Chapter 318: Followers of the Ten Young Kings, Corrupt Bone Sparrow, a Beast with Jiuying Bloodline

This being resembled a human, but had a pair of rotting wings growing from its back.

Its entire body radiated thick death energy, carrying the stench of decaying corpses, making one feel nauseous.

Yet since all beings here were born of burial soil, no one found it particularly unsettling.

They all turned to look at this being, their faces filled with shock.

"It's Que Tian—he's a retainer of the young supreme of the Fallen Feather Clan."

"It really is Que Tian—he's come here to compete for the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit too."

"What's left to argue about? He'll surely crush all rivals."

Seeing this being named Que Tian, the young elites of the Iron Bone Clan and the Blue Ghost Clan all wore grim expressions.

This Que Tian has a very prestigious origin.

"I originally came only for the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit, but I never expected to encounter a being from the outside world—Master will surely delight in this offering of blood."

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow but showed no anger.

Because in his eyes, Que Tian was already a dead man.

"He is…" Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Cang Yue beside him.

Cang Yue's face was grim. "His name is Que Tian; his true form is a Corrupt Bone Sparrow. His strength ranks among the top five among the young generation of Yinming Domain."

"But that's not the most important thing—the most important is that he is a follower of the Fallen Feather Young Sovereign."

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm. "So, is the Fallen Feather Young Sovereign very strong?"

"Very strong—he's one of the Ten Young Kings," Cang Yue said with grave seriousness.

"Ten Young Kings?" Jun Xiaoyao heard a new term.

Cang Yue explained: "The Ten Young Kings are the ten most outstanding young sovereigns across the ten domains of Burial Soil. The Fallen Feather Young Sovereign is the young sovereign of our Yinming Domain."

"Over the years, countless prodigies have challenged the Fallen Feather Young Sovereign's sovereign status—all ended in devastating defeat. His position is unshakable."

Cang Yue's few sentences were enough to reveal just how powerful the Fallen Feather Young Sovereign was.

He was unquestionably the peak of the young generation in the Eternal Burial Soil.

In the outside world, he would be among the most elite immortal heirs.

"Moreover, his clan, the Fallen Feather Clan, is also extremely powerful—the Fallen Feather Burial Emperor is the ruler of our Yinming Domain."

After this explanation, Jun Xiaoyao finally understood.

In simple terms, the Fallen Feather Clan was the imperial house of Yinming Domain.

Any member of the Fallen Feather Clan could walk freely through Yinming Domain without fear of challenge.

And Que Tian, though not of the Fallen Feather Clan, was a follower of that Fallen Feather Young Sovereign.

No wonder Cang Yue wore such a grim and hopeless expression.

"Sister…" Cang Xue's face turned even paler.

Clearly, with Que Tian participating, others' chances of obtaining the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit had drastically diminished.

"It's fine—we still have Gu Chi. He's also among the top ten prodigies of Yinming Domain," Cang Yue reassured.

Yet at this moment, Gu Chi's expression was unnatural.

In his eyes lay a faint trace of fear.

Had he known Que Tian would come, he would never have come.

"Gu Chi, you who lost to me before—how dare you show your face here?" Que Tian turned his gaze toward Gu Chi.

To him, Jun Xiaoyao was already within his grasp—he could harvest him whenever he pleased.

"Que Tian, don't speak so harshly," Gu Chi retorted, but everyone could hear his lack of conviction.

Cang Yue's heart tightened.

Que Tian had no interest in Gu Chi—he was considering whether to subdue Jun Xiaoyao first.

At that moment, deep within the basin, yin and yang energies surged and swirled, sending ripples outward.

"Forget it—complete the Young Master's task first: seize the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit, then deal with this outsider." Que Tian thought.

The other beings of the Iron Bone Clan and Blue Ghost Clan thought the same.

The Yin-Yang Divine Fruit was the priority.

"The battle for the Divine Fruit has begun," said the elder of the Cang Clan.

"Gu Chi, we're counting on you," Cang Yue said.

Those entering the Yin-Yang Soul Pond were Cang Yue, Jun Xiaoyao, and Gu Chi.

