Chapter 106: Forces Converge, Huang Xuan Yi

To Qin Xuan, Jun Xiaoyao was nothing short of a figure from legend.

Now, upon learning Jun Xiaoyao’s true identity, she stood frozen in place.

This was too dreamlike, too unreal!

“Why are you just standing there?” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Qin... Qin Xuan bows before the Divine Son!” Qin Xuan’s voice trembled as she bowed to Jun Xiaoyao.

“Enough, get on,” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

Such humble reverence was nothing new to him.

Qin Xuan, heart pounding with nervous excitement, her cheeks flushed red, leapt onto the Nine-Headed Lion’s back.

The Nine-Headed Lion could shrink or grow at will—carrying a hundred people posed no problem.

Standing behind, Qin Xuan gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with awe and adoration.

“Don’t worry—Yang Pan will pay,” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

He wasn’t seeking revenge for Qin Xuan; he simply wanted to harvest Yang Pan’s crops.

But to Qin Xuan, this was clearly avenging her.

“Thank you, Divine Son!” Qin Xuan’s voice quivered.

Others might not be able to handle the Champion Marquis.

But Qin Xuan believed Jun Xiaoyao could do it.

Around them, the cultivators drawn by the Nine-Headed Lion’s presence suddenly widened their eyes and drew sharp breaths.

“That... that figure—is he the Jun Clan’s Divine Son?”

“Yes, definitely. Only the Jun Clan’s Divine Son could subdue the Nine-Headed Lion as a mount—and radiate such overwhelming aura.”

“Gah... someone just claimed the Jun Clan’s Divine Son was afraid of the Champion Marquis—who’d have thought he’d already arrived?”

“Perhaps the Divine Son doesn’t even regard the Champion Marquis as worth noticing?”

From all directions, a storm of murmurs and exclamations erupted.

Countless curious, burning, admiring, and astonished gazes locked onto Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Sometimes, too much fame was a nuisance.

The Nine-Headed Lion soared into the sky, carrying Jun Xiaoyao and Qin Xuan.

Jun Xiaoyao gazed into the distance, toward the direction of the imperial palace’s Forbidden City.

“The Champion Marquis has been jumping long enough—it’s time to slap him awake and make him face reality,” Jun Xiaoyao said, hands behind his back.

The imperial palace, Forbidden City.

Forces from all quarters had gathered; the atmosphere was deafeningly vibrant.

One after another, factions arrived and took their seats.

Suddenly, two phoenix cries echoed across the heavens.

Two golden-bright phoenixes pulled two palanquins across the void.

“That’s... Wanhuang Lingshan!” Many cultivators looked up.

As a top-tier ancient royal clan rivaling the Ancestral Dragon Nest, Wanhuang Lingshan’s reputation and intimidation were no less than the latter’s.

Two crimson streaks flashed from the palanquins—Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling.

Both bore feathered wings on their backs.

Feng Qing Ling’s skin was snow-white, her crimson eyes gleaming, her expression cold and unamiable.

Clearly, she still seethed over her ordeal at Xianqiong Tower.

That humiliating experience was a nightmare for a noblewoman like her.

Beside her, Huang Xuan Yi wore a crimson robe adorned with feathered wings at the shoulders.

He looked strikingly handsome, with a crimson mark on his forehead—profound and mysterious.

“It’s Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling—both renowned prodigies of Wanhuang Lingshan.”

“But I heard Feng Qing Ling was humiliated at Xianqiong Tower by some mysterious prodigy.”

“Shh, lower your voice—don’t let them hear you, or disaster will strike,” a cultivator urgently warned.

Provoking Wanhuang Lingshan brought no good end.

Hearing the faint whispers, Feng Qing Ling’s face darkened further.

“With your strength, you shouldn’t have lost so easily,” Huang Xuan Yi said.

“That guy’s physical power is even more terrifying than our ancient royal clan’s,” Feng Qing Ling replied, voice thick with resentment.

“Could it be... the Jun Clan’s Divine Son, who wields the Primal Ancient Holy Body?” Huang Xuan Yi speculated.

Aside from a few rare body types like the Human Holy Body, Huang Xuan Yi couldn’t imagine any other that surpassed the ancient royal clans in physical might.

“The Jun Clan’s Divine Son?” Feng Qing Ling’s body jolted.

She hadn’t considered it before, because rumors claimed Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t come to Panwu Divine Dynasty.

And surely not every physically powerful person could be Jun Xiaoyao?

Yet now, upon reflection, she realized it was not impossible.

“Hmph, it’s almost certainly him,” Huang Xuan Yi said.

“If it really is him, the Jun Clan’s Divine Son is even more terrifying than the legends suggest,” Feng Qing Ling said with deep wariness.

When they first left Wanhuang Lingshan, they’d mocked Jun Xiaoyao for underestimating them.

Now, it was Feng Qing Ling who had suffered a crushing defeat.

“Don’t worry—I’ll face Jun Xiaoyao myself,” Huang Xuan Yi said calmly.

In his eyes, faint crimson-gold flames flickered.

As a top prodigy of Wanhuang Lingshan, when had he ever feared anyone?

“Xuan Yi, you must help me get revenge,” Feng Qing Ling hissed.

Even now, her jade arm still throbbed.

As they spoke, they descended into the VIP seating.

Elsewhere in the sky, a carriage crossed the void.

Seeing the banner on the carriage, many were startled.

“The Primal Ancient Ye Clan has arrived.”

From within the carriage, two figures emerged—Ye Xingyun and his old servant Fu Bo.

Fu Bo’s aged eyes regarded Ye Xingyun with quiet pride.

Since his crushing defeat at Jun Xiaoyao’s hands, Ye Xingyun had returned to the Ye Clan and become an entirely different person.

He spent every day in seclusion, buried in cultivation.

His temperament had grown far more composed, shedding the arrogance and impulsiveness of youth.

“Jun Xiaoyao... will you show up?” Ye Xingyun murmured.

Soon after Ye Xingyun and his party took their seats,

another flying ancient beast dragged a war chariot through the sky.

“That’s the Northern Lands Wang Clan!” Some major factions widened their eyes.

The Northern Lands Wang Clan, located in the far north of the Huangtian Immortal Realm, was a famed Primal Ancient clan, controlling over thirty Daozhou regions.

A dominant force in the Northern Lands.

“Has the Wang Clan’s Young Emperor come to compete for Imperial Son-in-Law?” Some cultivators stared.

The Wang Clan’s most renowned figure was unquestionably their prodigy, Young Emperor Wang Teng.

A man his father called destined for Emperorhood.

Wang Teng rarely entered the world, spending most time in seclusion.

But every time he emerged, countless prodigies challenged him—only to be crushed in a single blow.

Thus, Wang Teng’s name began to echo across the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

“Heh, if it’s truly Young Emperor Wang Teng, this will be interesting.”

“Indeed—Divine Son, Young Emperor, Champion Marquis—who isn’t an extraordinary genius?”

Many eagerly anticipated the clash between the Jun Clan’s Divine Son, the Wang Clan’s Young Emperor, and the Divine Dynasty’s Champion Marquis.