Chapter 109

The entire Forbidden City buzzed with commotion due to Jun Xiaoyao’s arrival.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yang Pan’s ashen face and spoke calmly: “I didn’t fight because it was unnecessary—crushing you is no more trouble than swatting a fly.”

“Jun Xiaoyao, stop boasting. Just because you destroyed one of my projections, do you think you’re truly invincible?” Yang Pan said coldly.

He believed Jun Xiaoyao’s confidence stemmed from having effortlessly obliterated one of his projections.

“Hmph…” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled softly, saying nothing.

His true abilities—how could Yang Pan possibly understand them?

Cold intent surged in Yang Pan’s eyes.

Given his fiery temper, he nearly couldn’t hold back and launched an immediate battle.

But remembering he still needed to compete for the title of Imperial Son-in-Law, Yang Pan suppressed his rage for now.

Once he secured the Imperial Son-in-Law title, he would challenge Jun Xiaoyao to a decisive duel atop the Forbidden Peak.

Jun Xiaoyao clearly understood Yang Pan’s thoughts.

He didn’t care whether they fought now or later—the outcome would never change.

Seeing the temporary truce between the two, the surrounding cultivators continued to marvel.

Jun Xiaoyao’s entrance was too dominant—he shattered the invincible aura of the Marquis of the Crown.

Yet they were also curious: would Jun Xiaoyao enter the competition for Imperial Son-in-Law?

Jun Xiaoyao walked over to the Jun family’s side.

“Divine Son!” Jun Zhangjian and others bowed, their eyes filled with delight.

They had been tormented lately by those rumors.

But with Jun Xiaoyao’s appearance, all the slanderous lies collapsed on their own.

“Xiaoyao, I knew you wouldn’t avoid a fight,” Jiang Shengyi said, smiling as she approached.

“Shengyi sister.” Jun Xiaoyao gave a slight nod.

Jiang Luoli watched the two, her big eyes shifting.

She didn’t think much of it.

Divine Son, we meet again. Your all-night qin playing still lingers vividly in my memory—unforgettable.

At that moment, a stunning beauty approached once more—it was Tianqin Nü.

Her tone carried a hint of nostalgia, her eyes faintly revealing longing.

After learning Jun Xiaoyao’s true identity, she felt utterly overwhelmed with honor.

But Tianqin Nü didn’t know Jun Xiaoyao had merely used her once.

“Wha… what? All-night… love talk?”

Hearing this, Jiang Luoli froze as if struck by lightning.

“I was here first…” Jiang Luoli pouted, thick jealousy spreading through her.

“Young Lady Jiang, you misunderstand—it was playing the qin, not love talk,” Tianqin Nü explained.

Jiang Luoli still felt uneasy—after all, it was an all-night session. Who knew what inappropriate things might have happened?

“What are you imagining, girl?” Jun Xiaoyao tapped Jiang Luoli’s small head.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao trapped in this beauty’s hell, even Jun Zhangjian couldn’t help but envy him: “If I had even one-tenth of the Divine Son’s charm, I’d be content.”

“Dreaming of peaches?” Jun Xuhuang shot back.

At that moment, a majestic voice echoed from deep within the palace.

A golden arched bridge stretched across the distant sky, and a group slowly walked forward.

At their head stood a middle-aged man clad in imperial robes, his face imposing, radiating the might of a sovereign ruling all under heaven.

This man was none other than the Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty—the Panwu Divine Master.

Behind him followed a host of imperial princes and princesses.

Wu Mingyue and the Third Imperial Prince were among them.

The Third Imperial Prince immediately noticed Jun Xiaoyao—his heart plunged into icy dread.

“It’s over—it really is him… the Jun family’s Divine Son…”

The Third Imperial Prince had secretly suspected this possibility before.

Yet now, it had come true.

He had bribed the Yinming Heaven assassins to kill the Jun family’s Divine Son.

If this were exposed, he couldn’t imagine the consequences.

“It’s fine—stay calm. That Yinming Heaven assassin would never betray me,” the Third Imperial Prince thought.

And precisely at that moment, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze landed on the Third Imperial Prince.

The Third Imperial Prince froze.

Jun Xiaoyao offered a faint smile and gave a slight nod.

The Third Imperial Prince forced a strained smile in return.

Inside, he exhaled a long breath of relief.

“It seems Jun Xiaoyao doesn’t know I was behind it,” the Third Imperial Prince thought.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao suspected him, without proof, it couldn’t be proven.

He could simply deny everything and pretend ignorance.

Unfortunately, the Third Imperial Prince didn’t understand the meaning behind Jun Xiaoyao’s smile.

It was the smile of a demon.

Wu Mingyue also saw Jun Xiaoyao—her expression instantly turned unnatural.

“He really came,” Wu Mingyue sighed, unusually tense.

After all, her fate still rested in Jun Xiaoyao’s hands.

“Is that the Divine Dynasty’s Long Princess? I’ve never seen her before—truly breathtaking!”

“Yes, now I finally understand why so many prodigies are fighting to become Imperial Son-in-Law—not only can it elevate them to the heavens, but they’d also win such a beauty.”

Many cultivators gazed at Wu Mingyue, their eyes filled with awe.

Dressed in a crimson robe, Wu Mingyue was enchanting, radiant, peerlessly beautiful.

“Mingyue…”

Sitting in the corner, Xiao Chen’s heart surged with emotion, his expression faintly trembling with longing.

Wu Mingyue was his woman—he would not let her go to anyone today!

“Thank you all for attending this banquet. Today is the day my daughter Mingyue chooses her Imperial Son-in-Law—only the most outstanding prodigy may become the Panwu Divine Dynasty’s Imperial Son-in-Law.”

The Panwu Divine Master spoke, his voice echoing across the land.

“Now, the banquet begins. Young talents may begin their contests.”

As the Panwu Divine Master finished speaking, the banquet officially commenced.

“Ha! Let me make the first offering—I’ve admired Princess Mingyue for a long time.”

A handsome young man with a long sword on his back leapt onto the prepared stage, laughing.

“He’s a true disciple of the Tiannan Sword Sect—a formidable prodigy,” some cultivators said.

The Tiannan Sword Sect was a top-tier sword sect.

Yet Wu Mingyue didn’t even glance at the prodigy.

“Hmph…”

A cold laugh came from Yang Pan.

He unleashed a spear strike—terrifying spear light rippled the very void.

The Tiannan Sword Sect’s true disciple’s expression changed instantly—he drew his sword and countered.

Yet in a single blow, he was blasted backward, spitting blood, a bloody hole torn into his shoulder.

Worse still, every bone in his body had been shattered.

Several elders from the Tiannan Sword Sect rushed forward to examine him—their faces turned ashen.

But due to Yang Pan’s status and the presence of the Panwu Divine Master, they dared not speak out.

“Hmph! This Imperial Son-in-Law title is mine. Any fool who dares challenge me—step forward and fight!”

Yang Pan stood atop the stage, clad in the Heaven-Ming Horn Divine Armor, wielding the Shangmang Divine Spear—his aura unmatched.

BOOM!

As Yang Pan’s words faded, a massive aura erupted from a banquet table behind him.

Simultaneously came a cold, resolute shout:

“Only Xiao Chen can be Mingyue’s Imperial Son-in-Law. As for you, Yang Pan—get as far away as you can!”