Chapter 169: The Purple Mansion Sacred Ground Trembles in Terror, All Kneel; One Palm Slays Zi Yan, Lin Feng Furies in Helpless Rage

In the Immortal Realm, those prodigies who can subdue a nine-headed lion as their mount are exceedingly rare.

Recently, the only one truly famous is the Divine Son of the Jun Clan.

Su Ziqiong dared not think further, fearing her thoughts might become reality.

Yet the truth was as cruel as it was undeniable.

A gentle, calm voice emerged from the golden palanquin.

"The Purple Mansion Sacred Ground, what an enormous arrogance."

Upon hearing that voice, Su Ziqiong's mind exploded in thunder, her heart and liver trembling.

That tone, that manner—aside from the Divine Son of the Jun Clan, Su Ziqiong could not imagine anyone else.

She immediately knelt to the ground, ignoring the mud staining her purple robe, and kept banging her head: "Divine Son, please forgive me! Ziqiong did not know you were connected to the Nalan Clan! Had I known, even a hundred times my courage would not have let me lay a hand on the Nalan Clan!"

Watching the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground's Sacred Maiden kneel and bow repeatedly, many native cultivators of Dongxuan Region could not comprehend what was happening.

Was this prostrate, groveling woman truly the same exalted, otherworldly Sacred Maiden who had towered above them moments ago?

"What… what is going on?" Lin Feng stared blankly, frozen in shock.

"Sister Ziqiong, why are you…?" Zi Yan's lips parted in stunned disbelief.

As a Sacred Maiden from the lower realm, she naturally had no idea how terrifying Jun Xiaoyao's name was in the Immortal Realm.

"Sacred Maiden…" The Purple Mansion Sacred Ground's elders had also been momentarily stunned.

But upon hearing Su Ziqiong address him as "Divine Son," they instantly understood—their faces turned deathly pale.

"Divine Son, please forgive us!"

With a rustling sound, every single Purple Mansion Sacred Ground cultivator knelt to the ground at once.

Even the Heavenly Gods and Dao Gods among them bowed without hesitation.

Rank, status, background—all meant nothing before that one!

They had offended one of the most exalted figures in the Immortal Realm.

"Damn it, am I hallucinating?" A native Dongxuan Region prodigy stared in disbelief, muttering.

The lower realm branch of the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground had always been overwhelmingly dominant, commanding homage from all four directions.

Yet now, they knelt like a pack of cowardly dogs before the golden palanquin, bowing their heads without end.

The contrast was simply too immense.

The lord within the palanquin had not even shown his face—and already the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground had been terrified out of their wits.

This made every faction in the lower realm wonder: just how exalted was this lord's true identity?

Nalan Ruoxi's eyes also held unprecedented shock.

She was deeply curious about the lord who had saved her Nalan Clan.

Amid the gaze of countless eyes, a figure finally stepped calmly from the golden palanquin.

His robes gleamed like snow, his figure tall and elegant, transcendent and peerless, untouched by worldly dust.

Immortal aura flowed around him, his body as if carved from flawless celestial jade.

As for his face, though veiled in divine light, the faintly revealed features were enough to leave every female being present breathless.

"Is he… a true immortal?" The native Dongxuan Region cultivators murmured dazedly.

Beyond "immortal," they could think of no other word to describe him.

That figure was simply too transcendent, too otherworldly.

Even in the Immortal Realm, he would draw gasps from all corners—let alone here in this barren lower realm.

Nalan Ruoxi stood there as if bewitched, stunned into silence.

She had never imagined the lord who saved her Nalan Clan could be so breathtakingly beautiful.

His aura made her, the Nalan Clan's own celestial daughter, fall instantly under his spell.

In the entire Dongxuan Region, even across the entire Tianxuan Continent, not a single man could match even one percent of Jun Xiaoyao's aura.

"So it really is him…"

Though Su Ziqiong had already suspected, actually seeing him now brought a wholly different feeling.

To be honest, she had once fantasized about speaking to Jun Xiaoyao—even forming some bond with him.

But she had never imagined meeting him under such circumstances.

At this moment, Su Ziqiong hated Zi Yan and Lin Feng with all her soul.

If not for her, how could Su Ziqiong have offended Jun Xiaoyao?

