Chapter 297: All Ten Sequences Submit, Jiang Luoli Plans to Turn Raw Rice into Cooked Rice

Jun Lingcang stepped forward and acknowledged Jun Xiaoyao's status.

This was something no one had anticipated.

If among Jun family's younger generation there was anyone whose reputation could barely match Jun Xiaoyao's,

it was only the First Sequence, Jun Lingcang.

Now, Jun Lingcang's stance was undoubtedly shocking to many.

Outsiders naturally did not know that Jun Lingcang had completely let go of his obsession and resolved his inner turmoil.

Seeing Jun Lingcang's attitude, Jun Daolin, Jun Xiyu, and others had no reason to hesitate.

They all bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, acknowledging him as their superior.

Jun Wushuang, Jun Mulan, and others exchanged glances, each offering a faint, bitter smile.

They could never surpass Jun Xiaoyao.

"I, Second Sequence, Jun Wushuang, vow to honor the Divine Son!"

"Third Sequence, Jun Mulan, vow to honor the Divine Son!"

"Fourth Sequence, Jun Wuchen, vow to honor the Divine Son!"

The Ten Sequences of the Jun family all bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, acknowledging his exalted status as Sequence Zero.

The younger generation of the Jun family watched this scene, their expressions filled with intense excitement.

The Ten Sequences of the Jun family were each fiercely proud, none willing to yield to another, always vying against one another.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's emergence had caused all Ten Sequences to submit.

This was the first time the Jun family's younger generation had united as one.

"Good!" Jun Zhantian laughed loudly.

If the Jun family's Sequences worked in unison, then whether in the Immortal Ancient World or on the Emperor's Path, internal strife would be avoided, and they would stand united against the outside.

For any family, unity was always the most important thing.

Jun Xiaoyao did not refuse; he slightly bowed and said, "Thank you all for your high regard. From now on, let us work together for the family."

Thus, the Jun family's Sequences were fully united in heart.

The elder clan members also nodded in satisfaction.

Under Jun Xiaoyao's leadership, the Jun family's younger generation would surely flourish.

After Jun Xiaoyao finished his lecture, the younger Jun family members reluctantly departed.

Even some elder clan members felt a lingering sense of fulfillment.

Yet the Ten Sequences did not leave; they wished to seek further guidance from Jun Xiaoyao.

"Sister wants to spar with you—how about it?"

Jun Mulan suddenly spoke, her eyes blazing with fiery combat intent.

She bore the Blood of the War God, inherently combative, growing stronger when facing stronger foes.

Though she knew Jun Xiaoyao was immensely powerful, Jun Mulan could not resist the urge to challenge him.

Of course, Jun Mulan never expected to defeat Jun Xiaoyao—that was far too unrealistic.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Jun Mulan; he had long heard of this violent tomboy's reputation.

Moreover, though Jun Mulan was a woman, her personality was bold and straightforward, and Jun Xiaoyao had no objection.

"Alright," Jun Xiaoyao said, his left hand behind his back, only his right hand extended.

"You're looking down on me so much? I'm a legend out there!" Jun Mulan raised an eyebrow.

She struck, her War God blood boiling, divine energy surging as she charged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, his single hand reaching out, divine power exploding—his physical strength alone could suppress all.

Jun Mulan and Jun Xiaoyao engaged in close-range hand-to-hand combat.

Jun Xiaoyao did not unleash his full hundred-billion-pound divine strength, yet even so, he could easily suppress Jun Mulan.

Despite using her full strength, Jun Mulan could not gain the upper hand against Jun Xiaoyao's single hand.

This left Jun Wushuang and others even more astonished, confirming their decision was wise.

Only Jun Xiaoyao had the qualification to lead the entire younger generation of the Jun family.

Finally, after only a few exchanges, Jun Xiaoyao used his single hand to restrain Jun Mulan, his right arm circling her snow-white waist, forcing her to yield.

Jun Mulan's fierce, beautiful face flushed faintly; she pouted, "Are you feeling me up?"

