Chapter 129: Jun Lingcang

As a member of the First Sequence, he had once humbly requested Ajiu to become his master.

Ajiu refused.

Yet now, he willingly became Jun Xiaoyao's guardian.

This disparity in treatment was immense.

Jun Lingcang admitted he felt a touch of envy.

After all, he could not forget.

When he was young, he had been drawn by a strand of qin music to a desolate courtyard, where he saw the exquisite silhouette playing beneath the moonlight.

One glance, and he could never forget.

Even after he later awakened his Double Pupils, surged to become the exalted First Sequence, he never forgot that silhouette.

Now, he had returned from training in the ancient forbidden zone.

Believing he finally had the merit to earn Ajiu's gaze and become her disciple.

Yet Ajiu had already become Jun Xiaoyao's guardian.

Anyone in his place would find it unbearable.

Yet Jun Lingcang, no less than the First Sequence of the Jun Clan, possessed a deep, unshakable composure.

He felt no anger, no rage—only calm.

Jun Daolin began to vent to Jun Lingcang.

"Lord Lingcang, you wouldn't believe how biased the clan is toward the Divine Son—last time I wanted ten pieces of Immortal Source, the elders said I had to yield them to the Divine Son for his cultivation."

Jun Daolin thought of this and grew gloomy.

He had wanted a few pieces of Immortal Source to test a new array, but was told all Immortal Source must go to Jun Xiaoyao.

This left Jun Daolin speechless—he was one of the Top Ten Sequences; was this his treatment?

"Indeed, the clan favors the Divine Son too much—even resources originally meant for Lord Lingcang have all been given to him." Jun Xiyu spoke up beside him, defending Jun Lingcang.

Her admiration for Jun Lingcang was equal to Jun Linglong and Jun Xuehuang's admiration for Jun Xiaoyao.

She even believed Jun Lingcang was the strongest young genius in the Immortal Realm.

Even Jun Xiaoyao couldn't match him.

"That does seem unfair," Jun Lingcang said coolly.

"So, Lord Lingcang, now that you've finally returned, you must curb the Divine Son's arrogance—don't let the clan favor him so much." Jun Daolin said.

Jun Lingcang replied softly: "You mean for me to suppress my cousin?"

Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu fell silent, but their intent was clear.

"Foolish!"

Jun Lingcang's expression turned slightly cold.

Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu froze, momentarily stunned.

"Does the clan raise you Sequences just so you can scheme against each other?" Jun Lingcang rebuked coldly.

"But Lord Lingcang…" Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu both wanted to protest.

They felt the Jun Clan favored Jun Xiaoyao too much and treated Jun Lingcang unjustly.

"Strife is fine—but you should fight to slay the Ancient Imperial Clans, to challenge the prodigies of other primordial clans, not turn on each other." Jun Lingcang rose, his expression indifferent.

"I am disappointed in you." Jun Lingcang turned away, hands clasped behind his back.

"Please forgive us, Lord Lingcang!" Both bowed deeply.

Other elders of this lineage, witnessing this, could not help but murmur in admiration.

Jun Lingcang was truly worthy of leading as the First Sequence.

Think of it—how could the primordial Jun Clan ever let a twisted, malicious genius lead them?

"You understand your mistake. Do not repeat it." Jun Lingcang's tone softened slightly.

They rose.

Yet Jun Xiyu felt no grievance—instead, her gaze toward Jun Lingcang grew even more reverent.

This was the true leader of the Jun Clan, whose breadth of heart rivaled the sea.

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao, though equally imposing, was selfish—everything served only himself, even denying them a single piece of the Immortal Source.

Thinking of this, Jun Xiyu felt even more injustice toward Jun Lingcang.

Why was Zero Sequence not Jun Lingcang, but Jun Xiaoyao?

"Is my cousin still in seclusion?" Jun Lingcang asked.

"Yes," Jun Daolin replied.

"Pity—I'd like to see what manner of man he truly is." Jun Lingcang shook his head slightly.

Hearing this, Jun Daolin, Jun Xiyu, and the other elders all stared in surprise.

It seemed Jun Lingcang had not abandoned his rivalry with Jun Xiaoyao.

Ajiu remained a thorn in his heart.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I will defeat you honorably, and make Ajiu see who truly deserves her loyalty…" Jun Lingcang stood with hands behind his back, murmuring inwardly.

He would use no underhanded tactics.

He would defeat Jun Xiaoyao openly and fairly.

Only then could he prove himself to Ajiu.

News of Jun Lingcang's return to the Jun Clan spread quickly.

The clan's enemies all wore grim expressions.

One Jun Xiaoyao was already suffocating enough—now another First Sequence with Double Pupils had returned.

Many believed the Jun Clan's younger generation might sweep the entire Immortal Realm.

Yet none were more troubled than the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

As the Jun Clan's foremost ancient rival.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest had suffered one defeat after another.

Long Zihao was slain, Long Bichi had nearly shattered his Dao heart from Jun Xiaoyao's terror, and even his Dragon Bone was taken by Jun Xiaoyao.

It was a pitiful, wretched mess.

And their finest young prodigy, Long Aotian, remained in seclusion.

Thus, the Ancestral Dragon Nest's younger generation had almost no one capable of standing against him.

"Two Dragons emerge, the Ancestral Dragon prospers—was that prophecy true after all?"

Even some elders within the Ancestral Dragon Nest had begun to doubt.

Just as the Ancestral Dragon Nest was on the verge of despair.

In Heimozhou, one of the Three Thousand Dao States.

A blood-soaked, frenzied youth raced desperately toward a destination.

"Finally gathered it all—Jun Xiaoyao, you're dead this time! No one can save you!"

The youth was naturally Xiao Chen.

After Qinglong Shiren rescued him, Xiao Chen had spent his time collecting the blood of young boys and girls, quickly gathering it all.

Now, Xiao Chen's mind held only one thought.

Kill Jun Xiaoyao!

"Ah…" Qinglong Shiren sighed.

A once-vibrant youth, reduced to this monstrous state—what a pity.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son is terrifying—only an ancient anomaly from the Ancestral Dragon Nest could possibly subdue him," Qinglong Shiren thought.

Not long after, Xiao Chen returned to the ancient nest.

The moment he stepped inside, the ancient anomaly sensed him.

"Hmph… As I predicted, mortal—you've come…" A cold voice, laced with mockery, echoed.

As if all had been within her calculation and control.

"I've brought what you asked for—but you must first agree to my condition," Xiao Chen rasped, his eyes blood-red, like a beast ready to devour.

"Say it." The voice replied, calm and single-worded.

"I want you to kill the Jun Clan's current Divine Son—Jun Xiaoyao!"

Xiao Chen spoke, each word sharp as iron, unyielding.