Chapter 7: I Am the Heavenly Emperor, and I Shall Crush All Enemies in This World!

“Want to follow me?” Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He had never guessed Jun Linglong would think this way.

Becoming a follower is very common.

Each of the Ten Sequences of the Jun Clan has a group of formidable followers behind them.

Either talented disciples from within the Jun Clan, or talents recruited and tamed from outside.

In short, every great figure cultivates followers who will one day become a crucial force.

Even his father, Jun Wuhuai, once had a group of followers known to the world as the Eight Divine King Legions, each capable of standing alone, truly outstanding heroes.

Jun Xiaoyao had considered it before, but he was only three years old and had no urgency to recruit followers, so he never paid it any mind.

“Why?” Jun Xiaoyao asked curiously.

Because he shattered the ancient ultimate limit?

“A gut feeling,” Jun Linglong said, her beautiful eyes deep.

That fragment of the future, she could not speak of—it might incur immense karmic consequences.

Jun Linglong was not yet strong enough to bear such consequences.

“Gut feeling?” Jun Xiaoyao had no reply.

He had sensed that Jun Linglong likely knew something, but chose not to say it outright.

Still, he had occasionally heard rumors about Jun Linglong.

Born with seven piercing, exquisite hearts, her mind was sharp and brilliant, mastering any technique or martial art faster than others.

If she did not perish, she was destined to become a Saint.

Such a heavenly daughter, wherever she went, was surrounded by adoration—she had the qualification to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

“Right now, Grandpa takes care of my daily needs—besides teaching me the Dao, he just nags me to grow up and expand the Jun Clan’s lineage…” Jun Xiaoyao felt helpless inside.

Though his body was only three years old, his mind had long matured; facing an old man every day—even if he was his own grandfather—was dreadfully dull.

“Having Jun Linglong serve as a maid to attend to my daily needs wouldn’t be bad,” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

He hadn’t considered cultivating her, but if she were to be a maid or attendant, he could accept it.

If outsiders knew Jun Xiaoyao’s thoughts, they’d be tempted to pound him to death.

To want a heavenly daughter, adored by all, to become a maid?

Even someone like Jun Zhangjian, a top-tier sequence, only hoped to draw her in as a fellow cultivator.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to speak, a female voice rang out.

“Jun Linglong, you’re voluntarily choosing to follow someone else?”

The one speaking was Lan Qingya.

She dared not offend Jun Xiaoyao, so she turned her sharp words toward Jun Linglong.

“What’s wrong?” Jun Linglong said coolly.

Facing Jun Xiaoyao, she felt uneasy and tense—but with Lan Qingya, she felt no restraint.

“Prince Zhangjian personally asked to recruit you, and you refused. Now you’re voluntarily following someone else—where does that leave Prince Zhangjian’s face?” Lan Qingya’s expression darkened.

Wasn’t Jun Linglong’s action a blatant slap in Prince Zhangjian’s face?

“Jun Zhangjian is excellent, but the one I, Jun Linglong, will follow will be the one who suppresses an entire era!” Jun Linglong’s voice carried a trace of fervor.

“Hah… suppress an entire era? Are you referring to him?” Lan Qingya blurted out without thinking.

“Hmph! Who is this rude, ill-mannered creature!”

Before Jun Xiaoyao could speak, Jun Zhantian’s eyebrows lifted, and he swept his sleeve aside!

Puff!

Lan Qingya’s slender body was flung backward, crashing hard to the ground, blood trickling from her lips.

This was still because Jun Zhantian, mindful of his status, had no desire to kill her.

“If I ever get the chance, I’d like to spar with Cousin Zhangjian. As for you—leave,” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

He didn’t even bother to lift a finger against such a minor figure.

Lan Qingya’s face turned ashen; she glanced at Jun Linglong, a flicker of resentment in her eyes, then turned and walked away.

Jun Linglong paid no heed; instead, her gaze fixed steadily on Jun Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes revealing a touch of pitiful vulnerability.

Any other man would have eagerly agreed on the spot.

After a moment of thought, Jun Xiaoyao asked: “Can you pour tea and serve water?”

At these words, everyone froze.

Jun Linglong also blinked in surprise, but still nodded instinctively.

Though she had never done such chores, that didn’t mean she couldn’t.

“Can you wash clothes and fold quilts?” Jun Xiaoyao asked again.

Jun Linglong still nodded, looking bewildered.

“Good, then I accept,” Jun Xiaoyao said bluntly.

Now, Jun Linglong and everyone around finally understood.

Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t selecting followers—he was selecting a maid.

Instantly, every male prodigy present looked at her with envy and jealousy.

Making Jun Linglong a maid? Not just anyone could pull that off.

Jun Linglong herself was momentarily dazed—had she, the heavenly daughter, truly become a maid?

But remembering that fragment of the future, her beautiful eyes hardened with resolve.

She softly opened her lips and asked: “My Lord, you asked so many questions—may I ask one in return?”

“What question?” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“If, one day, you become the Heavenly Emperor, what will you do?” Jun Linglong asked, her gaze fixed, unwavering, upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao paused, then smiled faintly and shook his head: “It’s simple…”

“I am the Heavenly Emperor—I shall crush all enemies in this world!”

The moment Jun Xiaoyao spoke.

Thunder exploded beyond the heavens, the sky’s winds and clouds trembled!

His words became law, altering heaven and earth!

Everyone’s faces turned pale with shock—they had never witnessed such a scene.

Jun Zhantian also drew a deep breath, his gaze filled with profound complexity.

“Wuhuai, your child truly shares your boundless ambition, just like you in your youth…”

Jun Zhantian knew this single statement had forged a great karmic bond upon Jun Xiaoyao.

At the very moment Jun Xiaoyao spoke these words.

In a forbidden life zone of the Immortal Realm, an ancient, hoarse voice echoed.

“This generation of the Jun Clan has great ambition, hah…”

Elsewhere, atop an ancient spiritual mountain where divine phoenixes danced and true phoenixes circled, a cold, mocking laugh rang out.

“Crush all enemies in this world? Hah… Has Jun Wuhuai’s descendant grown so arrogant?”

In an ancient nest where dragon veins converged, a cold voice spoke.

“This era’s path to emperorship is emerging. My clan’s Long Aotian and others will make the Jun Clan and other ancient clans understand what it means for prodigies to bleed, and for the world to be drenched in sorrow!”

Jun Xiaoyao probably never imagined his offhand words would trigger such a reaction.

When he came back to himself, he found Jun Linglong’s gaze blazing brightly, fixed on him.

“What’s wrong?” Jun Xiaoyao touched his own face.

“Linglong is willing to follow My Lord’s side!” Jun Linglong had made her final, unshakable decision.

From those words, Jun Linglong understood much.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded; this outcome was perfect.

He had signed in and gained the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force, shattered the ancient ultimate limit, and received the Heavenly Dao’s reward: the Chaotic Divine Mill Contemplation Method.

He had also received three immortal divine herbs from the Eighteen Ancestors.

And finally, he had recruited a golden-haired girl as a maid—truly a perfect harvest.