Chapter 51: Jun Wanjie Submits, the Myth of Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, and His Younger Sister

In Nan Tian City, before all cultivators, he was trampled beneath feet.

Anyone else would have shattered; let alone someone as proud and arrogant as Jun Wanjie.

Coupled with Jun Xiaoyao’s words, it was outright soul-destroying—Jun Wanjie felt his Dao heart crumbling inch by inch.

He had endured countless hardships and dangers, climbing step by step to his current position.

Yet one kick, and Jun Xiaoyao had hurled him back down.

The feeling, one can imagine.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you…” Jun Wanjie trembled all over, his mind on the verge of explosion.

“That supreme technique on your body—the Tribulation Crossing Art—actually holds some use for me.”

Saying this, Jun Xiaoyao directly searched Jun Wanjie’s body and retrieved the jade slip inscribed with the Tribulation Crossing Art.

Jun Xiaoyao did not lack supreme techniques, but the Tribulation Crossing Art was tied to heavenly tribulations.

He would yet face the Tribulation of the Ancient Holy Body; with the Tribulation Crossing Art as reference, it would aid him somewhat.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao take the Tribulation Crossing Art, Jun Wanjie’s chest churned with rage, yet he could only stare helplessly.

You’re resentful, aren’t you? Let me think—if I killed you outright, would your clan punish me?

Jun Xiaoyao lowered his gaze slightly, gazing coldly at Jun Wanjie.

His icy words froze Jun Wanjie’s face, which had been filled with resentment and fury.

Jun Xiaoyao actually wanted to kill him!

And upon careful thought, Jun Wanjie wondered: given Jun Xiaoyao’s current status in the Jun Clan, what would happen if he killed him?

The answer was…

Absolutely nothing!

Jun Xiaoyao’s current status and position far surpassed that of a mere Fifth Sequence.

If Jun Xiaoyao killed him, the Jun Clan might issue a hollow reprimand—perhaps even no real punishment at all.

The thought sent a chill through Jun Wanjie’s entire body.

Jun Xiaoyao killing him would bring no punishment.

But his life would be lost for nothing.

Seeing a flicker of panic in Jun Wanjie’s eyes, Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a faint smile.

How many in this world are not afraid of death?

But honestly, unless necessary, Jun Xiaoyao had no desire to kill Jun Wanjie.

It wasn’t that he was soft-hearted.

Rather, as the Jun Clan’s Divine Son and Zero Sequence, casually executing his own sequences would cast too poor an impression.

At least, other clan elders from rival branches and other sequences might harbor grievances.

Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t afraid of trouble, but he was too lazy to deal with it.

Yet he wouldn’t let Jun Wanjie go, leaving a hidden threat.

Thus, the only viable solution was…

“Now, I give you two choices: submit to me, accept the Slave Seal… or…”

“Die!”

Jun Xiaoyao gave Jun Wanjie a choice.

Jun Wanjie’s face turned instantly pale, his teeth clenched tightly.

He knew that even if he died here, no one would avenge him.

But if he submitted to Jun Xiaoyao, his Dao heart would be utterly shattered—he’d become Jun Xiaoyao’s slave forever.

“I have limited patience. I give you three breaths…” Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

Jun Wanjie’s body shook violently; he struggled to rise, then knelt down!

He didn’t want to die!

Because deep within him, one obsession remained unfulfilled.

“Oh? Unexpected…”

Seeing Jun Wanjie kneel before him, Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He had expected Jun Wanjie, given his nature, to die rather than yield.

“Jun Wanjie… submits to Young Master…”

The words tore painfully from his throat.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly; within his mind’s palace, a soul Slave Seal formed.

Jun Wanjie’s mind palace lay open, and the Slave Seal was implanted directly.

With this, Jun Xiaoyao held absolute power over Jun Wanjie’s life and death, with no risk of hidden threats.

Of course, such a Slave Seal required voluntary acceptance—otherwise, it could not be forcibly implanted.

“Your choice surprises this Divine Son,” Jun Xiaoyao said, locking eyes with Jun Wanjie.

Jun Wanjie’s face showed a trace of despair, yet he finally sighed: “Report to Young Master—I have a younger sister, left in the Mortal Realm since childhood. I swore I’d bring her back to the Immortal Realm. So I cannot die…”

Jun Wanjie’s words made Jun Xiaoyao raise an eyebrow slightly.

So this was the trick.

Separated from a younger sister in childhood, then striving to grow stronger to reclaim her.

Jun Xiaoyao knew the entire world was divided into Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

The Nine Heavens referred to the Nine Heavenly Immortal Realms.

Huang Tian Immortal Realm was one of the Nine Heavens.

The Ten Lands referred to ten vast, boundless mortal continents.

Generally, the boundary between the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands was nearly impossible to breach.

To teleport someone to the Mortal Realm required immense cost and was restricted by cultivation level.

No wonder Jun Wanjie was so desperate to cultivate and climb to high rank.

He wanted to descend to the Mortal Realm to find his sister.

“We’ll discuss this later. If this Divine Son ever has the chance to descend to the Mortal Realm, I might as well bring your sister back along the way,” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Since Jun Wanjie was now his servant and posed no threat,

why not offer a sweet incentive?

Hearing this, Jun Wanjie’s previously despondent face froze, then lit up with excitement.

His earlier resentment and hatred dissolved in this moment.

Nothing mattered more than reuniting with his younger sister.

“Thank you, Young Master! Wanjie was blind and overreaching before!” Jun Wanjie bowed his head hard to the ground.

If moments ago he had submitted only under threat of death,

now he submitted wholeheartedly to Jun Xiaoyao.

Watching this scene, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang exchanged glances, both drawing deep breaths.

Jun Wanjie, the most rebellious and tyrannical among the Ten Sequences, had been subdued so easily.

“Young Master’s martial prowess and strategic brilliance are astonishing,” Jun Linglong remarked.

Though she possessed the Seven-Holed Linglong Heart, before Jun Xiaoyao she always felt inadequate.

This internal Jun Clan conflict was thus resolved.

Fifth Sequence Jun Wanjie had fully submitted to Jun Xiaoyao.

Along with Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang,

three of the Ten Sequences had now pledged their loyalty to him.

“Grandfather always worried other sequences would trouble me. Perhaps before long, all Ten Sequences will submit to me?” Jun Xiaoyao mused inwardly.

Yet he knew the true power of the Jun Clan lay in the top few sequences.

Those sequences were either in seclusion or training outside—none had been seen yet.

Among them were those with Twin Heavenly Eyes, those who had received forbidden legacies.

Far beyond the likes of Jun Zhangjian and Jun Wanjie.

“Let’s return. Await the opening of the Yuan Tian Supreme Treasure Vault!”

Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve, departing like a celestial exile riding the wind—he eagerly anticipated the next sign-in at the vault.