Chapter 48

“Hm?”

Jun Linglong furrowed her delicate brows and turned her beautiful eyes toward him.

She was, after all, a noble daughter of the Jun family; though her fame didn’t rival Jun Xiaoyao’s or the Top Ten Sequences’, she still carried a modest reputation.

Few dared to target her.

The young figure shrouded in black mist was none other than Jun Wanjie’s follower—the Black Cloud Clan’s prodigy, Heitu.

“You’re… from the Black Cloud Clan?” Jun Linglong frowned.

Possessing the Seven-Holed Linglong Heart, she was widely learned and recognized Heitu as a Black Cloud Clan member at a glance.

Yet she hadn’t known he was Jun Wanjie’s follower.

After all, Jun Linglong never paid attention to Jun Wanjie.

"I'm taking this Qingxin Lingcha tea. Do you have a problem?" Heitu glared at Jun Linglong with defiance.

Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes shimmered.

She realized now this wasn’t coincidence.

This Black Cloud Clan prodigy had deliberately provoked her.

“Do you know who I am?” Jun Linglong said coolly, radiating noble arrogance.

Only before Jun Xiaoyao did she act as a dutiful, obedient maid.

Before all others, she was the lofty noble daughter of the Jun family.

“I’m merely a follower of Lord Wanjie—how could I not know the name of Lady Linglong?” Heitu shrugged, smirking.

“So that’s it,” Jun Linglong said, instantly understanding.

No wonder this Black Cloud Clan prodigy felt so bold, even daring to provoke her.

He was backed by the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie.

In that case, Heitu had no reason to fear her.

“This tea is for the Divine Son. Do you dare obstruct it?” Jun Linglong’s tone was icy.

“Apologies, but my lord also wishes to drink tea. And don’t use the Divine Son as a shield—my lord is no weaker than him!” Heitu replied coldly.

At that moment, a blade of light suddenly shot from afar toward Heitu.

A cold rebuke echoed: “Where did this blind fool come from? Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of Jun Wanjie!”

Feeling the blade’s aura, Heitu’s face changed instantly.

His body dissolved into mist, transforming into a swirling cloud of black vapor.

The blade pierced the mist and crashed onto the ground behind him.

Heitu reformed, but his face was pale.

Dissolving into mist was the Black Cloud Clan’s innate racial ability.

Yet each use drained immense magic power.

Nearby, a figure emerged, arms cradling a sword—it was the Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian.

He had once sought to become Jun Xiaoyao’s follower but was rejected.

It was indeed inappropriate for a Sequence to become a follower.

Though rejected by Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhangjian had long since embraced the mindset of a follower.

He simply lacked the title.

“Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian—why…?” Heitu’s face was pale, his eyes filled with wariness.

If it were only Jun Linglong, he wouldn’t have feared her.

Jun Linglong was a noble daughter, but she hadn’t reached the level of the Top Ten Sequences.

Yet Jun Zhangjian was a true Sequence.

Though his status and strength fell short of his lord, Jun Wanjie,

a Sequence was still a Sequence—uninsultable!

Heitu was also puzzled: why did Jun Zhangjian seem like Jun Xiaoyao’s follower?

“Who gave you the audacity to provoke someone near the Divine Son? Is it Jun Wanjie?” Jun Zhangjian snapped coldly.

Heitu’s face flushed red and then white.

Facing Jun Zhangjian, he was genuinely uneasy.

Just then,

A cold, icy voice rang from afar.

“Jun Zhangjian, you’re a Sequence—how can you willingly become Jun Xiaoyao’s follower? What charm does he have that makes you all bow to him?”

Upon hearing the voice, Jun Zhangjian’s expression shifted slightly.

It was Jun Wanjie’s voice.

As expected.

A figure wrapped in divine lightning descended from the distant sky—it was Jun Wanjie.

His black hair streamed, his eyes shot three-foot beams of lightning, and thunder runes glowed across his body, making him resemble a Thunder Deity.

“That’s… Jun Wanjie, the Fifth Sequence of the Jun family?”

“What’s happening? Is a conflict about to break out?”

“Over there is Jun Zhangjian, the Tenth Sequence, and Lady Linglong.”

“The Yuan Tian Supreme Treasure hasn’t even opened yet—will the Jun family start fighting among itself?”

Many eyes turned toward them.

“Jun Wanjie, what are you doing?”

Seeing Jun Wanjie’s explosive aura, Jun Zhangjian frowned.

Jun Wanjie’s temper was notoriously cruel and domineering.

He had disciplined not just outsiders, but many of his own Jun family members.

“A Sequence of the Jun family becoming a follower? If you truly accept this, then resign your Sequence title at once!”

With that, Jun Wanjie struck.

As he raised his hand, divine lightning flared into being.

He cultivated the Supreme Art, Tribulation Crossing Technique, and had awakened the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body.

Ranked among the top three hundred of the three thousand body types.

Moreover, this Thunder Tribulation Battle Body was devastating in offense, its destructive power far surpassing Ye Xingyun’s Star King Body.

BOOM!

Jun Wanjie thrust his palm forward—rolling thunder surged like a flood, crashing toward Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong.

“Damn!”

Jun Zhangjian swiftly drew his sword, brilliant blade-light spreading outward.

Jun Linglong also acted.

Yet even their combined defense couldn’t block Jun Wanjie’s attack.

With a thunderous crash, both Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong shuddered, stepping back repeatedly.

Jun Zhangjian fared better—he was the Tenth Sequence; though weaker than Jun Wanjie, the gap wasn’t vast.

Jun Linglong, however, was slightly weaker in cultivation. She retreated dozens of steps, her flawless pale face now tinged with pallor, a faint streak of blood at her lips.

Jun Wanjie glanced over, his expression indifferent: “This is a warning. Tell Jun Xiaoyao to behave more modestly from now on.”

With that, Jun Wanjie turned and left.

After all, both Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong were Jun family members. A slight lesson was enough to curb Jun Xiaoyao’s arrogance.

Jun Wanjie never intended to seriously injure them.

“My lord’s power is truly unmatched under heaven!”

Watching Jun Wanjie effortlessly repel Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong, Heitu’s eyes blazed with worship.

He turned to Jun Linglong, smirking: “Tell your master—my lord is the true pillar and hope of the Jun family’s younger generation!”

With that, Heitu followed Jun Wanjie away.

Jun Linglong spat out another small stream of blood.

“You’re badly injured,” Jun Zhangjian said, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Compared to Jun Wanjie, he was indeed inferior.

“It’s fine—I still need to buy tea for my master,” Jun Linglong hadn’t forgotten her task—she still needed to purchase Qingxin Lingcha for Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Zhangjian watched her, unable to suppress a sigh.

Even now, her thoughts were still on Jun Xiaoyao.

But Jun Zhangjian knew Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t the type to swallow insults.

Whoever harmed those near him—Jun Wanjie would soon have no good outcome to look forward to.