Chapter 302: Jiang Clan

"Hm? What's going on?" Jiang Chuhan lifted her gaze toward her maid.

This is the ancestral stronghold of the ancient Jiang Clan—what major event could possibly occur?

"Miss would never guess who's come to our Jiang Clan," the maid's cheeks flushed red with excitement.

"Who?" Jiang Chuhan felt a flicker of curiosity.

In the past, when young scions from immortal sects came to pay respects, her maid had never been this animated.

"It's the Divine Son of the Jun Clan—he's here!" the maid exclaimed, trembling with excitement.

"What?!"

Jiang Chuhan's calm expression shattered instantly.

That name was thunderous, echoing through the heavens.

After defeating Princess Long Ji, Jun Xiaoyao had become the most prominent young sovereign in the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao was half-Jiang by blood.

Many young Jiang Clan members felt honored and regarded Jun Xiaoyao as their idol.

Jiang Chuhan was no exception.

She was the Jiang Clan's celestial daughter, bearing the Profound Water Spirit Body, ranking just below Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli among the younger generation.

Yet even she was deeply curious about the legendary Divine Son of the Jun Clan.

"Let's go see," Jiang Chuhan, unable to suppress her curiosity, shot into the sky without even glancing at the man beside her.

The man in brocade robes, Hua Yuanshu, his expression subtly shifted.

"Is that the Jun Clan's Divine Son, Jun Xiaoyao? Why is he here?"

Hua Yuanshu felt surprised deep inside.

Watching Jiang Chuhan's hurried retreating figure, his eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of shadow passing through them.

After a brief pause, he followed after her.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao and the others had already entered the Jiang Clan.

Around them, countless Jiang Clan members gathered.

Surrounded by so many eyes, Jun Xiaoyao felt like a monkey on display in a zoo.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son truly lives up to legend—his aura is that of a celestial exile."

"Indeed, he's a jade-god among men, peerless in this world."

Countless Jiang Clan maidens had fallen under Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and demeanor.

Jun Xiaoyao was simply perfect—no angle, no flaw, no weakness.

In looks alone, even Jiang Luoli, a notorious beauty-seeker, had been instantly captivated, declaring him the most handsome in the Immortal Realm.

In talent, he was a Sovereign of the Heaven-Piercing Realm at fourteen, with both the Ancient Holy Body and Supreme Bone dual constitutions.

In strength, even ancient anomalies like Princess Long Ji had been humiliated and utterly defeated, unable to scratch him.

In status, he was the Jun Clan's Divine Son, Sequence Zero, and the Saint Spirit Academy's Saint Disciple—even here in the Jiang Clan, his standing was extraordinary.

From every perspective, Jun Xiaoyao was flawless.

Could anyone in the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm find a second person so perfect?

No wonder these lovestruck Jiang Clan maidens had fallen head over heels.

Beside him, Jiang Luoli wore a smug smile.

She felt proud that Jun Xiaoyao was drawing such attention.

She had already claimed him as her man.

Could she not be delighted when her own man was the center of all eyes?

At that moment, powerful auras appeared in the distance.

They were middle-aged men and elegant matrons, each gazing at Jun Xiaoyao as if he were a priceless treasure.

"So this is Xiaoyao? Hmm, I've never seen him before."

"The boy is stunning—no wonder he inherited the Jiang Clan's superior bloodline."

These people approached Jun Xiaoyao, studying him with warm, satisfied smiles.

Jun Xiaoyao could faintly sense their auras—each was formidable, the weakest at the Saint level.

"Come, Xiaoyao, this is your Seventh Aunt, your Eighth Aunt, your Third Uncle, your Second Uncle, your Fourth Grandfather…" Jiang Rou smiled and introduced them.

Jun Xiaoyao felt a bead of sweat form.

Clearly, his mother Jiang Rou's branch was among the most prosperous in the Jiang Clan.

"Jun Xiaoyao pays his respects to all my elders…" Jun Xiaoyao bowed, responding to each one respectfully.

This demeanor only deepened the smiles of his Jiang relatives—they grew even more pleased with every glance.

The surrounding Jiang Clan members sighed in admiration.

They had expected Jun Xiaoyao, given his status, to be arrogant and aloof.

Yet he was so composed, courteous, and refined.

"The rumors outside claimed the Divine Son was insolent and disdainful—clearly, they were lies."

"Indeed, the Divine Son's character is truly admirable."

Jun Xiaoyao's conduct had won the favor of every Jiang Clan member.

Jiang Rou was deeply relieved.

She had feared Jun Xiaoyao, raised in the Jun Clan, might harbor resentment or distance toward the Jiang Clan.

Now, there was no need to worry.

"If this is the case," Jiang Rou murmured inwardly, "perhaps it's time to grant Xiaoyao an official position within the clan."

At that moment, two streaks of light shot across the distant sky.

The light faded, revealing a man and a woman.

The girl wore a pale blue tasseled gown, her water-blue hair swaying in the wind, her skin fair, her features delicate and lovely.

The man was noble and handsome, like a jade statue carved by heaven.

It was Jiang Chuhan and Hua Yuanshu, arriving at last.

Jiang Chuhan's eyes locked onto Jun Xiaoyao amid the crowd, her spirit trembling slightly.

A hundred hearsays could not match one sight.

She had thought Hua Yuanshu beside her was an outstanding man.

Yet compared to this white-robed youth, who looked like a celestial exile, he had no comparison whatsoever.

Jun Xiaoyao, merely standing there, became the center of heaven and earth, stealing every gaze.

Hua Yuanshu also stared at Jun Xiaoyao, his eyes revealing a flicker of astonishment.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was too profound—unfathomable, like a black hole.

He had even deliberately probed, yet found no trace of Jun Xiaoyao's energy at all.

"Hm?"

Jun Xiaoyao also noticed Jiang Chuhan and Hua Yuanshu.

He glanced at Jiang Chuhan once, then moved on.

But he looked at Hua Yuanshu.

"Not an ordinary constitution…" Jun Xiaoyao thought inwardly.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's gaze, Hua Yuanshu felt as if needles pricked his back, as if his very soul had been exposed.

"Jiang Chuhan greets the Divine Son," Jiang Chuhan stepped forward and bowed gracefully.

"No need for formalities," Jun Xiaoyao replied with a polite smile.

Hua Yuanshu merely gave a faint, perfunctory bow and said nothing.

Nearby, Jiang Xuhuang whispered to Jun Xiaoyao, offering a brief introduction.

"So this man named Hua Yuanshu is the legendary Void Imperial Body," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

The Void Imperial Body was an extremely potent constitution, capable of controlling void energy.

This constitution granted unparalleled speed—appearing and vanishing without trace—and allowed the user to merge their form into the void.

It also enabled spatial manipulation, such as creating spatial prisons.

Every generation, those born with this powerful Void Imperial Body ascended to the pinnacle—if they did not perish, they would at least become Sovereigns.

No wonder the Jiang Clan valued Hua Yuanshu so highly.

Even as an outsider, they nurtured him with utmost care.

They even considered letting him marry into the clan, uniting him with the prodigy Jiang Chuhan.

Hua Yuanshu's indifferent attitude stirred faint displeasure among some young Jiang Clan members.

Jun Xiaoyao, though not bearing the Jiang surname, carried half Jiang blood.

But Hua Yuanshu was a true outsider—recruited, with not a drop of Jiang blood.

In their eyes, how could Hua Yuanshu treat Jun Xiaoyao with such casual disrespect?