Chapter 15: The Eldest Prince of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, Xiao Chen, Is Also a Person Blessed by Destiny

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year passed.

Within the Tiangong, bursts of magic power and thunderous roars echoed intermittently.

Every member of the Jun family knew: Jun Xiaoyao had broken through again.

At first, many Jun clan youths had been astonished by Jun Xiaoyao’s rapid breakthroughs.

Now, they no longer found it surprising.

If he didn’t break through at such a pace, the Jun family would find it strange.

During these past half-years, Bai Yuer had remained kneeling outside the Tiangong.

Her complexion had turned pale, her body emaciated, far thinner than she had been half a year ago.

As a cultivator, Bai Yuer wouldn’t starve even without food for half a year, but she would grow weak.

Where was the haughty demeanor of a former nation’s princess?

She now resembled a humble, lowly slave begging Jun Xiaoyao for mercy.

Throughout this time, Jun Xiaoyao had ignored her completely—even when he stepped out of the Tiangong and encountered her, he wouldn’t even glance her way, as if she didn’t exist.

In response, Bai Yuer merely smiled bitterly.

This was her own doing; she deserved it.

Inside the Tiangong, Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged in a sealed chamber, cultivating.

With a thunderous boom, his aura surged to its peak, breaking through once more.

“Reached Shen Gong’s Ninth Layer.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Starting from the Five Body Realms, passing through the Five Divine Treasury Realms and the Nine Reaches of the Spirit Sea, now he had reached the Ninth Layer of the Divine Palace.

At only eight years old, Jun Xiaoyao had broken through twenty-eight cultivation realms in eight years.

This was absolutely terrifying.

Generally, even some heavenly prodigies needed around twenty years to break through so many realms.

Jun Xiaoyao had accomplished it in just eight.

“Not enough. By my tenth birthday, I must at least break through to the True Spirit Realm.” Jun Xiaoyao muttered.

He had a premonition: his tenth birthday banquet wouldn’t be peaceful.

“By the way, I still need to handle the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom matter.”

Then, Jun Xiaoyao directly sent a voice message to Jun Linglong.

Moments later, Jun Linglong pushed open the door and entered.

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his wrist and pulled from his void ring a precious herb radiating purple qi, shaped like a qilin.

It was the Qilin Immortal Herb.

This single Immortal Herb, if revealed to the outside world, would trigger bloodshed and chaos, sparking fierce competition among countless cultivators.

“Divine Son, are you planning to…?” Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes flashed.

Was Jun Xiaoyao finally going to act on the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom matter?

“Linglong, go to the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom on my behalf. Tell their emperor: if he swears allegiance to me, I’ll give him this Qilin Immortal Herb to save his life.”

As he spoke, Jun Xiaoyao handed the Qilin Immortal Herb to Jun Linglong.

“I will surely accomplish this. I’ll go inform Bai Yuer right away,” Jun Linglong said.

Bai Yuer had knelt outside the Tiangong for half a year—her sincerity in repentance was plain to see.

“Wait. Don’t tell Bai Yuer yet. Let her keep kneeling. And don’t let the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom inform her about this herb.” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

He intended to make her kneel for a full year.

Only when she was on the verge of utter despair would she hear that her father had been healed.

Her emotions then, one could imagine.

She would become utterly loyal to Jun Xiaoyao.

“Why do I feel like I’m growing more and more like a villain?” Jun Xiaoyao rubbed his chin, muttering to himself.

Jun Linglong, being extremely astute, had also realized this.

She grew even more impressed by Jun Xiaoyao’s methods.

A prodigy with only brute strength could never reach the summit.

Only a prodigy who possessed both strength and wisdom had the qualification to ascend to the peak.

Afterwards, Jun Linglong left the Tiangong and summoned one of her lineage’s Guardian Protectors, preparing to depart for the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom.

The Guardian Protector was an elderly woman who, seeing Jun Linglong’s tireless efforts for Jun Xiaoyao over the years, felt a pang of pity and spoke up.

