Chapter 327

The Fallen Feather Holy Son is a being of immense stature—the strongest prodigy of the Fallen Feather Clan, one of the Ten Minor Kings, and the undisputed number one among the younger generation of the Yinming Domain.

His clan, the Fallen Feather Clan, is the ruler of the Yinming Domain.

From the moment he gained consciousness until now, he has always been above all others, succeeding in everything he does, with no one daring to defy him.

But now, there is an outsider human who dares to defy him again and again.

He has even ordered him to kneel and accept death.

How could the Fallen Feather Holy Son remain calm?

"Do all outsiders truly enjoy courting death?" the Fallen Feather Holy Son's gaze turned dark as water.

"Master's strength is unquestionably unmatched among the younger generation—killing an outsider human would be child's play," said She Ji, her face pale as she flattered him.

She truly wanted him to depart immediately.

Otherwise, once the three days passed, she would lose her life.

"Hah, I originally only intended to kill that human and feast on his flesh—but now I've decided I'll eat him alive, bite by bite, and drink his blood drop by drop!"

Such cruel words came naturally from the Fallen Feather Holy Son's lips.

Clearly, he had done this more than once.

"Master, shall we depart?" asked She Ji.

"Of course. By the way, go fetch the two elders, Blood Ling and Heaven You." The Fallen Feather Holy Son's eyes flashed as he spoke.

Though his temperament was eccentric and violent, he was not foolish.

He feared that if the Cang Clan suddenly intervened to protect the outsider and let him escape, all his efforts would be in vain.

Upon hearing this, She Ji was stunned.

Blood Ling and Heaven You were both sages of the Fallen Feather Clan.

To deal with a mere Divine Flame Realm outsider, they needed to summon two sages.

This left Jun Xiaoyao not a single inch of room to survive or flee.

"Now, that outsider has no chance of escape," She Ji sighed inwardly.

To be honest, she felt a faint pang of regret.

After all, he had such a handsome face—it was a pity to see him die.

Just as the Fallen Feather Holy Son and his party prepared to depart,

the entire Yinming Domain was stirred into turmoil by this incident.

The once obscure White Watch City had suddenly become the center of the entire Yinming Domain.

Numerous beings from the Burial Lands stirred and rushed toward White Watch City.

This was a rare spectacle, a feast of gossip once in a hundred years—missing it would be a tragedy.

Also unable to remain still were the Iron Bone Clan, the Green Ghost Clan, and the Gongming Family.

Their prodigies had all been wiped out by Jun Xiaoyao at the Yin-Yang Soul Pond.

In terms of hatred toward Jun Xiaoyao, they were no less than the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

"Let's go—head to White Watch City. I want to watch that outsider die with my own eyes!"

From Iron Bone Ridge, where the Iron Bone Clan resided, a surge of energy rose as a group of their elders took to the sky.

The Green Ghost Clan also dispatched many powerful figures.

Their deployment of so many strong beings clearly wasn't merely for entertainment.

Would the Fallen Feather Holy Son turn his wrath upon the Cang Clan?

If he did, and the Cang Clan fell, wouldn't all their resources become a tempting prize?

Thus, the Iron Bone Clan and the Green Ghost Clan sent so many warriors partly to take advantage of the chaos.

The Gongming Family shared the same thought.

At this moment, the Gongming Family had dispatched the vast majority of its strongest members.

One figure resembling a middle-aged man spoke with icy coldness: "The Cang Clan has fought us long enough—it's time for their downfall. This is the perfect opportunity!"

The three factions moved simultaneously toward White Watch City.

In an instant, the Yinming Domain churned with waves and hidden currents.

Yet at the very eye of the storm, Jun Xiaoyao remained within the Cang Clan, calmly awaiting the Fallen Feather Holy Son's arrival.

He paid no heed to the turmoil outside.

The Cang Clan, however, was filled with unease.

Yet under the management of the Cang Clan's Ancestor and the Clan Lord, chaos was kept in check.

The Cang Clan Ancestor firmly believed Jun Xiaoyao's background was terrifying beyond measure—even the Fallen Feather Clan dared not provoke him.

Inside a grand hall, Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged, his aura calm and relaxed.

"Pity there's no hot spring here," Jun Xiaoyao murmured, slightly disappointed.

It was his favorite way to relax.

The only person who could still think of soaking in a hot spring while the Fallen Feather Clan was about to launch a brutal assault was Jun Xiaoyao alone.

At that moment, a knock came at the door.

"Young Master…"

It was Cang Yue and Cang Xue's voices.

"Come in," said Jun Xiaoyao.

The two sisters entered, and Jun Xiaoyao lifted his gaze—his eyes flickered.

The sisters had clearly dressed up: their porcelain-white skin was lightly rouged, enhancing their delicate, radiant beauty.

They wore new robes of sheer gauze, revealing glimpses of flawless, snow-white skin beneath.

"Young Master, I'm sorry," said the younger sister, Cang Xue, first.

"Oh? Why?" asked Jun Xiaoyao.

"You've helped us so much, yet our Cang Clan once plotted against you," Cang Xue said, her voice heavy with guilt.

She referred to the Cang Clan's earlier plan to capture Jun Xiaoyao and hand him over to the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

"Hah… it didn't happen, did it?" Jun Xiaoyao said dismissively.

"Still, our Cang Clan wronged you," added Cang Yue.

The two sisters stepped closer to Jun Xiaoyao, their eyes glistening with shy, faintly suggestive warmth.

"Young Master, to make amends, we sisters will do anything you ask," Cang Yue whispered, her breath sweet as orchids.

Any man would understand—no further explanation needed.

And these two sisters were indeed exceedingly alluring.

Especially now, in this posture, utterly at his mercy.

Yes.

Utterly at the mercy of "Jun."

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's gaze remained as calm as still water.

"You are my friends," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

This was already polite and tactful enough.

Strictly speaking, these two sisters had no right to even be his friends.

They were merely strangers who crossed paths.

Cang Yue bit her lip, feeling a pang of sorrow—though she had expected this, his actual rejection still hurt.

Cang Xue couldn't hold back; a tear glistened in her eye.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao was perfect in her eyes.

One encounter with Xiaoyao, and a lifetime of regret!

"Young Master, we understand," Cang Yue whispered softly. "But… may we ask your name?"

Until now, they still did not know Jun Xiaoyao's name.

"My surname is Jun, my given name is Xiaoyao," said Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Young Master… indeed, your name suits you," the sisters murmured.

Jun Xiaoyao exuded celestial grace, like a celestial immortal descended from heaven—truly the embodiment of a transcendent being who roamed freely through heaven and earth.

Then, as if remembering something, Cang Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly widened in profound shock.

"Young Master Jun… may I ask… are you from the Jun Clan?"

Cang Yue's words made Jun Xiaoyao's eyebrows lift slightly.

Was the Jun Clan so famous in the Ancient Burial Lands?

"If you mean the Ancient Primordial Jun Clan, then yes," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

"It's true…" Cang Yue and Cang Xue both drew in a sharp breath.

"Why are you reacting like this?" Jun Xiaoyao frowned, puzzled.

The Jun Clan may be renowned across the Immortal Domain, but surely not to this extent in the Ancient Burial Lands?

"Cang Yue recalls that over a decade ago, an unimaginably terrifying being forcibly entered the Burial Lands, slaying several Burial Sovereigns, and finally penetrating deep into the legendary depths of the Burial Realm."

"I once heard a secret rumor—that this unimaginably terrifying being… bore the surname Jun!"