, the Burial Sword Manor is filled with powerful figures.

Looking around, many of them had cultivation levels that were impossible to discern, clearly indicating they were experts at the Supreme Realm.

These Supreme Realm experts usually follow a young man or woman who is at the peak of the Ninth Realm.

Clearly, these young men and women are here to participate in this martial arts tournament, and they all have impressive backgrounds.

Errou leaned against King's Landing, her curious gaze constantly taking in the dazzling array of delicacies on display.

"Brother-in-law~"

Erjou stared longingly at King's Landing.

Seeing this, Junlin couldn't help but chuckle, and patted Errou's little head, saying, "It was prepared for the guests, so there's nothing to worry about."

With King's approval, Erjou happily walked to the nearest table laden with various delicacies.

Seeing this, Er Yan followed. Compared to Jun Lin, Er Rou needed her more attention.

Having been abandoned by his wife and sister-in-law, Junlin turned around to ask when the martial arts tournament would officially begin.

He was already eager to make his good brother famous.

Before he could even ask, a stunningly beautiful young woman appeared before Jun Wushuang with a smile on her face. "Young Master Wushuang, it's been a long time."

Jun Wushuang responded indifferently, "Yeah, long time no see."

Mo Yi Jin Shi was not with Jun Wushuang at this moment, but stood next to Jun Lin and said, "Look at this kid, he acts like this whenever a girl hits on him. To be honest, this kid's life will be like this forever. It's a good thing he met you, otherwise I would have to live a miserable life with this kid for the rest of my life."

The Black-Winged Golden Lion's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was a powerhouse above the Ninth Realm, or even the Supreme Realm.

This is essentially no different from shouting it out in front of them.

Junlin nodded in agreement.

Jun Wushuang's face was gloomy.

The girl who had come to chat him up gave an awkward smile upon hearing this. Seeing Jun Wushuang's gloomy expression, she didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly turned and left.

Then, Jun Wushuang went directly to the Black Winged Golden Lion and asked, "Can't you use telepathy to speak?"

"Why should I use telepathy? I helped you out of a tight spot and you're blaming me? And did I say anything wrong?" The Ink-Winged Golden Lion was very dissatisfied.

Jun Wushuang hardened, his fist hardened.

If he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of so many people, he would have definitely kicked the Ink-Winged Golden Lion in the groin a few times.

"Hahaha! Second brother, I told you why you signed an equal contract? If you had just signed a master-servant contract, would you have put up with this kind of treatment?" A young man dressed in a black robe with a black bird perched on his shoulder walked over with a laugh.

"What are you barking about again? You don't actually think that stupid bird on your shoulder can beat me, do you?" The Ink-Winged Golden Lion retorted without any politeness.

"..."

Jun Wuyai remained silent for a moment, then looked at the black bird on his shoulder.

Admittedly, although both are ancient mythical beasts, the Black-Winged Golden Lion's cultivation level is indeed much stronger than that of his Black Crow.

Jun Wuyai looked at Jun Wushuang, pointed at the Ink-Winged Golden Lion, and the meaning was self-evident.

If Jun Wushuang and Mo Yi Jinshi had signed a master-servant contract, Mo Yi Jinshi would never have dared to be so arrogant.

Jun Wushuang shrugged, not caring.

While master-servant contracts do have their advantages, he did not regret signing an equal contract.

After all, although Mo Yi Jin Shi was a bit despicable, a bit deserving of death, a bit beastly, and a bit shameless... he still regarded Mo Yi Jin Shi as a brother.

Seeing this, Jun Wuyai shook his head. He had no interest in understanding the love-hate relationship between his second brother and the lion.

But if I have the chance, I'll definitely break off these lion wings and roast them!

Jun Wuyai's gaze fell on Jun Lin, who was standing to the side. "Who is this friend?"

Before Jun Wushuang could speak, the Ink-Winged Golden Lion replied, "Yes, my brother. What do you want?"

Jun Wuyai glanced at the Ink-Winged Golden Lion, then ignored it completely.

He turned to Junlin, a slight smile playing on his lips, "My friend, interested in becoming a demonic cultivator? I'll give you a Soul Refining Banner as a starting gift."