Chapter 41

Jun Xiaoyao’s tenth birthday banquet ended amid a series of shocking upheavals.

As they left the Jun family, the leaders, elders, and young prodigies from all major factions still wore expressions of awe and astonishment.

In their eyes, what they had witnessed at the Jun family was nothing short of soul-shaking.

Especially the Jun family’s divine child—he seemed like a young emperor, radiating an invincible aura.

Whether it was the Star King Body of the Ye family or the dragon prince of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, all were as soft as ripe persimmons in his hands, easily squeezed and twisted.

When compared to the Jun family’s divine child, many young prodigies could only sigh helplessly, consumed by despair.

With the Ancient Holy Body and the Supreme Bone, Jun Xiaoyao’s talent could no longer be called monstrous—it was the very form of a born emperor.

With Jun Xiaoyao alive, where is there room for anyone else this lifetime?

Even some elder figures sighed, wondering if, at his current cultivation pace, he would surpass them all within a few years.

Of course, beyond Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also performed remarkably, effortlessly slaying heavenly prodigies of the Ancient Royal Clans.

Most shocking of all, naturally, was the Jun family’s Eighteenth Ancestor—who never once showed his face.

An ancestor-level figure buried in the Jun ancestral shrine for countless years.

Three swords slew a quasi-supreme of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, leaving everyone utterly stunned.

All knew that after this tenth birthday banquet, the once-peaceful Huangtian Immortal Realm would soon erupt into turmoil.

Not long after the Jun family banquet ended.

Far away in Hongzhou, within the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s stronghold, a roar of dragon fury echoed, shaking heaven and earth, shaking stars from the sky.

All life in Hongzhou felt as if a cataclysmic, cosmic wrath had descended.

“Is it the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s supreme supreme who is enraged? Why?” asked a Hongzhou inhabitant, pale-faced.

News of the Jun family banquet had not yet spread, so they knew nothing of the incident.

Within the Ancestral Dragon Nest, numerous powerful spiritual senses exchanged thoughts.

“Calm your thunder, your rage serves no purpose—do you plan to storm the Jun family?”

“That little brat of the Jun family dared kill my lineage’s dragon prince—he must be exterminated!”

“And that Jun Eighteen—he truly dared kill You Long. Does he have no fear of the Ancestral Dragon Nest at all?”

The voice of fury spoke coldly again.

“Jun Eighteen is a madman—killing him is too difficult…”

“Should we inform Ao Tian?” another Ancestral Dragon Nest elder transmitted a spiritual thought.

“No. Long Ao is in seclusion, refining his fifth dragon essence. When he completes the seven dragon essences, combined with the Emperor Dragon blood, he will crush the entire younger generation of the immortal realm—even the Jun family’s divine child can be slain with a flick of his wrist!”

“Good. I await the day Long Ao slays the Jun family’s divine child!”

“And the Jun family—they will pay with blood for this debt!”

…

Elsewhere, through empty space, a divine bird pulled a palanquin carriage.

Inside the carriage, a youth in blue robes, with sword-like brows and starlit eyes, slowly awoke.

It was Ye Xingyun.

“Ow… so painful…”

As Ye Xingyun moved, his body felt as if it would fall apart, his face turning pale from agony.

“Young master, you’re awake,” said Fu Bo beside him.

“Where am I…?” Ye Xingyun stared blankly for a moment, then finally recalled every detail of the banquet.

A deep sense of humiliation spread through his heart.

As the heavenly prodigy of the Ancient Ye family, when had Ye Xingyun ever suffered such humiliation?

Especially not in front of his goddess.

“Jun Xiaoyao…” Ye Xingyun clenched his teeth, fists tightening until his knuckles turned white.

“Young master, don’t provoke the Jun family’s divine child. I’ve received word—he doesn’t just possess the Ancient Holy Body; he was born with a Supreme Bone, and even the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s dragon prince fell easily to him,” Fu Bo sighed.

“What? Is that even possible!?” Ye Xingyun froze, unable to believe his ears.

