Chapter 49

Not long after, Jun Linglong and Jun Zhangjian returned to where Jun Xiaoyao was.

“Young Master, the Qingxin Lingcha tea has been bought back,” Jun Linglong said, a faint smile appearing on her pale jade face.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, then noticed the unusual state of Jun Linglong and Jun Zhangjian.

He furrowed his brow and rose to walk before Jun Linglong.

“Young Master?” Jun Linglong froze, visibly uneasy.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and gently wiped away a faint streak of blood at the corner of her lips.

Such an intimate gesture made Jun Linglong’s face instantly flush red.

“What happened?”

Jun Xiaoyao asked, his tone calm.

He did not particularly love Jun Linglong.

At least, she was someone by his side.

To strike at Jun Linglong was to challenge him.

“Forgive me, Divine Son, I could not block Jun Wanjie,” Jun Zhangjian said, voice heavy with guilt.

“Explain clearly,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Jun Zhangjian then recounted everything that had happened earlier to Jun Xiaoyao.

“Injured and still thinking of buying me tea? Are you foolish?” Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

“If Young Master wants to drink, Linglong must bring it.”

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s words, which carried a hint of indulgence, Jun Linglong’s heart felt as sweet as honey.

“Let’s go,” Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve and said, hands behind his back.

“Where to?” Jun Zhangjian asked instinctively.

“Of course to find Jun Wanjie,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

But that smile carried a chill.

What nonsense about a gentleman seeking revenge after ten years.

What nonsense about all being Jun family, putting the greater good first—it doesn’t exist.

Revenge is never delayed overnight.

Since Jun Wanjie provoked him, Jun Xiaoyao had no reason to spare his face.

On the other side, at Jun Wanjie’s location.

Hei Tu’s face showed a trace of resentment: “Lord, your strength is so great—why not directly subdue Jun Xiaoyao?”

Having just witnessed Jun Wanjie’s imposing strike, Hei Tu worshipped him utterly.

He also believed Jun Wanjie could certainly defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Wanjie shook his head slightly: “First, Jun Xiaoyao possesses the Ancient Holy Body and Supreme Bone—his strength is not weak.”

“If not for my advantage in age and realm, I might not have been able to handle him.”

“Second, the Yuan Tian Supreme Treasury is about to open. If I waste energy fighting Jun Xiaoyao, it will affect my state and may draw criticism from the clan elders.”

It has to be said that Jun Wanjie, who rose from the lower rungs of the collateral line, was no fool.

On the contrary, he was shrewd.

Earlier, he had merely struck down Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong, aiming to slightly suppress Jun Xiaoyao’s momentum.

It was a measured move, perfectly balanced.

This way, his goal was achieved, he avoided blame from the elders, and his participation in the Treasury contest remained unaffected.

“Lord truly plans with masterful strategy—this never occurred to me,” Hei Tu exclaimed, even more awed.

“And I guarantee Jun Xiaoyao will hold back for now—he won’t dare act against me until after the Treasury affair.”

Jun Wanjie’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Yet the moment he finished speaking—

Outside the pavilion where he stood, a violent tremor erupted.

“What’s going on?”

As Jun Wanjie hesitated, a sealing mark fell from the heavens like a falling meteor.

“It’s the Renwang Seal!”

Jun Wanjie’s face changed instantly; he dashed out in a flash.

Hei Tu’s face turned ashen, transforming into a wisp of black smoke as he fled.

BOOM!

The earth and sky trembled!

Jun Wanjie’s pavilion vanished into nothingness, leaving behind a massive crater, with thick cracks spreading outward.

This commotion drew countless eyes from all around.

“What happened? Did someone attack?”

“It seems trouble erupted on the Fifth Sequence of the Jun Clan—my heavens, someone leveled Jun Wanjie’s residence!?”

The entire Southern Heaven City erupted in chaos!

Remember, this was the residence of the Jun Clan’s Fifth Sequence.

