Chapter 139: Ye Xingyun

Tianling Daozhou, Shengling City.

This vast, boundless city is the seat of the Shengling Academy.

The entire city is named after the Shengling Academy.

From afar, the whole of Shengling City sprawls endlessly, its walls towering and majestic.

From the side, the academy's ancient heritage is plainly evident.

In the sky, ancient beasts soar, strange beasts pull chariots, and floating airships cross the void.

On the ground, dense crowds flow like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, all heading toward Shengling City.

Once a year, the Tiandao Tower opens—a grand gathering for young prodigies.

Even though many lack the qualifications to enter the Tiandao Tower, that does not stop them from coming to gaze upon the top young prodigies.

"I wonder how many young talents and holy sons and daughters will arrive this time…" a young man gazed upward and said.

"I heard the Jun family's divine son is coming—I rushed here nonstop from Cangyuan Province just to see him once."

At the gate of Shengling City, a beautiful girl gazed upward, longing.

"Sister, are you here to see my divine son too?" another beautiful woman approached and asked.

"What do you mean 'my divine son'? He's not yours!" another girl pouted, glaring angrily.

A group of girls joined the argument, causing a small commotion.

"Wow, the Jun family's divine son's popularity is terrifying," some male cultivators observed, all wearing looks of envy and jealousy.

At this moment, on a pavilion, a blue-robed youth with a refined face and sharp, starlit brows watched this scene, his expression darkening.

Opposite him sat an old servant—Fu Bo.

And this youth was naturally Ye Xingyun.

He had come to the Tiandao Tower as well.

"Young Master Xingyun, the master said you must absolutely not provoke the divine son this time—Ye family cannot afford to lose face again," Fu Bo said.

As the saying goes, things should not happen a third time.

At his tenth-birthday banquet, Ye Xingyun lost face for the first time.

At the Panwu Divine Dynasty banquet, he lost face a second time.

If Ye Xingyun provokes Jun Xiaoyao again at the Tiandao Tower and gets humiliated once more…

Where will the ancient Ye family save face?

Though Ye family has other prodigies, being humiliated repeatedly like this would be unbearable.

"Don't worry—I'm here solely to seek opportunities at the Tiandao Tower," Ye Xingyun said, his expression calming, his gaze deep.

He felt that this time, the Tiandao Tower would grant him great fortune.

Perhaps he would awaken many memories.

Including the magnificent Star Palace in his memory.

If he could recall where that Star Palace was, he could go find it and claim its fortune.

Then his strength would surge forward, far outpacing Jun Xiaoyao.

"The master said that once Ye Guchen emerges, our Ye family will shake the Huangtian Immortal Realm, with no young generation able to stand against us," Fu Bo said.

"That reincarnated Sword Demon? He's been in seclusion, never appearing," Ye Xingyun said.

He felt resentment within—he would not be inferior to that Sword Demon reincarnate if he obtained the fortune.

…

Time slipped away, second by second.

At one moment, golden light flashed in the void beyond Shengling City, accompanied by faint roars of lions.

Purple aura spread, as if a qilin were roaring.

"They're here! They're here!"

All beings in Shengling City—human and ancient races alike—looked up at the sky at once.

The prominent figures of the Huangtian Immortal Realm had finally arrived.

Boom!

A nine-headed lion stepped across the heavens, racing toward them.

Upon it stood a group, their leader a transcendent figure in white robes, untainted by worldly dust.

His face was veiled in divine radiance, yet a glimpse of it could still be discerned.

Even that glimpse was enough to send many female cultivators who had traveled great distances into raptures.

Screams echoed endlessly.

"Huh? Is that Jun family's first-sequence heir, Jun Lingcang?" some noticed.

Jun Lingcang stood atop a qilin, arms crossed, eyes covered with cloth, noble and handsome.

"The Jun family's double-pupiled one is handsome too, but he's standing beside the divine son," some girls showed flickers of admiration, yet still shook their heads slightly.

Without Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Lingcang would naturally be the most eye-catching.

But before the sun, even the moon grows utterly dim.

"Cousin, your popularity is terrifying," Jun Lingcang said, speechless.

As Jun family's first-sequence heir, wherever he went, he was always the center of attention.

Now, all the spotlight had been stolen by Jun Xiaoyao.

"It's just their basic behavior—don't mind it," Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

He was already used to these adorable fangirls.

Yet at this moment, a group of young men and women approached, each radiating formidable energy.

"They're Shengling Academy disciples…" the crowd parted.

"The Jun family's divine son just arrived at Shengling City, and these academy disciples can't wait?" one cultivator said.

Everyone knew Jun Xiaoyao had crippled Ji Xuan.

These disciples' hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao was understandable.

But among the group, the female disciples hesitated.

They gazed at Jun Xiaoyao's figure in the sky, their eyes brimming with admiration.

So what if he's bad?

He's handsome—that's enough.

The more handsome, the worse he is, the more they love him.

"I've decided—I won't oppose the Jun family's divine son anymore," one female disciple stopped, bit her lip, and declared.

"Me too—the divine son must have had a reason for crippling Brother Ji Xuan," another girl swore earnestly.

"Right, I think so too—it must be that Brother Ji Xuan provoked the divine son, so he had no choice but to cripple him."

"Could it be that Brother Ji Xuan did something bad himself, and the divine son punished him?"

The female disciples grew more convinced with every word.

If Ji Xuan were here, he'd likely die of rage on the spot.

"I've decided, sisters—I've switched from black to white," one female disciple clapped her hands.

This drew immediate agreement from all the female disciples.

"Is this even possible?"

The male disciples beside them stared, dumbfounded.

Where was the united front?

Where was the campaign against the evil Jun family divine son?

Wasn't this betrayal too fast?

In the sky, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

The Shengling Academy meant nothing to him.

Had it not been for the transformation of the Supreme Bone, he wouldn't have come even if the academy begged him.

"Shengling Academy, better not make me lose patience—if you do, you'll all follow Ji Xuan's path," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

Below, the female disciples had abandoned their resistance.

But the male disciples still held hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you crippled Brother Ji Xuan—how dare you show your face here!"

"Exactly! Have the guts not to enter the Tiandao Tower!"

Facing the male disciples' shouts, Jun Xiaoyao said nothing.

The nine-headed lion let out a deafening lion's roar.

It was its clan's technique—the Lion's Roar!

Roar!

The golden sound wave spread, and every male disciple was thrown to the ground, heads splitting with pain, blood streaming from all seven orifices.

Some weaker ones even wet themselves, emitting a foul stench—they'd been scared into urinating!

"Is this the strength of Shengling Academy disciples? Go home and drink milk," Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

The nine-headed lion carried them to their lodging.

Leaving behind a group of humiliated academy disciples.

All fell silent, eyes wide, the air deathly still.

Logically, Jun Xiaoyao should have sought reconciliation with the Holy Spirit Academy if he wanted to enter the Heavenly Dao Tower unharmed.

Why does it now feel as though Jun Xiaoyao holds the Holy Spirit Academy in even greater contempt?