[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body":3,"chapter-starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body-starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body-chapter-106":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting with the Wasteland Sacred Body",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2340913,4576,"Chapter 106: Forces Converge, Huang Xuan Yi","starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>To Qin Xuan, Jun Xiaoyao was nothing short of a figure from legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, upon learning Jun Xiaoyao’s true identity, she stood frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was too dreamlike, too unreal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you just standing there?” Jun Xiaoyao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin... Qin Xuan bows before the Divine Son!” Qin Xuan’s voice trembled as she bowed to Jun Xiaoyao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, get on,” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such humble reverence was nothing new to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Xuan, heart pounding with nervous excitement, her cheeks flushed red, leapt onto the Nine-Headed Lion’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nine-Headed Lion could shrink or grow at will—carrying a hundred people posed no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing behind, Qin Xuan gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with awe and adoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—Yang Pan will pay,” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t seeking revenge for Qin Xuan; he simply wanted to harvest Yang Pan’s crops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Qin Xuan, this was clearly avenging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Divine Son!” Qin Xuan’s voice quivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others might not be able to handle the Champion Marquis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Qin Xuan believed Jun Xiaoyao could do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, the cultivators drawn by the Nine-Headed Lion’s presence suddenly widened their eyes and drew sharp breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That... that figure—is he the Jun Clan’s Divine Son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, definitely. Only the Jun Clan’s Divine Son could subdue the Nine-Headed Lion as a mount—and radiate such overwhelming aura.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah... someone just claimed the Jun Clan’s Divine Son was afraid of the Champion Marquis—who’d have thought he’d already arrived?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps the Divine Son doesn’t even regard the Champion Marquis as worth noticing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From all directions, a storm of murmurs and exclamations erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless curious, burning, admiring, and astonished gazes locked onto Jun Xiaoyao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, too much fame was a nuisance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nine-Headed Lion soared into the sky, carrying Jun Xiaoyao and Qin Xuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao gazed into the distance, toward the direction of the imperial palace’s Forbidden City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The imperial palace, Forbidden City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forces from all quarters had gathered; the atmosphere was deafeningly vibrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, factions arrived and took their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, two phoenix cries echoed across the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two golden-bright phoenixes pulled two palanquins across the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s... Wanhuang Lingshan!” Many cultivators looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two crimson streaks flashed from the palanquins—Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both bore feathered wings on their backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Qing Ling’s skin was snow-white, her crimson eyes gleaming, her expression cold and unamiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she still seethed over her ordeal at Xianqiong Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That humiliating experience was a nightmare for a noblewoman like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Huang Xuan Yi wore a crimson robe adorned with feathered wings at the shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked strikingly handsome, with a crimson mark on his forehead—profound and mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling—both renowned prodigies of Wanhuang Lingshan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I heard Feng Qing Ling was humiliated at Xianqiong Tower by some mysterious prodigy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh, lower your voice—don’t let them hear you, or disaster will strike,” a cultivator urgently warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Provoking Wanhuang Lingshan brought no good end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the faint whispers, Feng Qing Ling’s face darkened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With your strength, you shouldn’t have lost so easily,” Huang Xuan Yi said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That guy’s physical power is even more terrifying than our ancient royal clan’s,” Feng Qing Ling replied, voice thick with resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be... the Jun Clan’s Divine Son, who wields the Primal Ancient Holy Body?” Huang Xuan Yi speculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Jun Clan’s Divine Son?” Feng Qing Ling’s body jolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t considered it before, because rumors claimed Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t come to Panwu Divine Dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And surely not every physically powerful person could be Jun Xiaoyao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, upon reflection, she realized it was not impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, it’s almost certainly him,” Huang Xuan Yi said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they first left Wanhuang Lingshan, they’d mocked Jun Xiaoyao for underestimating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was Feng Qing Ling who had suffered a crushing defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I’ll face Jun Xiaoyao myself,” Huang Xuan Yi said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, faint crimson-gold flames flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a top prodigy of Wanhuang Lingshan, when had he ever feared anyone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xuan Yi, you must help me get revenge,” Feng Qing Ling hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, her jade arm still throbbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, they descended into the VIP seating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere in the sky, a carriage crossed the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the banner on the carriage, many were startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Primal Ancient Ye Clan has arrived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the carriage, two figures emerged—Ye Xingyun and his old servant Fu Bo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Bo’s aged eyes regarded Ye Xingyun with quiet pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his crushing defeat at Jun Xiaoyao’s hands, Ye Xingyun had returned to the Ye Clan and become an entirely different person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent every day in seclusion, buried in cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His temperament had grown far more composed, shedding the arrogance and impulsiveness of youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jun Xiaoyao... will you show up?” Ye Xingyun murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after Ye Xingyun and his party took their seats,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>another flying ancient beast dragged a war chariot through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the Northern Lands Wang Clan!” Some major factions widened their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dominant force in the Northern Lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the Wang Clan’s Young Emperor come to compete for Imperial Son-in-Law?” Some cultivators stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wang Clan’s most renowned figure was unquestionably their prodigy, Young Emperor Wang Teng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man his father called destined for Emperorhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng rarely entered the world, spending most time in seclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every time he emerged, countless prodigies challenged him—only to be crushed in a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Wang Teng’s name began to echo across the Huangtian Immortal Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, if it’s truly Young Emperor Wang Teng, this will be interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed—Divine Son, Young Emperor, Champion Marquis—who isn’t an extraordinary genius?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-20T23:29:44.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 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