As for Cang Xue, her frail health prevented her from participating—she could only wait outside.

If they failed to obtain the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit this time, she would not live to see another fruiting.

Since Cang Yue did not know Jun Xiaoyao's true strength, she did not place her hopes on him.

But she understood Gu Chi's power—he could still stand against Que Tian.

"I'll… do my best," Gu Chi said, his voice tinged with unease.

Compared to his earlier confidence, Gu Chi now felt deeply uncertain.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others moved swiftly, stepping into the pond.

Cang Xue and the others watched from outside.

The young elites of the Iron Bone Clan and Blue Ghost Clan also set out.

Gong Minglan and Que Tian moved as well.

Deep within the basin lay a water pond a thousand zhang in diameter.

The entire pond was divided clearly into black and white regions, like a Taiji symbol.

At the center of the two regions grew a divine tree, a hundred zhang tall.

It was the Yin-Yang Divine Tree.

Now, on its branches hung fruits wrapped in swirling yin and yang energies.

Each fruit was half black, half white, strangely beautiful—roughly a dozen in total.

Outside the Yin-Yang Soul Pond, figures appeared.

The Burial Soil prodigies, upon seeing the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit on the tree, all gleamed with hunger.

The Yin-Yang Divine Fruit possessed the miraculous power to reverse the fate of life and death.

For Burial Soil beings, it was an irresistible temptation.

"The Ten Kings' Banquet is about to begin. The Young Master needs the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit to undergo another transformation and ascend further—this fruit must be brought back entirely," Que Tian thought.

His Young Master, the Fallen Feather Young Sovereign, though the top prodigy of Yinming Domain,

was not outstanding among the Ten Young Kings—he had not even entered the top five.

This Ten Kings' Banquet was of great importance to the Fallen Feather Young Sovereign; he wished to improve his ranking.

Thus, the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit became even more critical.

On the other side, the young prodigies of the Iron Bone Clan and Blue Ghost Clan also arrived at the edge of the Yin-Yang Soul Pond.

But they did not rush in—this pond was no ordinary place.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others arrived as well.

Looking at the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit on the tree, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

The Yin-Yang Divine Fruit was indeed extraordinary—though not an Immortal Herb, it was not far behind.

Especially its unique effect—even some Immortal Herbs could not match it.

"Act," Jun Xiaoyao said without hesitation, stepping forward.

He moved swiftly, instantly darting into the Yin-Yang Soul Pond.

"Young Master, wait!" Cang Yue's face changed.

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Xiaoyao had already rushed in.

At that moment, the Yin-Yang Soul Pond boiled as if in turmoil.

With a splashing sound, a terrifying beast with nine heads burst forth.

This beast was covered in scales, bore nine heads, each resembling a serpent's or dragon's head, hideously fearsome.

And each of its nine heads was a different color.

"This is… the ancient beast, Jiuying?" Jun Xiaoyao stared at the beast, his eyes flashing.

"No—it's not pure blood. He possesses only a trace of Jiuying's lineage." Jun Xiaoyao realized.

The true ancient beast Jiuying could battle true dragons—fearsome indeed.

This beast had at most a trace of Jiuying's blood.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao still standing there, the Burial Soil beings all sneered.

"Is this outsider human stunned?"

"Exactly—doesn't he wonder why we didn't just rush in?"

These Burial Soil beings thought Jun Xiaoyao was recklessly foolish.

"A joke," Gu Chi sneered as well.

Only Cang Yue, and Cang Xue watching from outside, turned pale.

"Get out of there!" Cang Yue shouted.

But it was too late.

The beast resembling Jiuying opened all nine mouths.

Flame, freezing water, poison gas, demonic lightning—various energies surged forth from its nine heads.

The area where Jun Xiaoyao stood was instantly swallowed by various terrifying energies.

Seeing this, the beings of Burial Soil shook their heads.

Even if the Fallen Feather Holy Son had taken this attack, he would likely lose a layer of skin.

Not to mention a mere outsider from the human race.

They believed Jun Xiaoyao was certainly dead.