Chapter 161: The Various Factions Are Shaken: The Ye Clan

The matter of the Tian Dao Tower has now come to an end.

Jun Xiaoyao did not leave immediately, but stayed at the Sacred Spirit Academy for a while.

The Sacred Spirit Academy was also generous, granting Jun Xiaoyao a full five hundred immortal sources.

Previously, the three Yin-Yang Holy Sons combined had received only over a hundred immortal sources from the Academy.

Their immortal sources were all provided by their behind-the-scenes factions, not gifted by the Academy.

The Sacred Spirit Academy had truly made a substantial investment.

Jun Xiaoyao was very satisfied, especially after adding the immortal sources he had gained at the Dueling Arena.

He now possessed over a thousand immortal sources, more than enough to refine his Great Luo Immortal Bone.

During this time, Hua Xiqing had come forward voluntarily, her face flushed, wishing to discuss the Dao with Jun Xiaoyao.

This heir of the Hundred Flowers Dao Palace had been utterly won over.

Jun Xiaoyao did not refuse, casually chatting with her about life and ideals.

Hua Xiqing departed with a look of complete satisfaction.

While Jun Xiaoyao remained at the Sacred Spirit Academy,

the news of the Tian Dao Tower spread like wings across the entire Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

All who heard it were stunned.

Broke the ten-thousand-year record of the fifty-first floor of the Tian Dao Tower.

Walked as if strolling through a courtyard, crushed Jin Chixiaopeng and the Little Western Heaven Buddha Son with a single hand.

Became the Sacred Son of the Sacred Spirit Academy.

Each of these feats, if revealed alone, would stir up a massive uproar.

Yet all these feats were accomplished by Jun Xiaoyao alone.

That was terrifying.

All the glory fell solely upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Compared to him, whether Jun Lingcang or Ji Qingyi, all others paled into obscurity, let alone other prodigies.

"Hah! Xiaoyao never disappoints!"

In the Jun Clan, Jun Zhantian, Jiang Rou, and other relatives were overjoyed, proud of Jun Xiaoyao.

The other elder members of the Jun Clan were also delighted.

This Tian Dao Tower event, with the Jun Clan dominating the rankings, would elevate the Jun Clan's prestige even higher.

In contrast, rival factions each wore grim expressions.

In Hongzhou, within the Dragon Palace,

Xiao Chen's fist slammed violently onto the ground, his face twisted in fury.

Every time he heard news of Jun Xiaoyao, he sank once more into despair.

Now, not only did he doubt his own chances, he even had no confidence that Princess Long Ji could defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet sensing the growing power of Princess Long Ji, Xiao Chen still clung to a sliver of hope.

"When Princess Long Ji fully adapts to the celestial qi, that will be Jun Xiaoyao's death date!" Xiao Chen said coldly.

On another front, in the Guan Jun Marquis Mansion of the Panwu Divine Dynasty,

upon hearing news about Wu Mingyue and Jun Xiaoyao, Yang Pan's face flushed with shame and rage.

In his fury, he killed over a dozen servants; all the servants in the Marquis Mansion trembled in fear.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you deserve to die!" Yang Pan snarled.

Though he had not successfully become Imperial Son-in-Law, he had unconsciously regarded Wu Mingyue as his own woman.

Yet Wu Mingyue had grown so close to Jun Xiaoyao.

This was unbearable for Yang Pan.

He panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, like a furious lion.

"Calm down. Once I find the remaining Pan Emperor's Years Sword and Pan Emperor's Void Sword, I will have enough power to kill Jun Xiaoyao."

"The mortal realm… may be my opportunity…" Yang Pan's gaze shifted.

Previously, the Panwu Divine Lord had summoned him to court and revealed a great matter.

The Ten Mortal Realms are about to undergo massive upheaval.

A single realm's transformation can stir endless storms.

How much more so when all ten realms change?

When heavenly opportunities emerge, it will be a terrifying war of life and death, with rivers of blood stretching for ten thousand li.

