Chapter 960: The Secret of Mount Zhanxin, the First War God, Yun Xiaohei

“Prince Mojie, a battle at Mount Zhanxin?”

Jun Xiaoyao showed a look of contemplation.

He knew Prince Mojie—one of the Seven Minor Emperors of the Foreign Lands, a formidable force.

He had been in slumber until now.

Jun Xiaoyao had already guessed the reason behind Prince Mojie’s challenge.

First, it was because Jun Xiaoyao possessed the ability to nullify magic power.

The ancestral divine art of the Mojie Imperial Clan was magic power immunity.

Merely for this one reason, the Mojie Imperial Clan could not possibly ignore Jun Xiaoyao.

And the second reason.

Naturally, Prince Mojie, upon emerging, needed a stunning victory to solidify his reputation and status.

Jun Xiaoyao was currently the most prominent young prodigy across all ten foreign lands.

He was the perfect whetstone.

In short, Prince Mojie’s move served both to establish his own renown and to probe the source of Jun Xiaoyao’s magic power immunity.

“Young Master Xiaoyao, you must not be careless—Prince Mojie is no ordinary force.”

“And he chose to fight you at Mount Zhanxin—that’s no coincidence,” said Master Mu.

Jun Xiaoyao was the officially designated provisional War God of the War God Academy.

And Prince Mojie had chosen Mount Zhanxin to challenge him.

Clearly, if Jun Xiaoyao lost,

then the title of provisional War God would be nothing but a joke.

“Where is Mount Zhanxin?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

“Mount Zhanxin lies deep within our academy—it’s where the First War God sealed his weapon,” said Master Mu.

“The First War God sealed his weapon?” Jun Xiaoyao asked, intrigued.

“Correct. Our realm’s young generation’s War God title is inherited from that First War God.”

“Legends say the First War God possessed world-destroying power—he was once a nightmare of the Immortal Realm.”

“But in the end, the First War God sealed his weapon, planting his divine spear, Divine Weeping Battle Spear, atop a mountain peak—that was Mount Zhanxin.”

“Since then, no one—not even a provisional Immortal—has ever been able to pull out that Divine Weeping Battle Spear.”

Master Mu’s words stirred deep thought in Jun Xiaoyao.

The First War God was rather interesting.

The origin of today’s War God title was none other than that First War God.

“World-destroying power… could it be…” Jun Xiaoyao had a sudden suspicion.

He unconsciously glanced at his wrist.

If that dark hexagram mark appeared now,

it would be far more shocking than the Chaos Body.

“Xiaoyao, don’t worry—even the Mojie Imperial Clan won’t dare act recklessly within the War God Academy,” said Luo Xiangling, concerned.

She feared the Mojie Imperial Clan might impose heavy psychological pressure on Jun Xiaoyao.

“Xiangling, thank you,” said Jun Xiaoyao.

Nearby, Master Mu’s eyelid twitched, his gaze shifting suspiciously between the two.

When had these two become so close?

Why such familiarity in their address?

Could it really be true, as the rumors claimed?

Was Luo Wang indulging in a youthful romance?

Of course, Master Mu was wise enough—he said nothing, keeping his eyes down and his mind still.

“Thank you for the warning, Master Mu. I’ll keep this in mind,” Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

“By the way, there’s another matter—I’ve heard the border wars have begun. Your border training is about to start.”

“The Immortal Realm has produced many prodigies too—like the Son of Heaven of the Jiang Clan, the Empress Daughter of the Immortal Court, and various ancient clans and primeval families,” Master Mu warned.

“I understand,” said Jun Xiaoyao.

He’d soon see those familiar faces again—he was already eager.

After Master Mu left,

Jun Xiaoyao remained at Luo Xiangling’s side.

As for Prince Mojie, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t take him seriously.

Even if Prince Mojie were a Supreme Being, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn’t care.

What truly concerned him was the system’s recent sign-in prompt.

What valuable reward could he obtain by signing in at Mount Zhanxin?

That was what Jun Xiaoyao cared about.

Days passed.

On the other side,

Tu Shan Wanzhuan often wanted to challenge Jun Xiaoyao to a sparring match.

But each time, he was nowhere to be found.

“Has Young Master Xiaoyao not returned yet?” Tu Shan Wanzhuan was deeply disappointed.

