Chapter 22: The Divine Son

Seeing Xiao Chen regain his fighting spirit and confidence, Qinglong Shiren nodded in satisfaction.

Only such an unyielding character qualifies as a child of national fortune.

“By the way, you must cultivate the Qingtian Hualong Jue diligently. Moreover, I have foreseen that within these next few years, the secret treasury of Yuan Tian Zun will emerge.” Qinglong Shiren said.

“Yuan Tian Zun? Is he… a Zun-level powerhouse?” Xiao Chen’s eyes widened.

“Correct. Yuan Tian Zun is immensely powerful and fiercely domineering. Rumors say he once seized several ancient dragon bones from the ancestral dragon nest of the ancient imperial clan.” Qinglong Shiren said.

At the mention of ancient dragon bones, Qinglong Shiren’s eyes glowed faintly with fervor.

“Ancient imperial clan…” Xiao Chen drew a deep breath.

This Yuan Tian Zun was truly a ruthless man—even daring to provoke the ancient imperial clan.

But Xiao Chen immediately grasped the implication. “Could it be that the ancestor intends to…”

Qinglong Shiren nodded. “Precisely. You must find an Yuan Tian Zun Token, then seize the opportunity to enter the secret treasury and claim the ancient dragon bones.”

“With the ancient dragon bones, your Qingtian Hualong Jue will surely reach its peak.”

“I, too, can use one ancient dragon bone to reshape my physical form.”

Xiao Chen clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with determination.

“Ancestor, rest assured—I will enter Yuan Tian Zun’s secret treasury and seize the ancient dragon bones!”

“And you, Jun Xiaoyao and Bai Yuer, you vile creatures—wait and see!”

Xiao Chen let out a long, triumphant laugh, finally seeing the dawn of his revenge.

Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Emperor Palace of the Jun Clan.

Achoo!

Jun Xiaoyao rubbed his nose.

“Someone’s cursing me. Is it Xiao Chen?” Jun Xiaoyao muttered.

By the usual script, he should have already gained a miraculous opportunity by now.

He’s probably already plotting how to retaliate against me in the future.

“Xiao Chen, you’ve given me dragon qi and my fiancée this time. Next time, who knows what else you’ll hand over?” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

He actually hoped more talented youths like Xiao Chen would come—the more, the better.

There’s no such thing as an overworked farmer, only overcut grass.

“Set Xiao Chen aside for now—he won’t amount to anything for several years.”

“Better prepare for my tenth-birthday banquet—I need to enter seclusion and break through.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

After all, this is my first public debut, before the eyes of countless sects in the Immortal Realm.

If I perform poorly, it would be too embarrassing.

When news of Jun Xiaoyao’s impending seclusion spread.

The entire Jun Clan erupted.

“Heavens! The Divine Son is finally going into seclusion?”

“I recall the Divine Son has never entered seclusion since he began cultivating, right?”

“Even without seclusion, his progress is this fast—what will he achieve after seclusion?”

“Will the Divine Son break through to the True Spirit Realm?”

From all directions, the Jun Clan buzzed with speculation.

They were deeply curious about Jun Xiaoyao, who had never entered seclusion.

If he emerged after a year of seclusion, how powerful would he become?

Amid this curiosity and anticipation, a year passed slowly.

During this year, rumors of the Jun Clan’s upcoming tenth-birthday banquet for Jun Xiaoyao began spreading across the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

Many sects kept close watch.

After all, the celestial phenomenon of ten thousand sages paying homage ten years ago had been terrifying.

Many elders and ancient beings speculated on the true nature of the Jun Clan’s mysterious Divine Son.

“His father is the White Robe Divine King—a forbidden existence. The Divine Son’s constitution must be no less extraordinary.”

“Correct. White Robe Divine King Jun Wu-hui was said to be among the few in recent ages with the greatest chance to attain Emperor status, even touch the Immortal Dao. Unfortunately, ten years ago…”

Ancient sect elders exchanged thoughts through spiritual projections in the void.

They too were curious: what astonishing display would the Jun Clan’s Divine Son, born under his father’s glory, make in his first public appearance?

…

Hongzhou is one of the three thousand Daozhou in the Huangtian Immortal Realm, located within the territory of the ancient imperial clan, the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

The vast majority of the three thousand Daozhou are controlled by major sects.

For example, the Vermilion Bird Ancient Nation holds the entire Huozhou.

Hongzhou, however, is merely one of the fifty-odd Daozhou under the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s control.

Indeed, the Ancestral Dragon Nest alone controls over fifty Daozhou.

The Vermilion Bird Ancient Nation holds only one Daozhou.

The gap between first-tier sects and ancient imperial clans is obvious.

But the Jun Clan is even more terrifying—they control over a hundred Daozhou, twice as many as the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Huangzhou is merely the Jun Clan’s main stronghold.

At this moment, within a great city in Hongzhou.

Many differently shaped humanoid beings moved constantly.

Some bore black horns, others had feathered wings, some had scales on their foreheads, others had beast-like eyes.

These beings were all the ancient myriad races of the Immortal Realm, diverse in kind.

Beings of the ancient imperial clan were among them.

In the territories of human ancient clans and immortal dynasties, humans were the majority.

But in the territories of ancient imperial clans or other strange Immortal Realm races, myriad-race beings dominated.

Naturally, the myriad races—including humans—generally coexisted peacefully.

Along the city streets, many beings cast glances toward a blue-robed woman wearing a hood.

Though her face was mostly concealed, it was clear she was human, and her figure was slender.

In the territory of the ancient imperial clan, humans were not nonexistent—but exceedingly rare.

The blue-robed woman lifted her head slightly, revealing a captivating, delicate face—it was none other than Lan Qingya, expelled from the Jun Clan.

At this moment, her gaze fixed on a golden, magnificent tavern at the end of the road.

“It must be there. That elder will hold a gathering there. I will reveal that Jun Xiaoyao possesses the Human Sacred Body.”

“Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Linglong—I, Lan Qingya, am powerless to retaliate against you. But someone else can!” Lan Qingya’s face twisted with bitter hatred.

After being expelled from the Jun Clan, her circumstances had become dire.

Accustomed to luxury, she now endured wind and dew, suffering loneliness and hardship.

Lan Qingya never reflected on her own actions—she blamed everything solely on Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong.

On the top floor of the golden, magnificent tavern.

A group of beings gathered.

Some bore twin wings, others were covered in scales, some were as massive as bears or tigers.

Yet now, they surrounded one figure like stars circling the moon.

He was a young boy clad in golden finery, his features radiating arrogance and defiance, two dragon horns rising from his head.

His eyes gleamed like twin stars, emitting cold, radiant light.

Beneath his skin, golden dragon scales flickered faintly in and out of view.

His entire aura was profoundly intimidating.

This young boy was none other than Long Haotian, a heavenly prodigy of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, one of its Dragon Sons.

His elder brother was the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s forbidden first-generation progenitor—the one bearing Emperor Dragon blood, Long Aotian.