“Miss, is this really worth it? Could the Divine Son possibly see you as nothing more than a maid?”

“Aunt Hua, don’t say such things again. The Divine Son’s future achievements are beyond your imagination.”

“Even if I’m just a maid, Linglong is content,” Jun Linglong said.

Hearing this, Aunt Hua sighed inwardly.

She could never know that Jun Linglong had glimpsed a fragment of the future.

Being the future Heavenly Emperor’s maid… doesn’t sound so bad…

Jun Linglong and Aunt Hua set off without delay for the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom.

Meanwhile, in the Huangtian Immortal Realm, within Cangzhou—one of the Three Thousand Dao States.

Cangzhou bordered Huozhou and was roughly the same size.

The entire Cangzhou was ruled by the top-tier Dao Sect: the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom.

Unlike the declining Zhuque Ancient Kingdom, the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom’s power was rising steadily, trending toward becoming the foremost of the Four Ancient Kingdoms.

At this moment, inside a grand hall of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom’s imperial palace, a young boy clad in a four-clawed green dragon robe knelt on the ground.

He had a refined, handsome face, quite pleasing to look at, aged about sixteen or seventeen.

His cultivation had already reached the Divine Palace Realm.

Among the ancient families, reaching the Divine Palace Realm at this age was considered a genius.

Outside these circles, he was unquestionably a heavenly prodigy.

He was none other than Bai Yuer’s betrothed: the eldest prince of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, Xiao Chen.

At this moment, Xiao Chen’s eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with suppressed fury, as he bowed to the figure seated upon the imperial throne, shrouded in boundless magic light.

“Father, please grant me one Immortal Herb to send to the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom!”

Upon the throne sat the Qinglong Emperor, his magic power rippling, faintly coalescing into the shape of a dragon, his aura overwhelmingly vast.

He spoke calmly: “My son, our Qinglong Ancient Kingdom possesses only one Qinglong Immortal Herb, passed down from our ancestors. How could we possibly give it to the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom?”

“But Yuer is kneeling in humiliation before the Jun family! As her betrothed, how can I bear it?”

Xiao Chen’s rage burned fiercely; his fingers clenched into fists, nails digging deep into his palms, bringing searing pain.

The news of Bai Yuer’s prolonged kneeling before the Jun family’s Divine Son had spread far and wide.

Many were curious about the mysterious Divine Son of the Jun family—and amused by the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom’s humiliation.

One’s own betrothed kneeling before another man’s chambers—what greater shame?

Worse still, Bai Yuer was his childhood companion. How could Xiao Chen endure this?

“My son, be patient. I have my own considerations regarding the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom,” said the Qinglong Emperor.

“What’s so great about that Jun family Divine Son? He’s just bullying others with his status and power!”

“He dares to humiliate a woman—is he even human?” Xiao Chen spat angrily.

He never considered that Bai Yuer might have done something wrong.

His own betrothed could never be at fault—it must all be Jun Xiaoyao’s doing.

“Enough. Don’t speak nonsense about this. Leave. You have no right to criticize the Jun family.” The Qinglong Emperor frowned.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and turned to leave the hall.

“Wait and see. What’s so great about that Jun family Divine Son? Once I master that technique, I’ll return to the Jun family, bring Yuer back, and teach that Divine Son a lesson.”

As he thought this, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the coiled dragon ring on his finger.

This coiled dragon ring had been passed down to him by his late mother.

Several years ago, the ring began transmitting powerful cultivation techniques and pure magic power to him.

That was why Xiao Chen now possessed such talent and strength.

“With my mother’s coiled dragon ring, even that Jun family Divine Son will one day be crushed beneath my feet!”

Xiao Chen’s expression turned cold and sharp, filled with delusional confidence.

Xiao Chen’s expression turned cold and stern, accompanied by an air of mysterious self-assurance.