Chapter 13: The Chaos Divine Mill Contemplation Method Has Been Morally Blackmailed

The Jun family, within the Palace of the Heavenly Emperor.

Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged in a secluded cultivation chamber.

Around him, piles of supreme-grade divine sources released boundless, dense spiritual energy.

In the Immortal Realm, ordinary cultivators use common source stones to cultivate.

Only cultivators from top-tier sects and first-rank factions use the more precious heavenly sources.

Only powers like ancient wasteland clans, supreme sects, and immortal imperial dynasties can afford the most precious divine sources.

Above divine sources lie immortal sources, but such things are rare and hard to come by—even ancient wasteland clans rarely possess many.

Source stones of different rarity each have four grades: low, middle, high, and supreme.

Jun Xiaoyao uses supreme-grade divine sources—the highest tier available, excluding immortal sources.

Simply put, if Jun Xiaoyao were to pull out a single supreme-grade divine source and reveal it outside, it would spark a bloody scramble.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao sat with closed eyes.

In his mind appeared a magnificent, radiant palace.

This was the spiritual palace formed by condensed soul force.

The five realms of the physical body and the five realms of the spiritual treasury both refine the body to its utmost limit.

The nine layers of the spiritual sea refine the dantian’s spiritual sea, determining the depth of one’s magic power.

The nine layers of the spiritual palace refine the spiritual palace itself, strengthening the soul.

When Jun Xiaoyao breaks through to the True Spirit Realm,

a True Spirit will gestate within his spiritual palace, and his soul force will surge again.

In time, he may even transform the True Spirit into a Primordial Spirit, freeing it from the physical body to roam the four seas and eight wildernesses.

“This Chaos Grinding Contemplation Method is truly extraordinary…” Jun Xiaoyao thought inwardly.

In his mind, a chaotic world seemed to have formed.

Amidst the chaos, a colossal, boundless divine mill turned slowly, grinding heaven and earth.

Bloodstains marred the surface of the mill, as if stained with the blood of gods and demons.

This Chaos Grinding Contemplation Method relies on visualizing the mill to crush one’s consciousness and soul, then reshaping them anew.

Jun Xiaoyao’s soul grew denser and stronger through this cycle of destruction and rebirth.

“For an ordinary person, cultivating this method would be unbearable torture—but for me, it’s not overly difficult.” Jun Xiaoyao mused.

Perhaps because his soul was a transplant from another world, his soul force far surpassed that of ordinary people.

The Chaos Grinding Mill greatly aided him without inflicting pain.

“Moreover, as my cultivation deepens, I can directly manifest the Chaos Grinding Mill using soul force as a combat technique.”

“That pain—I can endure. Others surely cannot.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured in admiration.

It seemed he had gained another powerful trump card.

Meanwhile, above Huangzhou,

a fire-spirit sparrow pulled a lavish palanquin, its wings beating through the void, leaving a brilliant trail of flame.

This drew the attention of many.

“Huh? That palanquin bears the Vermilion Bird totem—isn’t that the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom’s carriage?”

“Correct. Rumor says the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom’s royal family uses fire-spirit sparrows to pull their carriages. Could this be the famed Princess Bai Yuer?”

“And it’s heading toward the Jun family!”

The arrival of this palanquin stirred widespread discussion.

Soon after, the carriage halted outside the Jun family’s territory.

Above the entire Jun family domain, any outsider daring to fly through the sky would be deemed an invader and instantly eradicated.

The palanquin’s curtain parted, and a tall, slender woman with long legs stepped out, clad in a red feather robe—Bai Yuer.

She had come alone, without any attendants.

Bai Yuer gazed across the Jun family territory, where countless divine islands floated in the void, and various paradises exuded radiant auroras.

This left her heart shaken.

Though the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom was a first-rank power with renown far and wide, compared to the ancient wasteland clan Jun family, it was insignificant—no real comparison existed.

Yet immediately, a faint smirk of confidence and disdain curled on Bai Yuer’s lips.

