Chapter 88: Sign-In Rewards: Four-Star Prize, Ancient Saint Weapon, Secrets of the Four Ancient Nations

Upon hearing this, the ruler of Zhuque Country’s expression turned grave.

Someone capable of making the three ancient nations submit, and possessing such terrifying power, clearly has a lofty identity and origin.

Yet, thinking of Jun Xiaoyao, the ruler of Zhuque Country felt at ease.

No matter how great this young master’s status, could it rival Jun Xiaoyao’s?

No matter how powerful his behind-the-scenes force, could it rival the Ancient Jun Clan?

Thus, the ruler of Zhuque Country felt not the slightest worry.

“Enough, let’s return to the imperial palace—I have some matters to ask you.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

On one hand, he needed to sign in at the Zhuque Ancient Country’s imperial palace.

On the other, he wished to inquire about certain things.

“Yes, Young Master, please!”

The ruler of Zhuque Country led the way personally.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto the golden war chariot and followed behind.

“Ah, just warmed up, and it’s already over.” Jun Zhangjian twisted his wrists.

The several Sequence members had also taken part in battle just now.

“It won’t end so easily—they’ll likely return within a few days,” Jun Linglong said.

She possessed the Seven-Holed Lingqiao Heart, her mind sharp and perceptive; she knew the young master behind the three ancient nations would never let this go.

“Hmph, so what if they come? Can they stir up any waves before the Young Master?” Jun Wanjie sneered.

Before the Ancient Jun Clan, even dragons must coil, and tigers must cower!

Next, Jun Xiaoyao entered the imperial capital.

All subjects of the Zhuque Ancient Country knelt and bowed their heads to Jun Xiaoyao.

Countless cheers and praises for Jun Xiaoyao echoed in all directions.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained utterly calm.

These people saw him as a savior, as a benevolent sage.

In truth, he merely protected a pawn in his hand.

But such easy-gained good reputation? Why not take it?

After all, many prodigies were already calling Jun Xiaoyao a demon.

Jun Xiaoyao needed to shape his image slightly—he was no demon.

At most, he simply enjoyed cutting the grass.

Upon entering the Zhuque Ancient Country’s imperial palace, Jun Xiaoyao received a system notification in his mind.

“Ding, arrived at Zhuque Ancient Country’s imperial palace. Sign in?”

“Sign in.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

“Ding, congratulations, host. Received four-star reward: Ancient Saint Weapon, Ancient Qin, Fengming Qishan!”

As soon as the system’s voice faded, Jun Xiaoyao immediately sensed it.

Inside his space artifact appeared a crimson-gilded ancient qin.

The entire qin was slender in form, its surface engraved with phoenix and mountain patterns, edged in dark gold, exuding quiet luxury and depth.

Seven strings, each glowing crimson-crystal, appeared splendid and dazzling.

“It’s a qin.” Jun Xiaoyao fell silent.

Was the system trying to make him cultivate inner peace?

Yet this ancient qin’s rank was a rare Ancient Saint Weapon—not ordinary at all.

Most ordinary saints used nothing more than Ancient Saint Weapons.

Moreover, Fengming Qishan’s use clearly extended beyond mere amusement.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao’s mysterious guardian had turned qin music into killing blades, effortlessly wounding saints.

Thus, even as a weapon, the Fengming Qishan qin’s power could not be underestimated.

“Not a bad deal.” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

He had simply signed in casually, and the system gifted him an Ancient Saint Weapon for free.

“Looks like I should play the qin occasionally—I still remember some famous melodies from my past life.” Jun Xiaoyao mused.

“Young Master, what’s wrong?” The ruler of Zhuque Country asked, noticing Jun Xiaoyao standing still.

“Nothing, let’s go.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Afterwards, the ruler of Zhuque Country led Jun Xiaoyao into a luxurious pavilion.

Jun Xiaoyao told Jun Zhangjian and the others to rest on their own.

Only Jun Xiaoyao, the ruler of Zhuque Country, and Bai Yuer remained in the pavilion.

Jun Xiaoyao said: “I have a question for you.”

“Young Master, please speak.” The ruler of Zhuque Country replied respectfully.

“Do your four ancient nations harbor any historical secrets?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

After a moment’s thought, the ruler of Zhuque Country said: “To be honest, historical records indicate our four ancient nations originated from an ancient imperial dynasty nearly immortal in power, called the Four Symbols Ancient State.”

“The founder of the Four Symbols Ancient State was an unparalleled supreme being named Four Symbols Sovereign. Our four founding rulers—Qinglong Shangren, Baihu Shangren, Zhuque Shangren, and Xuanwu Shangren—were his four disciples.”

The ruler of Zhuque Country’s explanation made Jun Xiaoyao raise an eyebrow slightly.

He hadn’t expected the four ancient nations to have such a historical origin.

“So Qinglong’s goal must be to unify the four ancient nations, restore them as the Four Symbols Ancient State, and make himself its ruler.” Jun Xiaoyao speculated.

“But what is the purpose of the young master behind him? Is he merely seeking control of the Four Symbols Ancient State?” Jun Xiaoyao felt puzzled.

Beside him, Bai Yuer bit her lip and said: “Young Master, I have a guess.”

“Oh? Tell me.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“I believe the young master behind them seeks to gather all four fragments of the Bronze Compass.” Bai Yuer said.

“Bronze Compass fragments?” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze turned mysterious.

The ruler of Zhuque Country then explained further.

Originally, the Four Symbols Sovereign, who founded the Four Symbols Ancient State, had accidentally obtained a bronze compass.

That Bronze Compass was tied to a great secret.

Later, the news leaked, and many powerful beings sought to seize the compass from the Four Symbols Sovereign.

The Four Symbols Sovereign was ambushed and severely wounded.

He secretly divided the Bronze Compass into four parts and gave them to his four disciples—Qinglong Shangren and the others.

Later, each disciple founded their own nation, becoming today’s four ancient nations.

Each one-quarter fragment of the Bronze Compass became a treasured heirloom passed down through generations.

“Show me the fragment.” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

The ruler of Zhuque Country nodded obediently.

Had anyone else dared to lay hands on the Bronze Compass fragment, the ruler of Zhuque Country would have slapped them away immediately.

But since Jun Xiaoyao asked, he produced it without hesitation.

The moment Jun Xiaoyao saw the fragment, a flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Because he realized the Bronze Compass fragment was made of the same material as the bronze shard from the wooden box.

And that bronze shard was connected to one of the Seven Inconceivables—the Bronze Immortal Palace.

“So that’s it. I understand now. No wonder the Four Symbols Sovereign was ambushed—this Bronze Compass is indeed tied to a great secret: the Bronze Immortal Palace!”

Jun Xiaoyao thought silently.

This was undoubtedly a great secret.

He now understood the young master’s goal.

He must have learned of the connection between the Bronze Compass and the Bronze Immortal Palace.

“This compass is interesting.” Jun Xiaoyao toyed with it.

Observing Jun Xiaoyao’s expression, the ruler of Zhuque Country immediately said: “Since Young Master likes it, I present it to you.”

Jun Xiaoyao nodded in satisfaction—the ruler of Zhuque Country was quite astute.

“The other three fragments must already be in the hands of that young master. Now, even if he doesn’t come looking for trouble, this Young Master will find his.”

Jun Xiaoyao wore his usual smile.

But those familiar with this smile—Jun Zhangjian and the others—knew:

This smile meant Jun Xiaoyao was about to start cutting grass again…