"In combat, there is no distinction between male and female," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled, releasing her.

"Fine, I admit defeat—but there's one thing you'll never beat me at," Jun Mulan huffed.

"Oh? What's that?" Jun Xiaoyao was suddenly curious.

Jun Mulan placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her chest, her curves undulating like a devil's silhouette.

"Breasts—mine bigger than yours?" Jun Mulan blurted out.

"Cough…" Jun Xiaoyao froze, clearing his throat.

Uh…

He truly couldn't match her.

"Hehe, get used to it—she's always like this," Jun Wushuang chuckled, diffusing the awkwardness.

All the Sequences laughed, the atmosphere now perfectly harmonious.

The lingering resentment and barriers between the Sequences had greatly diminished.

Finally, Jun Mulan and the others took their leave one by one to process their insights and gains.

Jun Lingcang was the last to depart; he patted Jun Xiaoyao's shoulder and said, "Xiaoyao, don't let Jiu down."

"This…" Jun Xiaoyao fell silent.

He wondered if Jun Lingcang had misunderstood something.

He only saw Jiu as his guardian, nothing more.

"By the way, there's one more thing I need to tell you," Jun Lingcang said, as if suddenly remembering.

"What is it?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Although all Ten Sequences now honor you, the Jun family's younger generation isn't limited to just us," Jun Lingcang said with hidden meaning.

"Hm?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.

Was there more hidden strength within the Jun family?

"In the Immortal Ancient World, there are ancient prodigies of our Jun family in slumber," Jun Lingcang said.

"I see," Jun Xiaoyao understood.

Within the Immortal Ancient World, spiritual energy was abundant, and supreme immortal sources were plentiful—the perfect place to preserve ancient prodigies.

As a supreme, immortal lineage spanning countless eons, it would be strange if the Jun family had no ancient prodigies.

Jun Xiaoyao was curious: just how powerful were the Jun family's ancient prodigies in the Immortal Ancient World?

"Besides the ancient prodigies in the Immortal Ancient World, there are other Immortal Realms… never mind, someone will tell you later," Jun Lingcang hesitated, then shook his head.

Jun Xiaoyao did not press Jun Lingcang for answers.

He now realized the Jun family's depths ran far deeper than he'd imagined.

This reminded him of what his Eighteenth Ancestor had once told him.

On his eighteenth birthday, the Eighteenth Ancestor would reveal to him certain Jun family secrets, and the truth about his father.

What exactly were these Jun family secrets?

Jun Xiaoyao realized he understood far too little about his own family.

Or rather, the Jun family's foundations were so profound, they were impossible to fathom.

"Now I understand why the Ancient Imperial Clans like the Dragon Ancestral Nest and the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain dare not lightly wage war against the Jun family—they're terrified," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao vaguely felt the Jun family's peace might not last much longer.

"The Immortal Ancient World is my perfect chance to transcend," Jun Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed darkly.

In the following days, Jun Xiaoyao continued to meditate and cultivate.

All returned to calm.

Far from the Heavenly Emperor Palace, in a secluded side hall, Jiang Luoli peeked around nervously, meeting someone in secret.

It was her cousin, Jiang Xuling.

"Cousin, did you bring it?" Jiang Luoli whispered.

"Cousin, what do you need that for?" Jiang Xuling looked bewildered.

Because the item Jiang Luoli had requested was a spring herb.

Such things, men usually kept a few packets on hand.

But why would a girl want such a thing?

"Can't I just study it? Don't ask—just give it to me!" Jiang Luoli urged, her twin buns bouncing.

Jiang Xuling pulled out a small packet of powder, adding a warning: "Cousin, this is the Jun family—don't do anything reckless. This stuff is potent—even a normal True God might not withstand it."

"Don't worry," Jiang Luoli took the powder, turned, and left.

She bit her lip, her expression resolute, murmuring to herself.

"There are too many women around Xiaoyao—no more delays. Luoli must turn raw rice into cooked rice!"