Chapter 25: Wanting to Dig Under the Wall: The Seventh Sequence, Jun Xuehuang

In Huangzhou, outside the Shanmen of the Jun family.

Countless flying birds and beasts surged across the sky and earth, pulling ornate carriages of every hue.

Massive tower-ships crossed the void.

At this moment, the Jun family’s Shanmen stood wide open, warmly welcoming guests from all directions.

As for someone possibly causing trouble?

The faintly shimmering arrays hidden within the void emitted an aura even sages dared not provoke—enough to intimidate those with impure intentions.

No one, no faction, dared cause trouble at the Jun family’s banquet.

“The Dao Extreme Heavenly Sect arrives, offering a gift for the Divine Son: Nine Scrolls of the Dao Scripture!”

“It’s the Dao Extreme Heavenly Sect—the old Daoist of that sect is quite famous,” remarked members of various factions.

“The Great Expansion Sacred Ground arrives, offering a gift for the Divine Son: One vial of Gather-Spirit Jade Marrow, one hundred supreme-grade divine sources!”

“Heavens! The Great Expansion Sacred Ground actually brought Gather-Spirit Jade Marrow—that’s a rare treasure capable of nourishing the true spirit within the Divine Palace!” Many present turned envious.

Each of these gifts, taken alone, would draw crowds of seekers—but now, all were freely offered as tributes to the Jun family’s Divine Son.

This naturally stirred envy and resentment.

“The Great Shang Dynasty arrives, offering a supreme treasure: The Map of Mountains and Rivers!”

As the announcement ended, a radiant woman arrived carrying a landscape scroll, her smile charming, her eyes sparkling.

“It’s the princess of the Great Shang Dynasty—what a beauty.”

“Alas, such a beauty—we can only admire from afar, yet she seeks to throw herself at the Jun family’s Divine Son. It’s enough to make a man die of jealousy,” sighed many male prodigies from other factions.

None of them had the standing to court the Shang princess, yet she desired only the attention of that Divine Son.

Following this, numerous factions arrived in succession, presenting their tributes.

From the far north came the Snowwind Empire; from the southernmost tip, the Endless Dao Academy.

Any faction that received the Sword-Dispatched Imperial Letter dared not fail to attend.

All these factions were above first-tier, qualified to enter the Jun family’s Shanmen.

Those below first-tier, mere second-tier factions, could only send gifts and remain seated at the banquet outside the Shanmen.

These factions bore no resentment—they knew they lacked the standing.

“The Ancient Clan Jiang arrives, offering one ancient holy weapon, three immortality herbs, one hundred top-grade holy elixirs, one thousand supreme-grade divine sources…”

The Jun family attendant recited these endlessly.

Such generosity stunned every faction present.

“Are these gifts not too lavish?”

“You forget—the Jiang and Jun clans have intermarried for generations. The Divine Son’s mother is from the Jiang clan. When the maternal family comes, how could the tribute be anything less?”

The Jiang clan was the most closely allied immortal faction to the Jun family.

Their intermarriages spanned generations—they were nearly inseparable.

Two exquisite figures stepped directly into the Jun family’s Shanmen.

All guests turned their gaze—and froze, some entranced.

These two beauties, one tall, one small.

The taller one wore spotless snow-white robes, her immortal posture graceful, her features exquisitely beautiful, like a celestial maiden descending to earth.

The smaller one was delicate and charming, her eyes lively and bright, her aura refined and exquisite, like a perfect fairy spirit.

These two women, though differing in style, were both peerless beauties, dimming the heavens and earth.

“What stunning women—surely the taller one is Jiang’s Divine Maiden, Jiang Shengyi, who bears the Primordial Dao Womb.”

“The smaller one must be Jiang’s beloved daughter, Jiang Luoli, who possesses the Primordial Spirit Dao Body.”

All the men present could not tear their eyes from the two beauties.

And almost simultaneously, another voice rang out.

“The Ancient Clan Ye arrives, offering ten top-grade holy herbs, one hundred divine sources, three royal and marquis weapons.”

Hearing this, many murmured quietly.

The Ancient Ye clan was also renowned, but their tribute was ordinary—nothing compared to the Jiang clan’s, not even matching a first-tier faction’s offering.

