Chapter 107: Ye Xingyun

Several streaks of light descended from the flying ancient beast.

All eyes turned toward them; at the forefront stood a tall youth with a proud, defiant gaze.

Seeing this man, the surrounding cultivators felt a hint of disappointment.

“Not the Young Emperor of the Wang Clan—just Wang Gang, Wang Teng’s younger brother,” murmured a young prodigy, shaking his head in mild disappointment.

They had hoped to catch a glimpse of the Young Emperor’s grandeur.

“Hmph, how could my brother possibly come here to compete with a crowd for the position of Imperial Son-in-Law?” Wang Gang swept his gaze around and sneered coldly.

He held great respect for Wang Teng.

In his mind, if Wu Mingyue were to pursue him willingly, Wang Teng might even accept.

For Wang Teng to come here and fight for the role of Imperial Son-in-Law would be beneath the Young Emperor’s dignity.

The entire Wang Clan of the North takes pride in Wang Teng.

At that moment, the distant sky rumbled again as a palanquin approached.

“The Jun Clan has finally arrived!”

Many cultivators from the assembled factions rose to their feet, gazing eagerly to see if Jun Xiaoyao had appeared.

But to their disappointment, they saw no trace of the nine-headed lion.

That was Jun Xiaoyao’s personal mount.

Jun Zhantian appeared, accompanied by Jun Zhangjian and several others.

After confirming definitively that Jun Xiaoyao was not among them,

murmurs and comments spread through the crowd.

Of course, most still believed that even if Jun Xiaoyao couldn’t defeat the Champion Marquis, he certainly wouldn’t fear him.

A few others thought Jun Xiaoyao had grown fearful and dared not show his face.

“What short-sighted fools you are—how could anyone fathom my master’s true strength?” Jun Linglong said coolly.

Even those closest to him didn’t know his true cultivation base.

How could outsiders possibly understand?

“Ignore them. I believe Xiaoyao will come,” Jun Zhantian said with a confident smile.

Not long after, the Jiang Clan arrived.

Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli, the two beauties—tall and petite—appeared, as if adding radiance to heaven and earth.

Countless eyes were drawn to these two graceful figures.

“They say the Divine Dynasty’s Princess is a paragon of beauty, but the Jiang sisters surpass her,” murmured a young prodigy in admiration.

“If I could win even one of these beauties’ favor, I’d die content!” a male cultivator sighed dreamily.

“You’re dreaming—do you think you’re the Jun Clan’s Divine Son?” a group scoffed, rolling their eyes.

At the Ye Clan’s side, Ye Xingyun’s pupils trembled slightly.

The slender, ethereal figure he had longed for day and night had appeared.

Though his personality had subtly changed, his feelings remained unchanged.

Just as Ye Xingyun was about to step forward and greet her,

Jiang Luoli bounded straight toward the Jun Clan’s side.

“Where’s Xiaoyao brother? Where’s Xiaoyao brother?” Jiang Luoli craned her neck, scanning the Jun Clan’s crowd.

But left and right, she saw no trace of the figure she had missed day and night.

“Xiaoyao hasn’t arrived yet,” said Jun Zhantian.

“You’re so impatient, little one?” Jiang Shengyi walked over, her snow-white robe spotless, her divine beauty like a dream, intoxicating.

“Hmph…” Jiang Luoli puffed out her cheeks and wrinkled her tiny nose.

She was a little upset.

Because she hadn’t seen the one she wanted to see.

And just then, Ye Xingyun happened to approach.

“Luoli, it’s been a long time,” Ye Xingyun offered a composed, courteous smile.

“Who are you?” Jiang Luoli frowned, irritated.

“I’m Ye Xingyun,” Ye Xingyun’s face stiffened again.

“Oh, now I remember…” Jiang Luoli nodded her small head.

But before Ye Xingyun could secretly rejoice, he heard:

“You’re the one Xiaoyao brother knocked out cold, right?”

Even with his usually calm demeanor, Ye Xingyun nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Luoli spoke of “Xiaoyao brother” constantly.

It was like a curse, driving Ye Xingyun mad with envy—he longed to erase Jun Xiaoyao from existence.

He forced a stiff smile, then turned and walked away.

Jiang Luoli didn’t care—her heart held only Jun Xiaoyao.

“Don’t worry, little one—I think he’ll come,” Jiang Shengyi smiled gently, soothing her.

Though she showed no sign, inside…

She too wanted to see Jun Xiaoyao.

No—she very much wanted to.

As time passed, the major immortal factions had all arrived.

Yet no one noticed a hooded figure seated in the farthest corner.

It was Xiao Chen.

His cold gaze fixed on the Jun Clan’s group.

They say love me, love my dog—hate works the same way.

“One day, if I rise to full power, I will uproot the Jun Clan entirely—cut down every last root and shoot!” Xiao Chen vowed silently.

At that moment, a chorus of shocked exclamations erupted around them.

From the distant sky, a figure shrouded in divine light descended through the air.

“It’s the Champion Marquis!” many cultivators cried out.

No wonder they were so attentive—the Champion Marquis was the very epicenter of the storm.

He was the most likely candidate to become Wu Mingyue’s Imperial Son-in-Law.

Coupled with his duel against Jun Xiaoyao,

everything had thrust the Champion Marquis into the spotlight.

The Champion Marquis before them differed from the one in the Zhuque Ancient Nation.

That one had been merely a projection.

This one was his true body.

The true Champion Marquis wore a sleek, fearsome black celestial horn divine armor, wielding a cold, razor-sharp Shangming Divine Spear.

Within him, an unceasing, radiant sword intent subtly spread—undoubtedly the Panhuang Life Sword.

“Is this the Divine Dynasty’s Champion Marquis? His aura is truly formidable!”

“Indeed—better than a hundred rumors. Though his reputation isn’t great, his strength is undeniable!”

Seeing the real Champion Marquis appear, many prodigies from the immortal factions grew solemn.

The Champion Marquis’s aura was too powerful.

Coupled with the divine armor he’d somehow acquired,

even the top prodigies of immortal clans had to tread carefully.

In the corner, Xiao Chen’s face turned icy at the sight of the Champion Marquis.

“Is this the scoundrel who dares covet Mingyue? He’s not to be underestimated,” Xiao Chen thought, coldness spreading through him.

In the sky, Yang Pan’s gaze fell on the Jun Clan.

“Hmph, so he didn’t show up after all—I overestimated Jun Xiaoyao,” Yang Pan sneered.

Jun Xiaoyao had stolen his peach, seized his opportunity, and destroyed his projection and his Saint puppet.

Yang Pan longed to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

To publicly humiliate Jun Xiaoyao’s reputation would be a kind of revenge.

But no sooner had he spoken than a sharp, furious voice rang out:

“How dare you judge Xiaoyao brother? You ugly black beetle!”

The speaker was Jiang Luoli.

Her words left the entire crowd stunned.

Then many turned to look at the Champion Marquis.

The Champion Marquis wore black celestial horn divine armor, with two curved black horns atop his head.

From afar, he did indeed resemble a giant black beetle.

Many cultivators burst into stifled laughter, hands clamped over their mouths, faces flushed.

Yang Pan’s expression darkened, turning cold and sharp.