Chapter 54: Jiang Shengyi Arrives, Ancient Holy Weapon, Guantian Mirror

At the same time, on the other side of the Taihuang Forest.

A host of Qinglin Flying Dragons flapped their wings through the air.

Upon the lead flying dragon, Long Bichi stood with proud poise.

Clad in emerald armor that hugged her slender, supple frame, her beauty carried an unmistakable martial spirit.

Two green dragon horns protruding from her hair gleamed faintly, as if carved from jade.

“The secret vault is finally opening—I’d like to see if this Jun family divine son truly has three heads and six arms,” Long Bichi said, raising her heroic brows.

She did not underestimate Jun Xiaoyao.

But she did not believe him invincible.

After all, in this age of fierce competition, prodigies rose everywhere, and kings vied for supremacy—who could claim true invincibility?

If none could, then Jun Xiaoyao could not be either.

Long Bichi asked herself: even if she could not subdue Jun Xiaoyao, she could at least retreat unscathed.

Meanwhile, besides Long Bichi of the Ancestral Dragon Nest,

there were also the young kings of the top ancient royal clan, the Nine-Headed Lion Clan.

And powerful beings from the Devouring Sky Sparrow Clan.

Nantian City.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others prepared to depart.

As they stepped through empty space, they immediately drew all eyes.

There was no helping it—Jun Xiaoyao’s current fame meant that once his identity was revealed, wherever he went, every gaze would fix on him.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

Just then, a voice as soft as a nightingale’s trill rang out.

“Xiaoyao, it’s been a long time.”

Hearing the voice, Jun Xiaoyao halted and turned.

A group arrived on a flying boat, the lead figure a young woman clad in snow-white robes, her black hair dancing, her sleeves fluttering like a celestial immortal descending to earth.

Her celestial face glowed with luminous purity; her brows arched like distant mountains veiled in ink, her eyes brimmed with poetic grace—exquisitely beautiful, radiating an otherworldly elegance.

Perhaps because she bore the Primordial Dao Womb, naturally attuned to the Dao, she exuded an uncanny sense of harmony and naturalness.

Who else could this woman be but Jiang Shengyi?

“That’s the Jiang family’s divine maiden…” Many eyes shifted toward her.

Many male cultivators gazed in awe, momentarily stunned.

“Little—” Jun Xiaoyao began to speak.

Jiang Shengyi let out a light hum, as if reminding him of something.

“Sister Shengyi,” Jun Xiaoyao sighed, correcting himself.

“That’s better,” Jiang Shengyi smiled, her teeth gleaming like pearls.

Though far more mature than Jiang Luoli, she was still a young woman of prime years, her personality far from stiff or old-fashioned.

Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t expected Jiang Shengyi, not Jiang Luoli, to be the one sent by the Jiang family.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s expression, Jiang Shengyi teased: “What? Disappointed you didn’t see Luoli?”

“No,” Jun Xiaoyao replied honestly.

He didn’t care about that short-legged brat.

“She’s been forcibly locked in the family to cultivate—she was furious she couldn’t come see you,” Jiang Shengyi said with a smile.

“Then let her cultivate hard. By the way, Sister Shengyi, are you coming along?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Jiang Shengyi was his mother’s distant cousin; if possible, he wouldn’t mind looking out for her.

“You’re young but full of tricks—who’s supposed to be looking after whom?” Jiang Shengyi gave him a sultry glance.

It should be her protecting Jun Xiaoyao, not the other way around.

“Alright then, I’ll count on you, Sister Shengyi,” Jun Xiaoyao said, unconcerned—he needed no one’s protection anyway.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao casually banter with Jiang Shengyi, every male present looked on with envy.

The female cultivators, meanwhile, envied Jiang Shengyi for being able to speak with Jun Xiaoyao.

For a moment, everyone present didn’t know whom to envy more.

Just then, the voice of an elder from the Daoji Tianzong echoed across the sky of Nantian City.

“All of you, during this opening of the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret vault, the immortal sects have sealed heaven and earth—elder cultivators are forbidden to enter!”

“This vault is perilous beyond measure. The weak, if wise, should retreat now—your lives may yet be spared!”

As his words faded,

a brilliant light surged into the sky, hovering above the Taihuang Forest.

It was a massive mirror, its surface like a pool of emerald water.

“That’s our Jun family’s ancient holy weapon—the Guantian Mirror!” Jun Zhangjian said.

The Guantian Mirror could reflect the scenes of heaven and earth.

Jun Xiaoyao knew this was to prevent the prodigies of the immortal sects from perishing outright within the vault.

Should danger arise, the Guantian Mirror would allow timely intervention.

“Depart,” Jun Xiaoyao said, sweeping his sleeve.

“Yes!”

Behind him, Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, Jun Wanjie, and Jun Linglong nodded in unison, bowing like respectful attendants and maids.

Jiang Shengyi, too, led a group of Jiang family prodigies in following.

Her eyes held a flicker of surprise.

“It seems my nephew’s momentum is truly rising.”

…

As Jun Xiaoyao and the others headed toward the Taihuang Forest,

the entire Nantian City stirred into motion.

Though the elder Daoist had warned of the Yuan Tian Vault’s extreme danger,

it could not quell the cultivators’ fervor.

After all, this was the secret vault of a Supreme.

Any single opportunity found there could lift them to greatness.

After all, these cultivators were not born into great powers—they had to seek resources and opportunities themselves.

Ji Xuan of the Ji family and others also led a group of prodigies into motion.

At the city gate, Xiao Chen, cloaked in a hooded mantle, looked up at the retreating figures of Jun Xiaoyao and the others, his eyes filled with hatred and resolve.

“Jun Xiaoyao… wait…”

Xiao Chen also charged toward the Taihuang Forest.

Behind him, Wu Mingyue, hidden in the shadows, followed closely.

She could not bear to let Xiao Chen train alone in such a perilous vault.

At the same time, among the ancient royal clans, Long Bichi, the Nine-Headed Lion, and the Devouring Sky Sparrow all moved simultaneously.

The entire region surrounding the Taihuang Forest erupted in chaos!

Nantian City was only a thousand li from the Taihuang Forest.

In less than a quarter-hour, Jun Xiaoyao and the others arrived at the forest’s edge.

Jun Xiaoyao gazed out: an endless forest stretched before him, shrouded in eerie gray mist, radiating ill omens.

Deep within the forest, the aura of a Supreme permeated the air, accompanied by strange phenomena.

Without doubt, that was the location of the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret vault.

Only those bearing the Yuan Tian Supreme’s token could truly penetrate its deepest core.

But others could still scavenge scraps from its outer reaches.

Thus, all cultivators surged toward the Taihuang Forest at once.

Simultaneously, within the forest, ancient relics roared, and pure-blooded beings bellowed in fury.

All had been corrupted by the gray mist, driven mad, their combat power stronger than ever.

Soon, battles erupted everywhere.

At that moment, Ji Xuan of the Ji family arrived, his gaze locking onto Jun Xiaoyao from afar.

Jun Xiaoyao sensed it, turned his head, and saw Ji Xuan.

“He must be the Ji family’s young Saint,” Jun Xiaoyao said dismissively.

But beside him, Jun Zhangjian clenched his teeth slightly, his expression darkening.

“Hmph. He once beat me a few times by relying on his higher realm, then bragged everywhere that he defeated a Jun family heir.”

Jun Zhangjian growled, deeply annoyed.

“Oh? So that’s what happened,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

His attention, however, fixed on Ji Xuan’s right arm.

The bone of a Saint King… hmm…

Should I take it?