Chapter 303: The Gift from Grandfather Jiang Daoxu: The Bestowal of the Jiang Family Young Master Token, and Hua Yuanshu

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself, he paid little heed to Hua Yuanshu's attitude.

The Void Imperial Body is powerful, but Jun Xiaoyao felt no fear whatsoever.

What was that saying again?

I am invincible; you do as you please.

No imperial body or divine body meant anything to Jun Xiaoyao, for no body could surpass his Primal Ancient Sacred Body.

He likewise ignored Hua Yuanshu, merely nodding slightly to Jiang Chuhan and exchanging a few casual words.

Jiang Chuhan immediately felt flattered, her lovely face glowing with a joyful smile.

This made Hua Yuanshu's heart burn with intense displeasure.

His engagement to Jiang Chuhan had already been confirmed.

After the opportunities in the Immortal Ancient World ended, they would be wed.

At that time, he would officially become a member of the Jiang family, even qualifying to become Jiang family's Young Master.

The title of Jiang family's Young Master had long been Hua Yuanshu's coveted goal.

Only by obtaining this title could he truly gain the Jiang family's full support and cultivation resources.

Although, due to his lack of Jiang bloodline, he could never compete for the position of Patriarch, becoming Vice Patriarch or Supreme Elder would still be more than sufficient.

Marrying Jiang Chuhan was the most crucial step in this plan.

Yet now, watching Jiang Chuhan, her cheeks flushed, laughing and chatting with Jun Xiaoyao,

Hua Yuanshu felt as if green grass were growing on his head.

"Uh, Sister Chuhan, have you talked enough? Maybe you should take Brother Xiaoyao inside to rest first."

Jiang Luoli stepped forward, deliberately linking arms with Jun Xiaoyao, as if claiming ownership.

Jiang Chuhan finally snapped back to reality, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Jun Xiaoyao could only pretend not to notice.

After all, his charm was simply too great—he couldn't help it.

Afterwards, the Jiang family members led Jun Xiaoyao into a luxurious grand hall within their ancestral grounds.

"Xiaoyao, would you like to rest for a while?" Jiang Rou asked.

"Yes, Brother Xiaoyao, please rest," Jiang Luoli said.

"No need. Let's go visit Grandfather first," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

This attitude moved the Jiang family members deeply.

Jun Xiaoyao still cared deeply for their Jiang family.

Under this subtle influence, Jun Xiaoyao had unconquered the hearts of the entire Jiang family.

Deep within the Jiang ancestral grounds stood a hall steeped in ancient aura.

Normally, clan members were forbidden from approaching this place.

For this was where the Jiang family's Supreme Sovereign spent his days meditating and resting.

A Supreme Sovereign, in any immortal sect, was a pillar of strength, holding a transcendent status.

At this moment, under Jiang Rou's guidance and accompanied by several Jiang clan Elders, Jun Xiaoyao and the others arrived outside the hall.

One Elder stepped forward and bowed: "Your Eminence, someone seeks an audience."

"Didn't I say I would see no one?"

From deep within the hall came a withered voice.

"Your Eminence, it is Miss Jiang Rou and Jun Xiaoyao who have returned."

"What?"

At these words, the hall's door, sealed for years, burst open with a thunderous crash.

"Enter!"

All present stepped inside.

Jun Xiaoyao also took a step forward.

Looking around, the entire interior of the hall was not a hall at all, but a miniature world within a world.

Spiritual mist swirled, jade grass carpeted the ground, and ancient herbs, thousands of years old, grew along the cliffs.

Spiritual beasts leapt, celestial cranes spread their wings.

Within this miniature world lay nine spiritual mountains.

At this moment, four of these mountains held seated figures.

A beautiful middle-aged woman, a disheveled middle-aged man in black robes with yellow teeth, and a bald old man.

Yet without exception, their auras were immensely powerful, as if containing terrifying divine might capable of crushing the heavens.

Undoubtedly, these were all Supreme Sovereigns!

But Jun Xiaoyao's gaze locked instantly onto one white-browed elder.