Yet the Ye and Jun clans’ relationship was merely average; such a modest gift was expected.

“Haha, Miss Luoli, please wait a moment.”

Two figures entered the Shanmen: one was an old servant with a goatee, and the young man in blue robes ahead was Ye Xingyun.

“It’s Ye Xingyun—the top prodigy of the Ye clan, who bears the Star King Body!”

“Who are you?” Jiang Luoli turned, glancing at Ye Xingyun, her expression puzzled.

Ye Xingyun’s smile stiffened slightly, his face awkward. “Miss Luoli, don’t you remember… in the Falling Moon Secret Realm…”

Jiang Luoli Mianqiang recalled, her small face expressionless. “Oh, you’re that… that guy?”

“I am Ye Xingyun of the Ancient Ye clan,” Ye Xingyun said, feeling even more embarrassed.

Did Jiang Luoli truly have no memory of him at all?

“Oh, it’s you. Sorry—I usually forget faces that are just average,” Jiang Luoli pouted.

The entire hall fell silent.

Ye Xingyun was utterly humiliated.

In truth, Ye Xingyun’s appearance was not bad—sharp brows, starlit eyes, very refined; most women would find him pleasing to look at.

Yet in Jiang Luoli’s words, he was reduced to “average.”

Still, Ye Xingyun had a thick skin. He forced a smile. “Miss Luoli, it’s been a long time. Might I sit with you at the banquet later?”

Hearing this, some present understood.

So this Ye Xingyun’s real intent wasn’t the banquet—it was to court her.

He wasn’t here to celebrate—he was here to steal her away.

Beside them, Jiang Shengyi faintly furrowed her brows.

Jiang Rou had long hoped to unite Jiang Luoli with Jun Xiaoyao.

Was this Ye Xingyun trying to dig under the wall?

“Luoli, let’s go find Cousin Jiang Rou,” Jiang Shengyi said, taking Jiang Luoli’s small hand.

“Oh,” Jiang Luoli nodded slightly, ignoring Ye Xingyun entirely.

Ye Xingyun took a deep breath, still wearing a composed smile.

“It’s fine—I still have a chance,” he told himself.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Jun family estate, a magnificent golden hall opened.

Only the most honored guests and leaders of supreme Dao lineages were permitted entry.

All other first-tier factions took seats on other divine isles.

The Jiang clan, the Ye clan, and other ancient clans, supreme lineages, and top imperial families also entered.

Fine wines and exquisite dishes, jade platters of rare delicacies, were served—each dish a marvel of rarity.

“Aren’t the senior figures of the Jun family here yet? Where is the Divine Son?” asked an Elder from a supreme Dao lineage, glancing around.

At that moment, two powerful figures appeared—a man and a woman.

One was a black-robed youth, his aura sharp as a blade.

He was Jun Family’s Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian.

He had specifically broken his seclusion to attend Jun Xiaoyao’s tenth-birthday banquet.

Beside him stood a woman in a pale blue flowing gown, her body wreathed in icy energy.

Her pupils were ice-blue, her black hair bound by an ice-blue phoenix hairpin, her skin like frozen snow—she looked like a statue carved from ice.

“That is Jun Family’s Seventh Sequence, Jun Xuehuang, who bears the Ice Spirit Body. Legend says a single thought can freeze ten thousand li of land and summon snow across heaven and earth.”

Many from the factions studied Jun Xuehuang.

The Ten Sequences of the Jun family were all extraordinary.

Among them, naturally, were outstanding women—and Jun Xuehuang was one such figure.

“I didn’t expect you’d break seclusion to attend Xiao Yao’s tenth-birthday banquet,” Jun Zhangjian said with a faint smile.

The Ten Sequences of the Jun family either secluded themselves in cultivation or roamed the world, exploring secret realms.

Few had come specifically for Jun Xiaoyao’s tenth birthday.

Jun Xuehuang pursed her lips, her voice cool. “I simply wanted to see how powerful the Divine Son has become—the one who defeated you at age three.”

At these words, Jun Zhangjian’s expression twisted uncomfortably.

It was like poking a sore wound.

Just then, another figure entered the hall.

“Him?”

Seeing this figure, both Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang stiffened, their expressions turning grave.