“Sister Wanzhuan, I think you should return to Tu Shan and patiently wait for the marriage selection to begin,” said Tu Shan Chunchun solemnly.

“Little sister, are you guarding your food?”

Tu Shan Wanzhuan extended her jade hand, pinching Tu Shan Chunchun’s two plump, round cheeks.

Stretching them into strange shapes.

“Sister Wanzhuan, I’m serious—I may have truly found my destined one,” Tu Shan Chunchun said earnestly.

Tu Shan Wanzhuan paused slightly, then smiled: “Then what? I seem to have feelings for Young Master too.”

“Aaaah! I won’t allow it!”

Tu Shan Chunchun’s hair, silky and luminous white, bristled up in outrage.

“Ha! Maybe when I bring Young Master back to Tu Shan, the other three elder sisters will like him too,” Tu Shan Wanzhuan teased.

“No! He’ll be drained dry!” Tu Shan Chunchun panicked.

She barely had enough to keep for herself.

Now she’d have to split him five ways? How could that be?

And with all five sisters on him—who could endure that?

By the time it reached her, Tu Shan Chunchun, there might not even be a drop left.

After teasing Tu Shan Chunchun, Tu Shan Wanzhuan prepared to leave.

At the gate, Yun Xiaohei held the Tianyu Horse, waiting.

“What merit does that Chaos Body have…?” Yun Xiaohei’s gaze turned dark.

Recently, Tu Shan Wanzhuan frequently came seeking Jun Xiaoyao, but he was always absent.

This made Yun Xiaohei’s jealousy twist into agony.

To him, Tu Shan Wanzhuan was unattainable.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao ignored her completely, casting her aside.

The disparity was too great.

“Xiaohei, let’s go back.”

Tu Shan Wanzhuan approached, a trace of disappointment on her face.

“Princess, is this worth it?” Yun Xiaohei couldn’t help asking.

Logically, he had no courage to speak to Tu Shan Wanzhuan so directly.

But he simply couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

Tu Shan Wanzhuan blinked in surprise—she hadn’t expected Yun Xiaohei to say such a thing.

She offered a faint smile: “Xiaohei, you don’t understand what it means to spar with Young Master.”

“Even a single hint of his guidance would bring me tremendous progress.”

“Is it really only about improving your strength?” Yun Xiaohei gritted his teeth.

He didn’t know why he had the courage to say this.

Tu Shan Wanzhuan’s cheeks flushed, her gaze drifting: “Then… then what else? If you ask if I like him… then… yes…”

She didn’t finish.

But her expression was unmistakably that of a lovestruck girl.

“Princess, I still feel something’s off about that Chaos Body—he may have ulterior motives toward you,” said Yun Xiaohei.

He wanted to awaken Tu Shan Wanzhuan, to make her stop sinking deeper.

But Tu Shan Wanzhuan’s smile vanished instantly; her brows furrowed, as if angered.

“Xiaohei, given all these years you’ve served as my groom, I’ll warn you once—this is the only time.”

“I will not allow anyone to speak ill of Young Master behind his back. If you do it again, you’re no longer my groom.”

With that, Tu Shan Wanzhuan turned cold-faced and mounted the Tianyu Horse alone, riding off.

"Your Highness Princess..."

Yun Xiaohei’s face turned ashen, his lips trembling.

He had merely offered a kind warning.

Tu Shan Wanzhuan was so angry.

You should know that Tu Shan Wanzhuan has a straightforward personality and rarely gets angry.

She never treated him like a servant by hitting or scolding him; instead, she was always cheerful and approachable.

This is one of the reasons Yun Xiaohei admires Tu Shan Wanzhuan.

But now?

He had merely questioned Jun Xiaoyao slightly.

Yet Tu Shan Wanzhuan treated him with such coldness.

Yun Xiaohei’s heart ached, as if it were about to shatter.

His eyes seemed soaked in darkness, radiating deep hatred and resentment.

Originally, he hadn’t fully made up his mind.

But now, Yun Xiaohei had made his decision.

He would leave Tu Shan Wanzhuan and go to the Demon Sealing Tomb!

He would uncover the secrets within himself and become the ultimate powerhouse!

“Wanzhuan, you will surely become my woman.”

“And that Chaotic Body, I’ll make you pay!”

Yun Xiaohei’s eyes burned with determination as he turned and walked away.