Chapter 326: Jun Xiaoyao Faces the Fallen Feather Clan Alone; The Cang Sisters Are Moved; The Fallen Feather Saint Son

The status of the Fallen Feather Clan in the Yinming Domain goes without saying.

They are the undisputed emperors of the Yinming Domain.

The Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Clan is the domain's ruler, a supreme sovereign.

Almost no force in the Yinming Domain dares provoke the Fallen Feather Clan.

But Jun Xiaoyao did exactly that.

And he wasn't part of any faction—he stood alone.

Worse still, he wasn't even a native of Burial Soil; he was an outsider.

Jun Xiaoyao's attitude made the natives of Burial Soil feel as if an ant had wandered into a dragon's territory and ordered the dragon to come and die.

It was utterly unbelievable.

"This outsider human isn't insane—he must have immense confidence."

"Confidence? What confidence could he have? Even if he's an heir of an immortal realm's immortal faction, he's still no match for the Fallen Feather Clan—and he's on their home turf."

The natives of Burial Soil around Baiwang City were in heated debate.

But one thing was universally agreed upon:

Jun Xiaoyao was undoubtedly a top-tier prodigy from beyond, possibly here to disrupt Burial Soil.

As for just how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, no one had a clear idea.

"Do you think he can match the Fallen Feather Saint Son?"

"Unclear, but at least he should be able to stand against him."

Jun Xiaoyao glanced around; the natives of Burial Soil instinctively averted their eyes when meeting his gaze.

Unconsciously, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to be already building his prestige.

"Could it be that after becoming invincible among the young generation of the Huangtian Immortal Realm, I'll sweep through Burial Soil too? That would be too boring," Jun Xiaoyao suddenly thought.

He was growing tired of the feeling of invincibility.

Invincibility is lonely.

He needed true opponents to spark his interest.

Jun Xiaoyao came to Burial Soil not only to help Jiang Daoxu find the Nine Marvelous Reincarnation Immortal Grass, but also for another reason.

He wanted to see the strength of Burial Soil's prodigies.

So far, he was somewhat disappointed.

Aside from slightly higher realms, they were no different from the prodigies of the Immortal Realm.

"Fallen Feather Saint Son, I hope you can give me some amusement," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

"Young Master is so handsome, Sister—I think Little Xue might be falling for him, what should I do?"

Below, Cang Xue tilted her small head, gazing at Jun Xiaoyao standing atop the heavens, her eyes sparkling with wonder and adoration.

Jun Xiaoyao possessed peerless looks, a mysterious origin, and immense strength—and he had even gifted her three Yin-Yang Divine Fruits, saving her life.

He was the very template of a domineering CEO and a prince on a white horse—who wouldn't fall for him?

"It's not just you who likes him," Cang Yue sighed, her eyes also flickering with a hint of admiration.

"Sister, I don't mind sharing him—why don't we both serve Young Master together?" Cang Xue blurted out.

"Ah, it's not about us—it's impossible," Cang Yue gently stroked Cang Xue's head.

She saw further than Cang Xue did.

A prodigy like Jun Xiaoyao must have an astonishing origin and an exalted status.

How could they, two sisters, ever hope to possess him?

Besides, they were natives of Burial Soil—there was no chance he would ever notice them.

From start to finish, they were merely bystanders.

Hearing Cang Yue's sigh, Cang Xue grew disheartened.

Compared to them, Cang family's patriarch and others were far more worried about what to do if the Fallen Feather Clan attacked.

"Cang family patriarch, your choice was wise," Jun Xiaoyao said, his gaze deep as he glanced at the patriarch.

The patriarch's heart lurched—he felt as if this human youth had seen straight through him.

"This boy anticipated that our Cang family might capture him and hand him over to the Fallen Feather Clan, yet he showed not the slightest hesitation—he truly has confidence," the patriarch thought.

Now he realized how wise his ancestor's decision had been.

Jun Xiaoyao had indeed foreseen that the Cang family might, out of fear of the Fallen Feather Clan, turn on him.

