Chapter 95

“Ancestor, I apologize—I lost my composure. I must hurry to find that ancient nest and obtain the Supreme Blood to transform my strength.”

Xiao Chen’s character was indeed resolute; he had now calmed down.

Only by growing stronger could he possibly win Wu Mingyue’s hand.

“Xiao Chen, if your plan is to succeed, you must marry Wu Mingyue—but do you know who your greatest obstacle is?” asked Qinglong Shiren.

“Could it be…?” Xiao Chen’s brows lifted.

“Precisely—not Jun Xiaoyao, but Marquis Yang Pan!” said Qinglong Shiren.

“Indeed, Yang Pan—it’s rumored the Imperial Son-in-Law has already been secretly chosen.”

“But how could I ever give Mingyue to that degenerate?” Xiao Chen’s face turned icy with fury.

The person he hated most was Jun Xiaoyao.

But he also deeply resented Yang Pan.

What right did Yang Pan have to steal his woman?

So what if he was Marquis?

Wu Mingyue loved him—not that degenerate Yang Pan.

Thus, Xiao Chen resolved firmly: on the day Wu Mingyue chose her Imperial Son-in-Law, he would crush Yang Pan beneath his feet before all eyes.

Only by defeating Yang Pan could he hope to gain the Panwu Divine Dynasty’s favor.

“Enough. That ancient nest should lie somewhere within these wild mountains—enter.” Qinglong Shiren said.

Xiao Chen nodded, his figure flickering as he vanished into the mountain range.

Within days, under Qinglong Shiren’s guidance, Xiao Chen discovered a narrow fissure between the peaks.

He entered through the crack—and inside, it opened into another world, like a subterranean realm.

Sacred sources piled high, radiating spiritual energy and auroras.

Even Xiao Chen was stunned.

What made him gasp was that he had truly found the Supreme Blood with Ancestral Dragon lineage.

The Supreme Blood had coalesced into a small blood pool.

Just as Xiao Chen prepared to claim the opportunity—

A regal, queenly female voice rang out from above.

“Mortal, how dare you touch what belongs to this Empress?”

“Who are you?” Xiao Chen exclaimed.

“Worse—it’s likely the ancient anomaly sealed within the Immortal Source…” Qinglong Shiren whispered.

“Hmm? There’s also a powerful primordial spirit attached to you?”

The woman calling herself Empress sounded slightly surprised.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, ignored the voice, and continued cultivating with the Supreme Blood.

“Mortal, would you like to make a deal with me?” the female voice said.

“A deal? You’re an ancient anomaly of a primordial royal clan—what could you possibly offer me?” Xiao Chen replied coldly.

“I’ve slept for eons—the Immortal Source array has lost its energy. Bring me ninety-nine virgin boys and ninety-nine virgin girls’ blood to power the array, and I’ll grant you one wish.”

“I’d rather die than commit such monstrous acts,” Xiao Chen declared firmly.

“Any wish at all—even the Ancestral Dragon Nest will obey my word.”

“Any wish…” Xiao Chen’s eyes darkened subtly.

If this ancient anomaly from the Ancestral Dragon Nest killed Jun Xiaoyao for me…

Xiao Chen shook his head violently, suppressing the thought.

“No thanks. My grudges—I’ll settle myself!” He resumed absorbing the Supreme Blood.

“Hehe… is that so? In my eyes, human nature is filthy indeed…” The voice murmured, then fell silent.

Xiao Chen exhaled in relief—the ancient anomaly of the Ancestral Dragon Nest must have some restriction, unable to break free for now.

He could finally focus on his cultivation in peace.

“Jun Xiaoyao, wait. When I appear before you again, don’t be surprised…” A flame of vengeance ignited in Xiao Chen’s eyes.

…

Meanwhile, in the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom, after full stability was achieved, Jun Xiaoyao prepared to return to Mount Junjia.

He needed to begin preparing his next scheme.

A scheme targeting the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

He must go to Panwu Tomb—not only for the check-in, but because he might find the next opportunity to awaken a Sacred Body phenomenon there.

Yet Panwu Tomb was the private treasure of the Panwu Divine Dynasty—no outsider could enter freely.

Especially not someone of Jun Xiaoyao’s stature.

No faction would be foolish enough to feed their own opportunities to another’s prodigy.

When Jun Xiaoyao left the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom, Bai Yuer was deeply reluctant.

“I entrust the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom to you and the Vermilion Bird Sovereign—don’t disappoint me,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Yes, Yuer will manage the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom well!” Bai Yuer’s expression was resolute.

Then Jun Xiaoyao led the group back to Mount Junjia.

Meanwhile, the challenge from Marquis Yang Pan continued to stir the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained silent.

Soon, some began deliberately spreading rumors.

Claiming Jun Xiaoyao feared Marquis Yang Pan and dared not accept the challenge.

Those spreading these rumors included Yang Pan’s allies and members of primordial royal clans.

Their goal was clearly to tarnish Jun Xiaoyao’s reputation.

Yet many staunch supporters of Jun Xiaoyao believed he simply refused to engage.

Most of these supporters were women.

After all, no matter where you went, blind fans were never in short supply.

But in truth, the supporters were right.

Jun Xiaoyao simply found the challenge beneath him—he’d crush Yang Pan with one palm when the time came. Why make it complicated?

Several more months passed.

Jun Xiaoyao was now twelve years old.

His figure had grown taller, his features more refined.

The only thing troubling Jun Xiaoyao was the lack of Immortal Source to cultivate the Great Luo Immortal Body.

Later, Mount Junjia gave him another dozen Immortal Sources—but to him, it was far from enough.

Looking at the dozen Immortal Sources, Jun Xiaoyao never imagined he’d one day lack resources.

“The Great Luo Immortal Body consumes terrifying amounts of resources—even more than the Primal Sacred Body,” Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

“For now, pause cultivation—I need to find more resources.”

“Could I extract some from the Panwu Divine Dynasty? Wu Mingyue, as the Divine Dynasty’s eldest princess, surely has plenty.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

If Wu Mingyue heard this, she’d surely call him a monster again.

“Enough. It’s time to visit the Panwu Divine Dynasty—I must lay some groundwork early.”

“I’d love to see Xiao Chen and Yang Pan clash—let them tear each other apart.” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

He knew, because of Wu Mingyue, Xiao Chen and Yang Pan would inevitably clash.

Watching two weeds fight each other—how amusing.

By then, wouldn’t it be amusing to watch the two leeks fight each other?