Chapter 11: Cultivating the Art of War and Conquest, Jun Zhantian

Jun Zhangjian’s face flushed crimson and then pale in turns.

Just moments ago, he thought he shouldn’t strike too hard, lest he injure Jun Xiaoyao.

Now look—he was covered in dust, his whole body bruised and wounded.

“Young cousin Xiaoyao truly possesses the bearing of a divine being—this elder cousin is in awe…” Jun Zhangjian rose, forcing a smile uglier than a sob.

His face was utterly ruined today.

When Jun Xiaoyao fights, he goes all out—even he didn’t have time to activate the Indestructible Sword Body.

Even if he could activate the Indestructible Sword Body, Jun Zhangjian had no confidence he could subdue Jun Xiaoyao.

Because when Jun Xiaoyao was born, the heavens displayed the spectacle of ten thousand sages paying homage.

When the Sacred Body omen appears, who can stand against it?

“Truly a monster…” Jun Zhangjian muttered inwardly.

At only three years old, he already possesses such power—what will he be like in a few years? He might even challenge the top five in the sequence.

The onlookers around them were stunned, mouths agape; word of this battle would surely spread through the entire Jun family soon.

Jun Xiaoyao had just shattered the ancient limit at the Taiyue Ancient Stele, and now he had defeated Jun Zhangjian.

Even those few clan members who had previously doubted Jun Xiaoyao now bowed in awe.

“Young cousin Xiaoyao’s future is boundless; once you turn ten, you will surely join the sequence, even surpass me.” Jun Zhangjian said.

The Jun family’s rule states that only those over ten may compete for a place in the sequence.

Jun Xiaoyao merely shrugged.

He had long been designated as the zeroth sequence by the Eighteen Ancestors.

His status surpassed even the first sequence.

It was just not yet announced.

It will be revealed at his tenth-birthday banquet—when Jun Zhangjian hears the news, I wonder what expression he’ll wear.

“Young cousin Xiaoyao, farewell.” Jun Zhangjian now only wanted to lock himself away and cultivate.

Jun Xiaoyao said calmly: “By the way, cousin Zhangjian—as a sequence member, you shouldn’t let just any stray cat or dog become your follower. It diminishes your dignity.”

Upon hearing this, Jun Zhangjian’s eyes flickered, and he replied: “Understood.”

Lan Qingya, who overheard, turned beet-red with shame, her heart filled with unbearable humiliation.

Clearly, Jun Xiaoyao’s “stray cat or dog” referred to her.

Soon after, Jun Zhangjian and Lan Qingya departed.

“Hmm… my methods are still insufficient…” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes grew thoughtful.

Though he is still in the foundational stage, he ought to begin cultivating martial arts and divine techniques.

Otherwise, his arsenal is too limited.

As an ancient clan, the Jun family has no shortage of rare martial scriptures.

“I’ll ask Grandpa.” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

On the other side, Jun Zhangjian had not walked far before he stopped.

“From now on, leave the Jun family. I can no longer uphold our old ties.” Jun Zhangjian said coldly.

“No, Young Master Zhangjian, don’t drive Qingya away!” Lan Qingya’s face turned deathly pale.

In the Jun family, every cultivation resource was within her reach, and her status was far above others.

If she left the Jun family, she would be no different from those lowly female cultivators struggling at the bottom.

“Get out! If not for you, how could I have drawn such trouble and lost so much face!”

Jun Zhangjian flicked his arm, sending Lan Qingya flying, blood spurting from her mouth.

Watching Jun Zhangjian’s cold, retreating back, Lan Qingya’s pain twisted into a deep, bone-deep hatred.

“Jun Xiaoyao—it’s all your doing, using your status to oppress others…”

“Is the Ancient Sacred Body one that broke even a single chain? If I reveal this to the Jun family’s enemies, or to the Ancient Imperial Clans…”

Lan Qingya’s expression shifted as she speculated.

With her limited imagination, she could not conceive that Jun Xiaoyao had broken ten chains of the Ancient Sacred Body.

In her view, even one broken chain was exceedingly rare.

“By the way, I heard Jun Xiaoyao will hold his tenth-birthday banquet—what if I lure his enemies there…”

Lan Qingya knew full well that with her own strength, even in this life, or the next, or the one after that, she could never avenge herself against Jun Xiaoyao.