So what if the Jun family was exalted?

That Jun family prodigy still coveted her body and offered her the Immortal Herb.

But Bai Yuer had already decided: she would not easily surrender her body to that Jun family prodigy.

After all, she was betrothed.

If anything happened, wouldn’t the Crown Prince of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom be left with a green crown?

Having thought it through, Bai Yuer stepped forward.

At the Jun family’s gate, elite guards stood like iron towers, their blood qi surging violently.

“Halt. State your name.”

The Jun family guard spoke coldly.

“I am Bai Yuer, Princess of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom, here to pay respects to Jun Linglong.” Bai Yuer replied coolly.

“Pay respects to a noble lady? Do you have proof? If not, leave.” The guard spoke indifferently.

Bai Yuer’s beautiful face froze.

She was a princess of a nation, yet even a gatekeeper of the Jun family dared to rebuke her so.

But since she had come seeking something, she swallowed her pride and produced the jade slip used to communicate with Jun Linglong.

“Enter.” The guard waved his hand indifferently.

Bai Yuer bit her lip. Her status as a princess meant nothing before the Jun family.

On the other side, Jun Linglong had found Jun Xiaoyao.

“Divine Son, she has arrived,” Jun Linglong said.

“Let’s go see this princess.”

Jun Xiaoyao rose, clad in white robes, elegant and refined. Though only eight years old, his figure was tall and slender like a youth.

Meanwhile, Bai Yuer walked into a garden resembling a celestial paradise.

Jun Linglong had arranged to meet her here.

Soon, Bai Yuer heard footsteps and looked up.

There came a tall youth, his skin like celestial jade, walking slowly toward her.

He seemed a divine child—his form exquisite, his face peerlessly handsome, surrounded by a faint halo of light.

Bai Yuer was stunned.

She had seen many heavenly prodigies and young elites, all handsome and charismatic.

But compared to this youth, they were fireflies beside the moon, mud eels beside true dragons—utterly incomparable.

Even her own betrothed, the Crown Prince of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom, though refined and gifted, paled into insignificance beside this boy.

Beside Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Linglong in her imperial gown followed a half-step behind.

Seeing this detail, Bai Yuer drew a deep breath inwardly.

Jun Linglong was a noble lady of the Jun family—the very person Bai Yuer had to flatter and curry favor with—and now she seemed like a servant?

“Just who is this Jun family prodigy? Could he be a Sequence?” Bai Yuer’s heart trembled.

“You are Bai Yuer?” Jun Xiaoyao asked coolly.

“Yes.” Bai Yuer gave a slight bow, but with reserved dignity.

She had regained her composure.

No matter how exalted this boy was, he still desired something from her.

If so, she had no need to be humble or lower herself.

“You wish for an Immortal Herb to save your father?” Jun Xiaoyao continued.

“Correct. I humbly beg the young master to extend his aid,” Bai Yuer replied calmly, her tone devoid of any humility.

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

This attitude felt…

off.

It was as if she hadn’t come to beg for the herb, but to demand it as her due.

“Oh? Can you give me a reason? After all, Immortal Herbs don’t fall from the sky.” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Bai Yuer’s beautiful face paused, then curled into a faint sneer.

So it was with intent, then?

But Bai Yuer would never trade her body for the Immortal Herb.

She spoke: “Young master, you are no ordinary person, surely holding high status within the Jun family—you cannot lack Immortal Herbs. To give one would save a life.”

“Moreover, saving my father saves the lives of billions of subjects in the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom.”

“For you, it is but a small act, yet it gains virtue and renown. Surely you would not refuse?”

Bai Yuer stood upon the moral high ground.

Jun Xiaoyao has the power to help—why not help?

Greater ability brings greater responsibility—does it not?

Hearing these somewhat familiar words, Jun Xiaoyao couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

It reminded him of those online keyboard warriors from his past life who pressured celebrities and billionaires to donate.

“So I’m being morally blackmailed now?” Jun Xiaoyao felt a wave of exasperation.