Chapter 101: Three Strikes, Overwhelming: The Unbelievable Feng Qingling Is Driven Away

Hearing the voice, Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed a cold glint as he turned to look at Feng Qingling.

Feng Qingling’s gaze, burning with heat, fixed on the Fengming Qishan Qin.

The qin's attributes suited her perfectly, as if it had been crafted expressly for her.

Not to mention, it was a rare ancient holy weapon.

Ancient holy weapons of the qin type were exceedingly rare—they were not merely for cultivating one’s temperament.

As weapons for combat, their power was formidable.

Thus, Feng Qingling was tempted and couldn’t help speaking up.

“Oh? And then?” Jun Xiaoyao’s tone carried amusement.

“One thousand supreme-grade divine sources, for your ancient qin,” Feng Qingling said casually.

Several young prodigies around them drew in sharp breaths.

No wonder she was a scion of the Ancient Imperial Clan—she casually produced a thousand supreme-grade divine sources.

But many glanced at the Fengming Qishan Qin in Jun Xiaoyao’s hand.

Compared to an ancient holy weapon like that, a thousand supreme-grade divine sources were certainly not much.

In fact, they were almost pitiful.

After all, the value of an ancient holy weapon could not be measured by supreme-grade divine sources alone.

At the very least, it required immortal sources for valuation.

Even as a noble daughter of Wanhuang Lingshan, she could not possibly possess many immortal sources.

Immortal sources were exceedingly rare and scarce even within the Jun Clan.

“One thousand supreme-grade divine sources for my ancient qin? If your mind is faulty, go find someone to treat it,” Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

He hadn’t even sought trouble with Wanhuang Lingshan, yet they dared to lay eyes on his ancient qin.

“Hm? Do you know who I am?” Feng Qingling’s slender brows arched.

“I don’t care who you are, and I’m not the least interested. If you want to die, keep dancing in front of me,” Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

Hearing this, many young elites stared in shock.

Feng Qingling was a noble daughter of Wanhuang Lingshan—her status and power were not to be trifled with by ordinary people.

Even heirs of immortal sects would never treat her this way.

“You seek death! Refuse the cup of wine and take the punishment!” Feng Qingling’s beautiful eyes blazed with crimson flames—she was truly enraged.

As a noble daughter of Wanhuang Lingshan, wherever she went, all looked to her in reverence; no one dared offend her.

In her mind, since she had taken interest in this ancient qin, Jun Xiaoyao should have gladly given it to her.

Feng Qingling struck without hesitation, her jade hand sweeping out as a string of crimson runes rose into the air, coalescing into the shape of a phoenix’s wing.

“Could that be… the True Phoenix Great Divine Art?!”

Many young elites rose to their feet, eyes filled with awe.

Wanhuang Lingshan’s True Phoenix Great Divine Art stood alongside the True Dragon Great Divine Art of the Ancestral Dragon Nest—both were among the pinnacle martial arts of the Immortal Realm.

“No, there’s the aura of the True Phoenix Great Divine Art within it, but it’s not the true art—likely just an offshoot technique,” some prodigies with sharper eyes murmured.

Yet even as an offshoot technique, its power, when wielded by Feng Qingling, was devastatingly formidable.

Not to mention, her own cultivation base had already reached the peak of the Unification Realm.

At her age, achieving such cultivation, Feng Qingling was truly worthy of her title as Wanhuang Lingshan’s noble daughter.

“Young Master, be careful…” Qin Xuan and Tianqin Nv both cried out in alarm.

Seeing Tianqin Nv’s intense focus on Jun Xiaoyao, the Third Imperial Prince’s expression grew darker.

“Provoking a noble daughter of Wanhuang Lingshan—he won’t even know how he dies…” the Third Imperial Prince thought coldly.

And just as this thought arose in his mind—

The next instant, Jun Xiaoyao moved.

Without using any technique, he simply raised his palm and struck.

Puff!

Jun Xiaoyao’s palm collided with Feng Qingling’s technique.