If such a thing had happened, Jun Xiaoyao would not have held back.

But to Jun Xiaoyao's surprise, the Cang family had restrained themselves and did not attack.

"Looks like the Cang family has some smart people," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

The Cang family patriarch looked slightly embarrassed, since his earlier intentions had been exposed.

Still, he warned: "Young man, think carefully—you're facing the Fallen Feather Clan. Your backer may be powerful, but this is Burial Soil."

The patriarch's implication was:

Even if Jun Xiaoyao's faction was mighty, the emperor's reach was long, and his hand could not extend to the ancient Burial Soil.

"No need for you to worry, Master Cang—it won't drag your family into this," Jun Xiaoyao waved dismissively.

"Young man, you speak too modestly," the patriarch chuckled awkwardly.

Then Jun Xiaoyao returned to his quarters, waiting for the Fallen Feather Saint Son's arrival.

Meanwhile, the panicked She Ji had returned to the Fallen Feather Clan's base.

The Fallen Feather Clan's base lay at the very center of the Yinming Domain, its influence radiating across the entire domain.

At this moment, within the base, a mountain ridge was shrouded in black mist.

Upon the ridge, a figure sat cross-legged atop an endless pile of bleached bones, feeding on death energy and vengeful spirits for cultivation.

He was a young man of striking beauty, with pale skin.

Dressed in a black feather robe, he bore a pair of gray wings on his back, exuding an aura of death.

This young man was none other than the Fallen Feather Clan's strongest prodigy—and one of the Ten Young Kings: the Fallen Feather Saint Son!

"The Ten Kings Banquet is about to begin—I must obtain the Yin-Yang Divine Fruits to transform my death energy into vitality."

"The Ninth Princess Langhuan of the Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom—I will conquer you, Saint Son!" The Fallen Feather Saint Son's eyes blazed with possessive hunger.

The Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom was a top-tier Burial Soil force, rivaling the Fallen Feather Clan in depth, located in the Xiu Luo Domain.

The Ninth Princess Langhuan was the strongest female prodigy of the Xiu Luo Demon Kingdom and one of the most beautiful women across all ten domains of the Ancient Burial Soil.

Not only that—her strength was terrifying, ranked second among the Ten Young Kings, just behind the ancient, incomplete Dominant Body that crawled out of the Abyss from the Mingwangdian.

Thinking of that ancient, incomplete Dominant Body, the Fallen Feather Saint Son could not help but show a flicker of fear.

"That ancient, incomplete Dominant Body is truly monstrous—rumor says he rivals the peak human body type, the Huaguang Sacred Body," the Fallen Feather Saint Son murmured.

The Cangtian Dominant Body and the Huaguang Sacred Body had been rivals since ancient times, always being compared.

The Cangtian Dominant Body of the Mingwangdian, though incomplete, remained overwhelmingly powerful, firmly holding the number-one spot among the Ten Young Kings.

The Fallen Feather Saint Son never dreamed of challenging that ancient Dominant Body.

He only hoped to catch up to the Ninth Princess of the Demon Kingdom.

As the Fallen Feather Saint Son pondered,

a panicked figure streaked across the distant sky—it was the fleeing She Ji.

"Master, disaster!" She Ji's face was deathly pale, trembling as if she had witnessed some unspeakable horror, her pupils still filled with panic.

"Why are you alone? Where are Hei Yi Mo Bao and the others? And where is that insolent outsider human?" the Fallen Feather Saint Son frowned.

"They're all dead… and that outsider human… he said… he said…" She Ji stammered.

"Said what?" The Fallen Feather Saint Son's brows rose—he hadn't expected his two followers to perish.

"He told you to go kneel before him and surrender your life," She Ji whispered, trembling.

As her words fell, the Fallen Feather Saint Son's aura erupted violently, his wings spreading wide and unleashing a cataclysmic storm.

"That human is asking for death!" the Fallen Feather Saint Son hissed coldly.