The only way was to use someone else’s blade to kill.

“Wait and see, Jun Xiaoyao—and you, that vile woman Jun Linglong—you will both pay!”

Lan Qingya, disheveled and filthy, was dragged away by Jun family guards and cast out.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao paid no attention whatsoever to this petty figure.

To Jun Xiaoyao, she was less than an ant.

He warned Jun Zhangjian only because he didn’t want to see her again.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was seeking guidance from Jun Zhantian.

“What? You want to learn martial divine techniques? That’s far too ambitious…” Jun Zhantian frowned at his white eyebrows.

In his view, Jun Xiaoyao was far too impulsive.

He was only three years old—this was the time to lay foundations, not learn martial divine techniques.

Moreover, cultivating martial divine techniques requires talent and insight, and consumes vast amounts of time.

“Let me try. If it takes too long, I’ll just drop it.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Eventually, Jun Zhantian could not refuse and agreed to let Jun Xiaoyao begin cultivating one martial divine technique.

And Jun Zhantian secretly chose a trick—he deliberately picked a powerful, high-rank, yet extremely complex attack technique from the Jun family.

“This is the Art of War and Conquest. When fully cultivated, your magic power can solidify into blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, yues, hooks, forks, and other divine weapons. Once activated, thousands of divine weapons follow, cleaving heaven and earth, with overwhelming power.” Jun Zhantian explained.

“Then I’ll cultivate the Art of War and Conquest.” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

Jun Zhantian chuckled, inwardly smug: “Grandson, you’re still too young to outwit your grandfather. This technique—I spent a full year just to barely enter its threshold…”

In Jun Zhantian’s expectation, Jun Xiaoyao would abandon it after a few days.

Yet, only a few days later…

Inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, thunderous roars echoed as boundless golden light surged into the heavens.

Golden magic power surged like a storm, then solidified into blades, spears, swords, halberds, and other divine weapons, cleaving through heaven and earth.

“Grandpa, it’s been days and I’ve barely entered the threshold—cultivating divine techniques really is complicated.” Jun Xiaoyao stepped out, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Cough…” Jun Zhantian nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Grandpa?” Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

“N-nothing… if you want to learn other techniques, go find them yourself in the Martial Library. Grandpa needs some quiet.”

Jun Zhantian turned and walked away, unwilling to stay another moment with this little monster.

Because if he stayed any longer, Jun Zhantian feared his Dao heart would shatter—he’d begin doubting whether he’d lived his entire life as a dog!

Jun Xiaoyao looked utterly baffled.

…

The next five years passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Jun Xiaoyao was eight years old.

The boy had grown into a youth, handsome as a celestial immortal descended to earth.

Sometimes Jun Linglong could stare blankly at Jun Xiaoyao’s peerless, divine beauty for an entire day without growing weary.

For any woman, to see such an immortal face every day was a blessing beyond three lifetimes of cultivation.

Jun Xiaoyao himself remained focused on cultivation, never slackening.

His core scripture was the Supreme Law of the Jun family: the Tai Xuan Scripture.

His body refinement technique was the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Force.

His soul refinement technique was the Chaotic Divine Mill Contemplation Method.

In addition, he was also cultivating other Jun family martial divine techniques, including the Art of War and Conquest—advancing on all fronts.

His cultivation base had leapt directly through the Nine Layers of the Spirit Sea and entered the Divine Palace Realm, matching Jun Zhangjian’s former level.

And due to the unique nature of the Ancient Sacred Body, his dantian’s Spirit Sea was golden, boundless and endless.

His magic power was so vast, unmatched in his realm—truly an endless Spirit Sea.

“Only two years left until the tenth-birthday banquet. After that, I should venture out into the world and investigate the Yuan Tian Supreme Treasure’s whereabouts.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He had never forgotten those two check-in locations.

After all, he had already checked in for the perfected Ancient Sacred Body and the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Force—he was curious what else he might gain next.

On the other side, Jun Linglong was also cultivating in a side pavilion of the Heavenly Emperor Palace, having fully become Jun Xiaoyao’s loyal maid.

At one moment, Jun Linglong sensed something and pulled out a jade slip for transmitting messages—a message had arrived.

“Is it her?” Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes narrowed.