The elder wore a simple hemp robe, his hair and beard pure white, his back slightly hunched, his entire form aged and frail.

His body exuded a decaying aura, like rotting wood on the verge of collapse.

Yet even so, his aura was profoundly terrifying—each breath he took made the entire cosmos tremble.

Undoubtedly, this white-browed elder was Jun Xiaoyao's maternal grandfather, Jiang Rou's father, Jiang Daoxu!

"Xiaoyao… it's you…"

Jiang Daoxu's previously calm, aged face shattered the moment he saw Jun Xiaoyao.

Unimaginable—a Supreme Sovereign, so uncontrolled, his hunched frame trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao bowed respectfully, deeply lowering his head: "Grandson Jun Xiaoyao greets Grandfather. I hope Grandfather does not blame me for coming to see you so late."

"Hah! Xiaoyao, just you being here is enough."

Jiang Daoxu's form blurred, and in the next instant, he stood before Jun Xiaoyao.

His aged eyes gazed deeply at Jun Xiaoyao, then suddenly threw back his head and laughed.

"No wonder you're my Jiang Daoxu's grandson—outstanding beyond mortal bounds, destined to stand atop the Nine Heavens, overlooking the ebb and flow of eternity!"

Jiang Daoxu's words caused every Jiang clan Elder and member present to draw a sharp breath, their eyes filled with unrestrained shock.

The weight of these words was immense—immense beyond measure.

Most importantly, they were spoken by a Supreme Sovereign!

Supreme Sovereigns rarely spoke lightly, for such words could attract great karmic consequences.

Yet now, Jiang Daoxu spoke them without the slightest hesitation.

Jun Xiaoyao understood: Jiang Daoxu had surely seen through the Divine Origin within his body.

That was the true reason for Jiang Daoxu's praise.

"Father…" Jiang Rou, watching Jiang Daoxu, felt her eyes grow slightly red.

For Jiang Daoxu had aged far too much.

In his youth, Jiang Daoxu had waged wars across the lands for the Jiang family, accumulating countless injuries.

Now, even with his Supreme Sovereign cultivation, he could no longer suppress them.

Now, he was forced to remain in seclusion within this miniature world year-round.

"Hah, girl, why cry? Today, Xiaoyao has come—this old man is delighted," Jiang Daoxu boomed.

"Big Brother, you've got real luck—such an outstanding grandson."

The other three Supreme Sovereigns seated atop the spiritual mountains also chuckled.

"By the way, Xiaoyao, there's a gift I originally planned to give you on your tenth birthday, but giving it to you now is not too late."

Jiang Daoxu suddenly remembered something and pulled out a token.

On the token was carved a single character: Jiang.

"This is…"

Upon seeing the token, every Jiang family member's eyes froze.

Jiang Chuhan, Jiang Luoli, Jiang Shengyi, and others all showed expressions of surprise.

"That's… our Jiang family's Young Master Token!" one Jiang Elder breathed deeply.

The Young Master Token represented the identity of Jiang family's Young Master.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Son Token represented his identity as the Divine Son of the Jun family.

The Jiang family could have only one Young Master, and he must be male.

Thus, Jiang Shengyi, Jiang Luoli, and others could never receive the Young Master Token.

And strangely enough, the Jiang family currently showed signs of yin overpowering yang.

Jiang Shengyi, Jiang Luoli, Jiang Chuhan—all were heavenly prodigies with extraordinary talent.

Yet among the young men, none stood out significantly.

The only one, Jiang Xuling, was merely decent.

The Jiang family, unlike the Jun family, lacked the famed Ten Sequences.

Thus, the position of Young Master had remained vacant.

Originally, the one most likely to claim this title was Hua Yuanshu.

Once he married in, became a Jiang family member, he would qualify for the Young Master status.

But now, everything was settled.

Hua Yuanshu's long-planned, hard-fought goal.

And so, Jun Xiaoyao obtained it effortlessly.

Hua Yuanxiu's mind exploded with a deafening crash!

Blood rushed to his head.

He didn't know where he found the courage, but couldn't help speaking up: "Dare I ask, Master Yuanxiu, is this not a little hasty?"