Chapter 147: Yi Yu Displays Divine Might, the Humiliated Academy Holy Son, the Grand Elder Arrives

Just as many were guessing in their hearts.

In the distant sky, golden light surged and purple mists roiled—a group arrived, precisely Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu, and others also came with him.

Jun Lingcang brought Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

With the Jun family's arrival, the atmosphere instantly changed.

That aura was not something ordinary faction prodigies could match.

"No wonder the Jun family is one of the Three Imperial Clans—possessing a Jun divine son and a double pupil, even the rest of their sequence are extremely formidable," remarked elders from various factions.

Feeling this aura, the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others changed expression.

"Why are you all gathered at the gate?" Jun Xiaoyao, clad in pure white robes, spotless as snow, stood atop the nine-headed lion's head, resembling a transcendent immortal.

"The Holy Spirit Academy has the tradition of passing three trials to test a prodigy's strength and potential," Jun Linglong explained.

"So that's how it is. Who set up this boring arrangement?" Jun Xiaoyao dismissed it.

"Young cousin, aren't you interested in challenging it?" Jun Lingcang said.

He had also noticed Yi Yu beside Jun Xiaoyao—the aura emanating from him surprised even him.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others landed at the entrance of the Holy Spirit Academy.

Jin Lie spotted the nine-headed lion beneath Jun Xiaoyao and immediately frowned, coldly saying: "Nine-headed Lion, you're a top ancient royal clan, equal in renown to my tribe—how can you willingly serve as someone's mount? Don't you feel ashamed?"

The nine-headed lion paused, all nine heads glancing sideways at Jin Lie.

It had long since fully submitted to Jun Xiaoyao—even the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint ordered it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

And since joining Jun Xiaoyao, the nine-headed lion finally understood just how exhilarating it was to cling to a mighty master.

"It's impossible for me to leave my master—not in this life, not ever. Every member of the Jun family is a genius, and their strength is immense—I absolutely love being here."

His words plunged the entire scene into dead silence.

The mighty nine-headed lion had become this way—it was truly beyond words.

"Nine-headed Lion, you…" Jin Lie was so furious his eyes bulged.

"Amitabha, you have karmic ties with this humble monk—why not follow me?" Fahai chanted a Buddhist mantra and stepped forward.

"Who the hell are you?" the nine-headed lion sneered.

Fahai smiled faintly: "I am Fahai, the Buddha Son of the Lesser Western Heaven."

"What? Lesser Western Heaven?" The nine-headed lion trembled, every hair on its body bristling, its expression filled with extreme wariness.

Hearing the name "Lesser Western Heaven" made it shiver.

After all, its ancestors had once been subdued by a Buddha Emperor, forced into servitude as a mount and guardian deity.

The nine-headed lion deeply despised the Lesser Western Heaven.

"Fahai?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted.

That name felt strangely familiar—like some violent bald monk from his past life.

"Master Jun, this nine-headed lion has karmic ties with me—might you be willing to part with it?" Fahai still smiled.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, extended a palm, and unleashed surging magic power toward Fahai.

Fahai's smile vanished instantly—he thrust out one hand, forming a lotus mudra to clash against Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, Fahai was blasted backward, slamming hard into the ground and kicking up dust.

Everyone who saw this froze in shock.

That was the Buddha Son of the Lesser Western Heaven—he'd been flung away with a single hand.

Though Fahai had been caught off guard, the greater reason was Jun Xiaoyao's sheer strength.

"You…" Fahai rose from the shattered dust, his face no longer calm and composed.

"Now, do you still have karmic ties with the nine-headed lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked coolly.

Fahai fell silent, his eyes filled with caution.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered and ignored him.

He held a sliver of respect for true Buddhist sects.

But Fahai, this so-called Buddha Son, was clearly a hypocritical monk with impure roots—he had no reason to be polite.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin-Yang Holy Son spoke: "Surely the great Jun divine son won't even attempt the Three Trials?"

"If it's not challenging, why bother?" Jun Xiaoyao dismissed it.

This remark stirred resentment among many Holy Spirit Academy disciples.

The Holy Spirit Academy's Three Trials were famed tests—even ancient heroes had left their marks and records here.

How could Jun Xiaoyao call them unchallenging?

"The Jun divine son's attitude remains as arrogant as ever," Xia Lan remarked sarcastically.

At that moment, a cold shout rang out.

"How dare you speak to the Young Master like that? Impudent!"

Yi Yu coldly shouted and moved.

He reached into the void, gathering magic power into a golden bow and arrows, firing two arrows at the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan.

The arrows, blazing with solar true fire, pierced through space with overwhelming power.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan both gasped in shock and rushed to defend themselves.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son swept his hands, forming a black-and-white Taiji shield.

Xia Lan unleashed royal aura, summoning a royal sword that materialized in the air and slashed downward.

But it was useless!

The ferocious arrows pierced straight through the Taiji shield, shattered the royal sword, then continued forward with unrelenting force.

Boom! Boom!

Two deafening crashes echoed, accompanied by two screams of agony.

Both the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan bore horrific blood holes in their bodies.

The holes were not on their hearts—it wasn't that Yi Yu missed; he deliberately avoided killing them.

A lesson was enough; killing them would bring Jun Xiaoyao unnecessary trouble.

Yi Yu knew his limits.

Seeing the two, spitting blood and utterly disheveled, the entire crowd fell silent.

Then, countless stunned gazes turned toward Yi Yu.

Most present cultivators hadn't attended the Martial Tournament, so they didn't know who this new figure beside Jun Xiaoyao was.

"Such immense strength—he crippled two academy holy sons with a single strike!"

"Could he be an heir from an immortal faction, a friend of the Jun divine son?" some speculated.

Yi Yu coldly scanned the crowd: "I am merely a follower of the Divine Son. Whoever dares defy him again, don't blame me for my arrows showing no mercy!"

"What?!"

Yi Yu's words struck like an eighteen-level earthquake—every cultivator gaped, eyes bulging.

Such a powerful young supreme being was merely Jun Xiaoyao's follower?

At that moment, many disciples from great factions began doubting their very existence.

They couldn't even compare to Jun Xiaoyao—let alone his follower, who was far stronger than them.

"Damn it! Who's causing trouble in our Holy Spirit Academy?!"

From afar, a sharp cry rang out—a white-bearded elder appeared.

Around him, terrifying Saint-level fluctuations shook the air, warping space itself.

"It's the Holy Spirit Academy's Grand Elder—a Saint Master!" exclaimed a cultivator.

The Grand Elder, normally unseen and elusive, had been roused.

Seeing the disheveled, bloodied Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan, the Grand Elder's eyelid twitched, his fury rising.

His gaze swept over—and landed on Jun Xiaoyao's cold, indifferent face.

"They provoked this divine son. My follower merely taught them a lesson. Do you have a problem with that?"

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing coolly at the academy's Grand Elder.