Not only was it unthinkable to level it—merely passing by required hushed tones.

“Look! That figure—could it be the Jun Clan’s Divine Son!” a cultivator cried, pointing upward.

Above the heavens, four figures stood.

Jun Linglong, Jun Xuehuang, and Jun Zhangjian stood slightly behind.

Jun Xiaoyao stood at the very front.

One hand behind his back, the other still in the final gesture of unsealing the mark.

Clearly, that Renwang Seal had been cast by him.

“Jun… Xia…oyao!”

A cold roar echoed, accompanied by billions of lightning bolts spreading outward.

With a thunderous crash, a figure wreathed in lightning surged upward—it was Jun Wanjie!

His gaze locked onto Jun Xiaoyao, his eyes swirling like twin thunder pools, lightning flashing ceaselessly.

He never expected Jun Xiaoyao to be so decisive.

Just moments ago, he had declared Jun Xiaoyao would not dare act until after the Treasury.

And now, he was immediately humiliated.

Beside him, Hei Tu also appeared, his eyes filled with dread as he stared at Jun Xiaoyao.

He had only heard of Jun Xiaoyao’s name, never seen him.

This was his first time.

But the impression was unforgettable.

After all, their residence had been erased in a single blow by Jun Xiaoyao.

“Jun Xiaoyao, what do you mean by this?” Jun Wanjie forced down his fury, speaking coldly.

“Who gave you the audacity to strike at my people?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s tone was calm, yet brimming with authority.

Jun Linglong’s heart pounded wildly.

Many female cultivators watching nearby were stirred deeply, longing to take Jun Linglong’s place.

“I merely gave a slight warning—didn’t even truly harm them. Is your Divine Son’s tolerance this small?” Jun Wanjie’s voice turned icy.

“Hmm, you’re right. My tolerance is indeed small. If that’s the case…”

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Hei Tu.

Hei Tu’s heart plunged into an icy abyss, sinking to its lowest point.

“You started this, didn’t you? A follower as brainless as you—better dead.”

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he raised his hand.

Vast golden magic power erupted like a volcano, coalescing into a massive golden rune hand.

It reached down like Mount Wuzhi falling, crushing with overwhelming pressure.

“No! How is this possible!” Hei Tu’s soul nearly fled his body.

This was his first time facing Jun Xiaoyao—he had no idea Jun Xiaoyao’s might was this terrifying!

It was like facing a juvenile Great Emperor.

“Enough! Stop!”

Jun Wanjie also raised his hand; lightning divine light intertwined into a massive thunderous hand, attempting to intercept Jun Xiaoyao.

“The Divine Son wishes to kill—can you stop me?” Jun Xiaoyao sighed, shaking his head.

His other hand shot out; dragon qi exploded, forming a golden dragon claw that clashed with Jun Wanjie’s technique.

It was the Jie Long Hand, refined from Long Hao’s Dragon Essence.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao continued pressing down on Hei Tu.

Hei Tu gritted his teeth and activated the Black Cloud Clan’s unique technique, turning his body into mist.

The golden rune hand shattered the mist—but failed to kill him.

“Heh, what a Zero Sequence—no better than this. Can’t even kill me, how can you compete with Lord?”

The black soil reformed its form, its face pale, still trembling with fear, yet a sigh of relief escaped its heart.

It seemed that for now, Jun Xiaoyao could not harm him.

“Is he truly brainless?” Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, as if watching a clown.

He raised his hand once more, activating the Divine Elephant’s Crushing Hell Force.

A pitch-black hell furnace descended directly from the heavens, like a furnace refining gods and demons, unleashing endless suction.

“No, what is this!?” The black soil’s soul nearly fled in terror, frantically activating Qi Transformation into Mist once more.

But all the black mist was instantly absorbed and refined by the hell furnace.

From within it came the black soil’s piercing screams.

Moments later, the screams abruptly ceased…