During his battle with Jun Xiaoyao, the latter had concealed his strength—even the Supreme Bone had not been unleashed.

Ye Xingyun felt even greater humiliation—Jun Xiaoyao had never regarded him as worthy of notice.

“Damn it…” Ye Xingyun seethed with rage and shame.

Suddenly, a hazy memory flashed through his mind.

He seemed to see a magnificent star palace, and a towering figure draped in sun, moon, and stars, standing with his back turned.

“What was that? A dream—or…?” Ye Xingyun murmured inwardly.

He knew the world held certain sages and emperors reborn.

Those reborn prodigies were the true god-talents, their vision and cultivation far surpassing ordinary heavenly prodigies.

For instance, their Ancient Ye family’s forbidden prodigy, Ye Guchen, was rumored to be the reincarnation of the Ancient Sword Demon, Du Gu Wu Bai.

That sword demon, according to history, had slain a quasi-emperor with his Sword of Emperor-Slaying—frighteningly powerful.

“Could I, like Ye Guchen, be the reincarnation of some supreme being? And that star palace… is it a legacy left for me?” Ye Xingyun thought.

This possibility was very real.

As time passed, more of his memories would awaken; perhaps he could one day find that star palace and inherit the full legacy of that supreme being.

“Jun Xiaoyao, fortune turns. When I awaken my memories, I will rise powerfully.”

“And Luoli—I’ll make you see who truly deserves you!”

Ye Xingyun regained his spirit—he felt he was about to take flight!

…

Meanwhile, at the Jun family.

After the banquet, Jun Xiaoyao was being relentlessly pursued by Jiang Luoli.

She should have returned to the Jiang family, yet she stubbornly refused to leave.

The girl Ye Xingyun had dreamed of possessing had become, for Jun Xiaoyao, a clingy patch of dog skin.

“Xiaoyao brother, do you need a servant to pour tea and fetch water?”

“Linglong is already here.”

“Xiaoyao brother, do you need a servant to wash clothes and fold quilts?”

“Linglong is already here.”

“Xiaoyao brother, do you need a servant to warm your bed and attend to you?”

“Linglong… cough—what are you saying?” Jun Xiaoyao coughed awkwardly, thoroughly annoyed.

Eventually, even Jiang Rou began pushing for marriage.

“Mother, Eighteenth Ancestor is waiting for me—I must take my leave,” Jun Xiaoyao, unable to endure the women’s noise, slipped away immediately.

“Hmph, Xiaoyao brother, Luoli won’t give up!” Jiang Luoli clenched her tiny fists, acting like a star-struck fangirl.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao arrived at the deepest ancestral grounds of the Jun family and met the Eighteenth Ancestor.

The Eighteenth Ancestor, clad in gray robes, white-haired, sat cross-legged in empty space.

Around him, terrifying visions manifested: sun and moon revolving, life extinguished, heavens collapsing, rivers of stars reversing.

His aura was so formidable it felt as if he were facing heaven itself.

No wonder he could slay a quasi-supreme with three swords.

Jun Xiaoyao inwardly marveled—the Jun family’s ancestors were no ordinary beings.

And if the Eighteenth Ancestor was this powerful, the Jun family apparently had seventeen others just like him!

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, the Eighteenth Ancestor’s aged face broke into a rare smile.

“Excellent!” said the Eighteenth Ancestor.

Clearly praising Jun Xiaoyao’s performance at the tenth birthday banquet.

Defeating Ye Xingyun was one thing, but tearing apart the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s dragon prince was a true honor for the Jun family.

“May I ask, Elder, why did you summon me?” Jun Xiaoyao bowed slightly, calm and composed.

Even some clan elders would tremble and be stiffly cautious before the Eighteenth Ancestor.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained unruffled, utterly at ease.

This only made the Eighteenth Ancestor more satisfied.

The Ancient Holy Body and Supreme Bone—his talent was unquestionable.

But even rarer was his composure and calmness—he didn’t act like a ten-year-old boy at all.

“Don’t you want to learn the Sword of Massacre?” the Eighteenth Ancestor smiled faintly.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes lit up.