Accompanied by a chilling crack—

Feng Qingling’s face instantly turned ashen.

Crack!

Her outstretched jade arm was shattered by a terrifying force, bones snapping.

Her entire body was thrown backward, slamming violently into a stone pillar.

Fortunately, the entire Xianqiong Tower was inscribed with defensive arrays—otherwise, this single clash would have collapsed half the tower.

“How is this possible?” Feng Qingling’s crimson lips turned as white as paper.

The divine flames and aura surrounding her were scattered, revealing her true face.

On her snow-white, exquisite features lay a look of panic.

Though she was a woman, slender and delicate-boned—

Her slight phoenix bloodline granted her physical strength far exceeding that of many human cultivators who specialized in body refinement.

That was why she was stunned—how could this human’s body be so terrifyingly strong?

Was he, like her, an Ancient Imperial Clan descendant?

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao raised his palm again, simply and effortlessly.

Against Feng Qingling, he didn’t even need to use any technique—he could suppress her with one hand.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his palm once more, Feng Qingling gritted her teeth.

The pride of an Ancient Imperial Clan heir made such humiliation unbearable.

Crimson aura flared from her arm, her bloodline swirling as her shattered bones rapidly healed.

“Incredible physical strength!”

“Rumors say Feng Qingling underwent the Phoenix Blood Pool’s purification within Wanhuang Lingshan—her body is astonishing. Clearly, the rumors are true.”

Feng Qingling’s condition once again drew gasps from the crowd.

No wonder she was an heir of an immortal lineage—her techniques and hidden cards far surpassed those of ordinary prodigies.

“What’s the use?” Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained cold and expressionless.

“Flying Phoenix Claw!”

Feng Qingling transformed her palm into a claw, summoning a crimson-veined phoenix claw that tore through the air with a hissing rush.

A single strike of this claw would instantly shred an ordinary Unification Realm prodigy.

Jun Xiaoyao clenched his fist, shattering the Flying Phoenix Claw outright—Feng Qingling was flung back again, spitting blood.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes glinted coldly; his right arm shimmered faintly with divine light, entwined with immortal aura.

He activated the power of a Great Luo Immortal Bone.

Instantly, Feng Qingling’s entire body broke out in goosebumps—a profound sense of danger surged in her heart.

Jun Xiaoyao showed no mercy, his fist strike world-shaking.

Feng Qingling swiftly raised one hand, summoning a protective magic treasure—a crimson-gold shield shaped like a closed phoenix wing.

Boom!

A thunderous crash echoed, like celestial iron colliding.

The high-grade shield shattered into pieces.

Feng Qingling’s soul nearly fled her body; her phoenix wings flared, lifting her into the air as she darted into her palanquin and fled like lightning.

She didn’t even have time to utter a single threat.

…

Dead silence.

All the prodigies and elites on the top floor of Xianqiong Tower stood frozen, as if petrified.

Feng Qingling, the famed noble daughter of Wanhuang Lingshan, had been driven off in three strikes.

If this news spread, it would cause a major uproar.

Tianqin Nv’s gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao shimmered with renewed admiration.

Qin Xuan’s mouth hung open in shock—she hadn’t expected Jun Xiaoyao to be this powerful.

The young master of Wanbao Merchant Guild’s expression had shifted from suspicion and caution to grave seriousness.

As a merchant guild heir, he was smooth-tongued and sharp-minded—he knew such a person must never be provoked in the slightest.

But the Third Imperial Prince was different.

Born to supreme status, he had ruled over the Panwu Divine Dynasty like a storm.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao’s arrival had sent his sense of threat soaring.

Seeing Tianqin Nv’s attitude toward Jun Xiaoyao, the Third Imperial Prince was infuriated to his core.

“Young Master, you haven’t yet replied to Tianqin Nv’s earlier request,” Tianqin Nv murmured softly.

She meant, of course, the request to spend the night with Jun Xiaoyao—no, to play the qin with him.

Her tone carried a hint of coquettishness.