"A man cannot grow rich without unexpected wealth; a horse cannot fatten without night grass. With my Yang Pan's fortune, how could I fail to find opportunity in the mortal realm?" Yang Pan sneered.

The day he rises again will be the day Jun Xiaoyao dies!

…

On a solitary peak rising a thousand ren high in the Ancient Ye Clan,

a slender black-clad figure sat in meditation, accompanied only by a divine eagle.

This place was the Ye Clan's forbidden zone; even some clan elders dared not step inside without permission.

The black-clad figure was a young man with a refined, handsome face.

His eyes were closed; before him, a sword was planted diagonally into the ground.

It was stained with splatters of blood, radiating immense killing intent and sword qi.

At this moment, outside the peak, an elder of the Ye Clan bowed slightly and spoke: "Elder Ye, this old man dares to trouble you."

This Ye Clan elder was a Great Saint, his hair snow-white.

It was unimaginable that he would bow to the black-clad youth and address him as "Elder"—this defied all logic.

On the peak, the black-clad youth slowly opened his eyes.

Instantly, the Ye Clan elder felt a terrifying sword intent, as if it would slice him into pieces.

What a terrifying and profound gaze!

In the youth's eyes lay ancient weariness, a depth and restraint utterly unfitting his age.

"What is it?" the youth spoke slowly.

The Ye Clan elder then told the youth of the coming chaos in the Ten Realms.

He also relayed to him the news of Jun Xiaoyao's deeds at the Tian Dao Tower.

The youth fell into silent thought; the atmosphere grew suffocating.

The Ye Clan elder glanced fearfully at the blood-stained sword, his heart turning cold.

"Is that sword the one stained with Emperor's blood?" the elder thought bitterly.

The black-clad youth was none other than Ye Guchen, the famed Sword Demon reincarnation of the Ye Clan, whose name echoed throughout the realm.

"The chaos in the Ten Realms has nothing to do with me."

"As for Jun Xiaoyao…" Ye Guchen's expression remained calm.

He felt no trace of caution or fear toward Jun Xiaoyao's astonishing feats.

This was the pride of the Sword Demon.

He feared no being, past or present!

"Now is not yet the time for me to enter the world. Have you ever heard this saying?" Ye Guchen closed his eyes.

"What saying?" asked the Ye Clan elder.

"Kings never meet kings!"

Ye Guchen's words triggered ten thousand sword qi surging around the peak.

The blood-stained Emperor-Slaying Sword erupted with overwhelming sword qi, as if capable of slicing through the ten directions of the universe!

The Ye Clan elder's heart trembled violently!

Kings never meet kings!

If they meet, blood must be spilled!

The Jun Clan's Divine Son is a king!

And the Ye Clan's Sword Demon reincarnation is also a king!

The Ye Clan elder bowed and withdrew, daring not to disturb further.

Ye Guchen raised his hand and slowly caressed the blade of the Emperor-Slaying Sword.

"Old friend, after countless eons, do people still remember…?"

"That lone man, with a single sword, slaying the demonic shadow of an Emperor beneath the stars…?"

…

As the various factions of the Huang Tian Immortal Realm trembled over Jun Xiaoyao's deeds,

Jun Xiaoyao prepared to depart and return to the Jun Clan.

The Grand Elder of the Sacred Spirit Academy and others personally escorted Jun Xiaoyao away.

Wu Mingyue, though reluctant, also had to return to the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

This brought a sigh of relief to Jun Lingqiong.

"Next, I'll return home to digest my gains, further comprehend the meaning of reincarnation, and refine my Great Luo Immortal Bone."

Jun Xiaoyao already had his plans set.

He sensed faintly that the mortal realm's chaos was about to begin—he would need greater strength to face all coming challenges.

"The lower volume of the Body Scripture, the origin of the world, the Ten Rebellious Sons—so many opportunities and crops await my harvest..."