Chapter 32: Uninvited Guest, Long Hao Arrives—Just a Few Eels

With me here, how could the Jun family ever fail to produce a Great Emperor!

Jun Xiaoyao’s single sentence rang with overwhelming might, as if swallowing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

The entire hall, even the whole Jun family, seemed to echo with Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

At once, all the guests from major factions froze in expression.

Boom!

The nine heavens churned with stormy clouds, thunder rolled, as if echoing Jun Xiaoyao’s words!

Words are not to be spoken lightly.

Some words carry great karmic consequences.

“The Jun family’s Divine Son has an invincible aura!”

“Hearing these words from the Divine Son, does he truly believe he can attain the Great Emperor throne?”

“This lifetime’s path to emperorship… has become interesting…”

Many elder experts sighed in awe.

Meanwhile, the beauties from major factions were stirred by Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

Which beauty doesn’t wish to be paired with a hero?

“A true man should be like this…” the Princess of Great Shang murmured, her heart already lost.

As for Jiang Luoli, her mouth was practically drooling—far from the dignified image of a Jiang family treasure.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no heed to the others’ gazes; he looked down upon Jun Wanjie with cold detachment and said, “Is this answer satisfactory?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s retort left Jun Wanjie speechless, his face darkening, unable to utter a single rebuttal.

For just now, even he had nearly been shaken by Jun Xiaoyao’s invincible aura.

At that moment, from deep within the Jun family, a withered voice softly spoke a single word.

“Good.”

That one word caused everyone’s expressions to change instantly.

“It’s the Eighteenth Ancestor!” Jun Zhantian’s voice trembled slightly.

The Eighteenth Ancestor is a patriarch-level figure of the Jun family, rarely appearing.

The last time he appeared was when Jun Xiaoyao was born.

This time, though the Eighteenth Ancestor still did not show himself, that single “good” clearly praised Jun Xiaoyao’s grand ambition.

To claim the path to emperorship is not something anyone dares to boast about.

Even top prodigies feel doubt and lack confidence.

With the Eighteenth Ancestor speaking, what could Jun Wanjie possibly say?

Even if his temperament were colder and more domineering, a hundred more courage wouldn’t let him defy the Eighteenth Ancestor.

“I was impolite. I have other matters to attend to. Farewell.”

Jun Wanjie cast a cold glance at Jun Xiaoyao, then turned and left without hesitation.

Staying here any longer would only add to his inner vexation.

Seeing this, Jun Zhantian’s expression eased slightly.

Though Jun Wanjie’s temperament is somewhat erratic and brutal, at least he’s not a fool—he understands propriety.

If he had stubbornly clashed with Jun Xiaoyao right here, that would have truly shamed the Jun family.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie’s retreating back, recalling his icy gaze.

He knew Jun Wanjie still harbored resentment.

Even if he temporarily withdrew, he would seek trouble later.

“Jun Wanjie, I hope you’re not as foolish as Xiao Chen. Otherwise, even if you’re a Jun, I won’t spare you an inch.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Any obstacle before him, he would sweep away.

Whether it came from outside or from within the family.

With Jun Wanjie’s departure, the hall’s atmosphere returned to normal.

“Congratulations, Divine Son,” Jun Xuehuang rose and raised her cup to Jun Xiaoyao.

She held no enmity toward Jun Xiaoyao like Jun Wanjie did—only a touch of mild envy.

“Thank you,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled, raising his cup in return.

He always appreciated those who understood propriety.

“Congratulations, Divine Son,” Jun Zhangjian also rose to offer his praise.

He no longer called Jun Xiaoyao “cousin Xiaoyao,” for he knew he had lost that right.

Divine Son status, plus Zero Sequence.

Among Jun family’s younger generation, no one held higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.

Not even the First Sequence, who was in seclusion, or the Second and Third Sequences training outside—none matched Jun Xiaoyao’s standing.

“I wonder what the others would think if they learned Xiaoyao became the Zero Sequence,” Jun Zhangjian thought silently.

Though all were Jun family Sequences, Jun Zhangjian lacked even the courage to draw his sword before the top few Sequences.

Those who became the top Jun Sequences were no ordinary beings—each bore the Rebirth Eyes or possessed some forbidden inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao knew well that those Sequences were no simpletons.

Yet he believed that with his own talent and strength, any trouble could be resolved.

The banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao, meanwhile, pondered why the system had not yet prompted him to sign in.

At that moment, a voice filled with arrogance and cold mockery rang out from beyond the Jun family’s mountain gate.

“Jun family’s Divine Son, your words are indeed bold—but can your strength match your mouth?”

Hearing this voice, everyone in the hall trembled.

Who is this?

To speak such words at the Ten-Year-Old Banquet of the Jun family’s Divine Son?

If you want to die, don’t choose this way!

Outside the hall, many from the factions looked toward the sky.

There, across the distant heavens, a green-winged dragon soared, carrying a group of figures.

Some bore twin horns, others twin wings, some were covered in scales—they clearly weren’t human.

Leading them was a young man clad in golden finery, twin dragon horns sprouting from his head, his demeanor arrogant and defiant.

The words just spoken came from his mouth.

“That’s… the Dragon Prince of the Ancient Imperial Clan, Ancestral Dragon Nest!” an elder from a major faction breathed deeply.

The Ancient Imperial Clans were superpowers rivaling the Primordial Clans, Supreme Sects, and Immortal Dynasties.

The Ancient Emperors of these clans could rival human Great Emperors.

In some eras, they ruled the Immortal Realm alone, towering above billions of beings.

Ancestral Dragon Nest was one of the top forces among the Ancient Imperial Clans, standing alongside Supreme Phoenix Spirit Mountain and Qilin Ancient Cave.

And now, the Dragon Prince of Ancestral Dragon Nest had arrived at the Ten-Year-Old Banquet of the Jun family’s Divine Son.

Anyone not a fool knew Ancestral Dragon Nest’s intentions were hostile—those who come with good intent don’t arrive like this.

Some recalled the ancient grudge between Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun family, their eyes gleaming.

It seemed today, another spectacle was about to unfold.

“Ancestral Dragon Nest?” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this faction before.

Ancestral Dragon Nest was an enemy of the Jun family.

In this lifetime, they produced a forbidden first-generation descendant, Long Ao, who bore Emperor Dragon blood and crushed several Jun family young prodigies.

Of course, Jun family Sequences had also slaughtered Ancestral Dragon Nest’s prodigies.

The two factions were utterly incompatible.

Even his father, the White Robe Divine King Jun Wu-hui, had slain an Ancestral Dragon Nest’s Pretender to Sovereignty while still a Saint—his famed battle.

“Hmph, what bad luck,” Jun Zhantian’s face darkened.

They certainly hadn’t invited Ancestral Dragon Nest.

“What, is the Primordial Clan Jun family so cowardly it won’t even let guests enter?” Long Hao’s tone was arrogant and defiant.

At these words, Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and other Sequences all burned with rage.

This Dragon Prince of Ancestral Dragon Nest was truly audacious.

“Grandfather, let them in. They’re just a few eels.”

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.