Chapter 31

Jun Xiaoyao snapped out of his daze and realized his public display was inappropriate; he released Jiang Luoli’s waist.

Jiang Luoli’s face flushed crimson as if dripping blood, utterly humiliated.

“Wahhh… I got my butt slapped in public…” Jiang Luoli flung herself into Jiang Shengyi’s arms, burying her head like a little ostrich.

She was Jiang’s precious pearl, a pure maiden—treated this way, she naturally felt shame.

Jiang Shengyi stroked Jiang Luoli’s small head and couldn’t help casting a sultry, reproachful glance at Jun Xiaoyao.

This nephew of hers, though appearing ethereal and exquisite, like a celestial exile.

Yet he seemed a bit mischievous.

Jiang Shengyi’s glance made Jun Xiaoyao notice this nominal aunt.

“Hm? That fluctuation… is it truly the Primordial Dao Body?” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze darkened as he murmured inwardly.

Jiang Rou had already told Jun Xiaoyao earlier.

Jiang Luoli was Jiang’s precious pearl, possessing the rare Yuan Ling Dao Body, ranking among the top hundred of the three thousand body types.

Jiang Shengyi, however, was Jiang’s Divine Maiden, bearing the even rarer Primordial Dao Body.

This body type was nearly as potent as the Ancient Wasteland Sacred Body.

“Ancient Wasteland Sacred Body… Primordial Dao Body…”

“Legends say that in ages past, an Emperor who touched the Immortal Dao possessed the supreme Primordial Sacred Body and Dao Body…”

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes shifted, and he stopped thinking further.

At that moment, Jun Zhantian stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said, “Thank you, esteemed elders, for attending my grandson’s banquet.”

“Today, at this feast, my Jun Clan has another announcement to make.”

As he spoke, Jun Zhantian’s expression turned solemn, formal.

“What could it be?”

Seeing Jun Zhantian’s grave expression, everyone present wore expressions of astonishment.

“I assume you all know my Jun Clan has Ten Sequences, each a peerless prodigy—but above the Ten Sequences lies one more position…”

Jun Zhantian’s words caused every soul in the hall to freeze, then suddenly turn pale as if they’d realized something.

Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang, both Sequences, also realized it—they leapt to their feet, faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Jun Wanjie’s expression grew even darker.

“Jun Xiaoyao, our Divine Son, shall be the Zero Sequence of the Jun Clan, his status above the Ten Sequences!”

The moment the words fell, the hall fell utterly silent.

Every eye blazed with awe!

Everyone understood what the Zero Sequence meant.

For the Jun Clan’s previous Zero Sequence was Jun Xiaoyao’s father, the White-Clothed Divine King, Jun Wuwei!

Jun Zhantian’s announcement was like a boulder cast into an ocean, stirring colossal waves.

It was certain that once this news spread today, the entire Wasteland Immortal Realm would erupt!

After all, the Jun Clan’s Zero Sequence carried extraordinary significance.

Without exception, when he matured, he would become the clan’s most core figure, its pillar.

Even the First Sequence, in status, was slightly inferior to the Zero Sequence.

“So Xiaoyao, my cousin, has already been designated the Zero Sequence?” Jun Zhangjian drew a deep breath, suppressing his shock.

He had previously thought that after Jun Xiaoyao turned ten, he might join the Sequence competition.

Yet now, the boy didn’t even need to compete—he’d been pre-designated Zero Sequence from the start.

Though Jun Zhangjian was stunned, he felt no envy.

After all, he had personally witnessed Jun Xiaoyao’s strength—he truly deserved the Zero Sequence.

“I never expected the Divine Son was already the Zero Sequence,” Jun Xuehuang breathed heavily, equally astonished.

Jun Wanjie, however, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flickering with vast, crackling lightning, revealing his inner turmoil.

“Why…?” Jun Wanjie thought coldly.

Why did he have to endure countless hardships to obtain what Jun Xiaoyao received effortlessly?

A Divine Son title was one thing—but now even the supreme Zero Sequence title was simply bestowed upon Jun Xiaoyao.

For a prodigy like Jun Wanjie, securing even a Sequence position required enduring countless trials, finally rising above all other Jun Clan prodigies.

Jun Wanjie felt resentment, injustice, fury!

Jun Zhantian scanned the hall, observing the stunned, reverent expressions, and nodded in satisfaction.

This was precisely the effect he wanted.

After the ten-year banquet, Jun Xiaoyao should enter the world.

Before entering the world, the Jun Clan must build his reputation.

The Zero Sequence title was undoubtedly the fastest way to launch Jun Xiaoyao’s fame.

“Is this father-son succession?” Many gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with shifting eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao’s father, Jun Wuwei, was the former Zero Sequence—now he too had become Zero Sequence.

Just the Divine Son title made Jun Xiaoyao immeasurably noble.

Now, with the Zero Sequence title added.

With both titles combined, few would dare provoke Jun Xiaoyao.

“Xiaoyao Brother is also the Zero Sequence?”

Jiang Luoli peeked out from Jiang Shengyi’s arms, blinking her eyes.

One of her most admired figures was Jun Xiaoyao’s father, the White-Clothed Divine King, Jun Wuwei.

Now Jun Xiaoyao followed in his father’s footsteps, making him even more captivating—as if he were the next White-Clothed Divine King.

“But Xiaoyao Brother slapped my butt and called me short… so mean…” Jiang Luoli muttered.

Though she was slightly annoyed with Jun Xiaoyao, she couldn’t deny he was truly handsome.

In strength, status, background, appearance—he was nearly peerless in the world.

Jiang Luoli was utterly powerless against the “truth-is-delicious” law.

Jiang Rou’s eyes held a trace of nostalgia and emotion as she murmured, “Wuwei, have you seen? Our child has become the Zero Sequence…”

As all factions remained stunned,

a cold voice rang out.

“Elder, I have a question.”

Hearing the voice, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang both paled.

Jun Zhantian turned his gaze, then frowned inwardly.

The speaker was none other than the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie.

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze also turned, expressionless.

The Zero Sequence title was something he must have.

If Jun Wanjie was unreasonable, Jun Xiaoyao would not yield.

“What is your question?” Jun Zhantian said coolly.

“May I ask, has Jun Xiaoyao participated in the Sequence competition?” Jun Wanjie asked gravely.

“No,” Jun Zhantian replied.

“May I ask, has Jun Xiaoyao made any major contribution to the clan?” Jun Wanjie pressed.

“No,” Jun Zhantian’s face darkened.

Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t even left the clan grounds—how could he have earned achievements?

“May I ask, has Jun Xiaoyao passed the Five Trials, slain the Six Generals, and earned his Sequence position himself?” Jun Wanjie fired three questions in succession.

“No!” Jun Zhantian’s voice grew colder.

If someone from another faction had asked this, Jun Zhantian would have already slapped them out.

But the speaker was the Jun Clan’s Fifth Sequence—if he struck back, the clan’s honor would suffer.

“If so, by what merit does Jun Xiaoyao become the Zero Sequence without reason?!”

Jun Wanjie suddenly rose, shouting fiercely!

Violent lightning flashed wildly in his eyes!

The air turned deathly silent.

Even Jun Zhantian was momentarily speechless.

And in that deathly silence, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, hands behind his back, like a white-robed celestial exile descending to earth.

“Since you have so many questions, I shall answer you.”

“The Zero Sequence title was granted by the Eighteenth Ancestor—he bestowed it because he trusts me…”

“With me, how could the Jun Clan fail to produce an Emperor?”