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept calmly across the crowd, his expression utterly placid.

When he had descended to the lower realm, he had sensed the ancient talisman within his space treasure trembling.

That talisman was the one he had seized from Ji Xuan within the Yuan Tian Secret Ruins.

It was also the token of Yuan Tian the Supreme.

Having received Yuan Tian the Supreme's fortune, Jun Xiaoyao naturally had to resolve this karmic thread for him.

"The Nalan Clan must be the family of Yuan Tian the Supreme's consort," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Fortunately, he arrived in time—otherwise, this karmic thread might never have been completed.

"You, come here." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze settled on Nalan Ruoxi.

Nalan Ruoxi felt overwhelmed with honor, yet a flicker of nervousness lingered in her heart.

This young lord from the Immortal Realm held such staggering status that even the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground knelt and begged for mercy.

Naturally, Nalan Ruoxi felt some unease.

Still, she forced herself forward.

"Thank you, Young Master, for saving us. Ruoxi and the Nalan Clan will forever cherish this grace and never forget it," Nalan Ruoxi bowed deeply.

Jun Xiaoyao drew forth an ancient talisman, which resonated with the one around Nalan Ruoxi's neck, emitting a soft glow.

"Indeed, it's confirmed."

After full verification, Jun Xiaoyao gave a slight nod.

The Nalan Clan—he could protect with a mere wave of his hand.

"Rest easy. No one will dare harm you or the Nalan Clan again," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your immense grace! Ruoxi has no way to repay you!" Nalan Ruoxi's face lit up with joy.

Her gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao brimmed with excitement, reverence, and gratitude.

This instantly darkened Lin Feng's expression.

Everything had been unfolding exactly as he had planned.

Nalan Ruoxi was to become his slave.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had shattered it all.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng clenched his fists.

He was the chosen one of Heaven and Earth, destined to rule the entire Tianxuan Continent—how could he possibly yield?

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze had also noticed Lin Feng.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

"How lucky—just descended to the lower realm, and I meet one of the Ten Rebellious Prodigies," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Lin Feng's life story was textbook perfect.

Rejected by his fiancée, raised with a childhood sweetheart of extraordinary background.

Then, within a year, transformed from a waste into an unparalleled prodigy, nearly rivaling Immortal Realm prodigies.

Only the Ten Rebellious Prodigies could wield such a massive cheat.

To say he wasn't the destined hero of Heaven and Earth? Jun Xiaoyao didn't believe it.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's expression, Su Ziqiong quickly spoke up: "Divine Son, this is all Lin Feng's doing! The Purple Mansion Sacred Ground has no feud whatsoever with the Nalan Clan!"

Hearing this, Nalan Zhan sneered: "Who was it that claimed Lin Feng would become one of you Purple Mansion Sacred Ground's own?"

Su Ziqiong's face paled, her heart filled with rage.

She turned to face Zi Yan, whose face was as white as paper, and her fury ignited.

If not for Zi Yan recommending Lin Feng to her…

She, Su Ziqiong, and the entire Purple Mansion Sacred Ground would never have fallen into such disgrace.

"Zi Yan, you are the traitor of the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground!" Su Ziqiong struck out with her palm toward Zi Yan.

"Sister Ziqiong, what are you doing?!" Zi Yan's face turned deathly pale, her beautiful features twisting in terror.

*Splat!

Su Ziqiong's jade palm slammed into Zi Yan's forehead—blood spurted from all seven orifices, and Zi Yan collapsed lifeless to the ground.

"Zi Yan!"

Lin Feng let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyes blazing crimson with rage!

Zi Yan, his childhood sweetheart, loyal and devoted to him, had just died before his eyes!

All of this was because of that young lord from the Immortal Realm!

"Aaaahhhhh! Die!"

Lin Feng's face twisted into a demonic mask.

Possessing the protagonist's fate, he unleashed his full potential—his power surged violently as he charged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

"I want you dead!" Lin Feng's neck veins bulged as he roared with soul-deep fury.

"You seek death!" Yi Yu moved to strike.

Jun Xiaoyao merely shook his head, swiftly extending one palm.

The void shattered, heaven and earth overturned!

Between finger and palm, the heavens cracked apart!