Chapter 47

Jun Xiaoyao, though walking the world for the first time.

Yet his name had long spread throughout the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm.

Almost no one was unaware of him.

Yet while many knew of Jun Xiaoyao’s name, very few had actually seen him.

Under such curiosity, Jun Xiaoyao grew even more mysterious, stirring great anticipation.

“I never expected the elder of the Jun clan to come in person—it truly brings honor to our Daoji Tianzong.” The old Daoist bowed with a smile.

“Hah, old Daoist, you flatter me.” Jun Zhantian stepped forward, treading empty air as he let out a loud laugh.

“By the way, that Divine Son…” The old Daoist’s gaze swept across the crowd.

To be honest, few young talents had left a deep impression on him.

Jun Xiaoyao was undoubtedly the most unforgettable.

“Heh, I never imagined the elder would remember me—it’s an honor I never expected.”

From the carriage drawn by nine white jade dragon horses, Jun Linglong lifted the pearl curtain with a slender hand, and Jun Xiaoyao stepped out calmly.

Dressed in snow-white robes, his figure tall and elegant, like a breeze through slender bamboo, his aura was exceptional.

His skin glowed like flawless jade, each strand of hair radiated light, and a hazy veil of immortal aura enveloped his entire body.

His peerlessly divine and beautiful face was likewise shrouded in faint, elusive immortal radiance.

This was not Jun Xiaoyao deliberately concealing himself—it was his innate constitution, combined with his Supreme Bone, that naturally wrapped him in Daoic resonance, born with immortal light clinging to him.

“My heavens, is that the Jun clan’s Divine Son?”

“What kind of godly face is this? I’m in love!”

“I’m dead!”

The moment Jun Xiaoyao appeared, the entire Nantian City erupted!

Not just the female cultivators of the human race—all female beings now fixed their gazes on Jun Xiaoyao like iron drawn to a magnet.

Even some male cultivators were momentarily stunned.

“Heaven, why must I see the face of the Jun clan’s Divine Son? Now, how could any other man ever meet my eyes again?”

A heavenly prodigy from a top-tier Dao sect gazed upward, her beautiful eyes glazed, deeply troubled.

Meanwhile, the Holy Sect’s Holy Maiden gently tied up her long hair, murmuring to herself.

“For this life, I shall keep my hair long for him—if I do not marry him, I shall never cut it, and spend my days before a solitary lamp and ancient Buddha, remaining unmarried in my chamber…”

Such scenes played out in every corner of Nantian City.

One could say Jun Xiaoyao’s appearance had nearly sent these female cultivators into…

Ecstasy.

Even the males felt no trace of jealousy, for the gap was simply too vast.

Jun Xiaoyao—in status, position, appearance, strength—

Each and every one left them utterly out of reach.

Jun Xiaoyao cast a casual glance downward.

These female cultivators reminded him of the mindless fangirls from his past life.

Though his face was veiled in immortal radiance, even a blurred glimpse was breathtakingly handsome, enough to leave these women dizzy and disoriented.

“Heh, Divine Son, you’re too kind. Old man has already prepared lodging—please, this way…”

The old Daoist bowed slightly.

Then, under the old Daoist’s guidance, Jun Xiaoyao and the others departed.

The entire Nantian City erupted into endless clamor.

It was easy to imagine: the appearance of the Jun clan’s Divine Son carried far greater influence than any other sect’s prodigy.

Meanwhile, within a courtyard in Nantian City,

A young man clad in silver battle armor sat cross-legged.

His face was square and rugged, scarred with intersecting marks, adding a chilling, piercing aura.

Around him, lightning crackled; countless thunder runes materialized in the air, radiating overwhelming destructive energy.

This man was none other than Jun Wanjie, fifth in the Jun clan’s sequence.

Before him, a follower shrouded in black mist reported the situation.

“They’ve arrived, then?” Jun Wanjie’s eyes swirled with thunderous tribulations.

And carried a cold edge.

He had arrived in Nantian City ahead of time, met only by a few Daoji Tianzong disciples.

Now, with Jun Xiaoyao’s arrival, the entire Daoji Tianzong had mobilized—all disciples and elders appeared.

Even the old Daoist, higher in status than the sect master, had come out to greet them.

This differential treatment was too obvious.

Though there was some respect shown to Jun Zhantian and the other clan elders,

Jun Wanjie knew the real reason was Jun Xiaoyao.

In the eyes of Daoji Tianzong’s people, his own importance paled far beside Jun Xiaoyao’s.

The follower shrouded in black mist also fumed: “Those Daoji Tianzong fools are blind! How can a greenhorn compare to Lord Wanjie?”

This follower was a prodigy Jun Wanjie had subdued from outside, named Heitu, from the Black Cloud Clan.

Legend said his ancestors had cultivated from a black cloud, achieving the supreme pinnacle.

“No one is born above others—not even Jun Xiaoyao!”

“I will prove to the Jun clan—he is unworthy of the Zero Sequence position!” Jun Wanjie said coldly.

He had endured countless hardships, suffered endless injuries and pain, just to earn the Fifth Sequence position.

Jun Xiaoyao had received the Zero Sequence position as if it were nothing.

Anyone in his place would have snapped.

Jun Wanjie admitted to himself he had been remarkably restrained.

“Ah, my lord has suffered so much injustice…”

Heitu thought bitterly, resenting the unfairness toward Jun Wanjie.

…

Several days passed, and Jun Xiaoyao had settled in Nantian City.

Though the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury had shown signs, it would still take several days before its true emergence.

During these days, Jun Zhantian departed to negotiate with leaders of other immortal sects.

They wished to unite and turn the entire Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury into a training ground for their young disciples.

No elder cultivators would be permitted to enter.

Jun Xiaoyao, with nothing to do, rested leisurely in his quarters.

Jun Linglong smiled faintly: “Young Master, I heard Nanyuandaozhou has a local specialty—Qingxin Lingcha tea. Let me go buy some for you.”

Jun Linglong was intelligent and considerate.

She knew Jun Xiaoyao enjoyed tea and had specifically inquired about this local specialty.

“Mm, you’re thoughtful, Linglong. Whoever marries you will be truly lucky.” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled casually.

Jun Linglong’s cheeks flushed slightly; she gave Jun Xiaoyao a sultry, teasing glance.

She had long resolved to follow Jun Xiaoyao for life as his maid.

How could she ever marry another?

As for Jun Xiaoyao marrying her?

Jun Linglong had self-awareness—just being allowed to stay by his side as a maid was more than enough.

She would never make such an unreasonable request herself.

Of course, if Jun Xiaoyao wished it, she would gladly accept.

As for the ten-year age gap, to cultivators, it was negligible.

Soon, Jun Linglong stepped out and arrived at a market in Nantian City.

Very quickly, she found Qingxin Lingcha tea aged ten thousand years.

Just as she prepared to purchase it,

A young figure shrouded in black mist appeared, his voice cold and tinged with mockery.

“Apologies, I’ll take this Qingxin Lingcha.”