Chapter 41: Chapter 41: The Hope of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, Long Aotian, and Ye Xingyun’s Ambition (Third Update)
Jun Xiaoyao’s tenth birthday banquet concluded amidst such dramatic and shocking events.
The sect leaders, elders, and young prodigies from various powerful factions left the Jun Family with their faces still filled with shock and admiration.
In their eyes, what they witnessed at the Jun Family this time was simply soul-stirring.
Especially the Jun Family’s Divine Son, who seemed almost like a young Great Emperor, possessing an invincible aura.
Whether it was the Ye Family’s Star King Body or the Dragon Child from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, they were all like soft clay in his hands, easily crushed.
Some young prodigies, when compared with the Jun Family’s Divine Son, could not help but sigh and despair in their hearts.
With the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the Supreme Bone, Jun Xiaoyao’s talent could no longer be described as prodigious; it was simply the innate presence of a Great Emperor.
With Jun Xiaoyao around, is there still any place for others in this world?
Even some of the older generation sighed, feeling that with Jun Xiaoyao’s current cultivation speed, wouldn’t he surpass these old veterans in a few years?
Of course, aside from Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also performed remarkably, easily killing the prodigious sons of the Ancient Royal Family with a flick of the wrist.
And most shocking of all was, naturally, the Jun Family’s Eighteenth Ancestor, who never showed his face from beginning to end.
An ancestor-level figure buried in the Jun Family Ancestral Hall for countless years.
With three swords, he annihilated a Quasi-Supreme Venerable from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, leaving everyone in shocking despair.
Everyone knew that after this tenth birthday banquet, the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, which had been calm for a long time, would likely become tempestuous.
Just after the Jun Family’s banquet concluded,
In the distant territory of Hongzhou, at the main base of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, a furious roar and dragon roar echoed, shaking the heavens and earth, and stars fell.
The beings across Hongzhou all seemed to feel a vast, apocalyptic heavenly might.
"Why is the Supreme Venerable of the Ancestral Dragon Nest so angry?" a being from Hongzhou said with a pale face.
The news of the Jun Family’s banquet would still take some time to spread, so they were unaware of the incident.
Within the Ancestral Dragon Nest, many powerful divine thoughts were exchanging.
"Calm the thunder for now. What’s the use of being so angry? Do you plan to march on the Jun Family?"
"That little runt from the Jun Family dared to kill the Dragon Child of my lineage and deserves death!"
"And that Jun Eighteen actually dared to lay a hand on Youlong. Does he really have no fear of our Ancestral Dragon Nest?"
The earlier angry voice said coldly.
"Jun Eighteen, he is indeed a madman. To kill him is too difficult..."
"Should we inform Ao Tian about this?" another strong divine thought from the Ancestral Dragon Nest asked.
"No need, Long Aotian is currently in seclusion refining the fifth Dragon Essence. When he completes the refinement of seven Dragon Essences, along with the Emperor Dragon’s Blood, he will be able to dominate the young generation of the Immortal Realm. Even the Jun Family’s Divine Son can be killed with ease!"
"Very well, I await the day Ao Tian strikes down the Jun Family’s Divine Son!"
"And the Jun Family, in the future, will surely pay for their blood debt in blood!"
...
Elsewhere, in the void, a Divine Bird pulled a palanquin through the sky.
Inside the carriage, a young man with a blue shirt and sword-like eyebrows awoke with a jolt.
It was Ye Xingyun.
"Hiss... it hurts..."
Ye Xingyun moved slightly and felt as if his body was going to fall apart, his face turned pale from the pain.
"Young Master, you’re awake," Uncle Fu said at his side.
"Where am I..." Ye Xingyun was dazed for a moment, then finally remembered everything from the banquet.
A strong sense of humiliation flooded his heart.
As an esteemed prodigy of the Desolate Ancient Ye Family, Ye Xingyun had never suffered such a setback.
Let alone losing face in front of his goddess.
"Jun Xiaoyao..." Ye Xingyun’s teeth clenched, his fists tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"Young Master, you mustn’t provoke the Jun Family’s Divine Son. I received news that the Divine Son not only possesses the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body but also naturally has a Supreme Bone. He even easily slew the Dragon Child from the Ancestral Dragon Nest," Uncle Fu said with a sigh.
"What, such a thing!?" Ye Xingyun was stunned, hardly able to believe his ears.
It turned out that when Jun Xiaoyao fought him, he indeed held back, not even wielding the Supreme Bone.
Ye Xingyun felt increasingly humiliated, realizing that Jun Xiaoyao did not regard him at all.
"How hateful..." Ye Xingyun was both disgruntled and ashamed.
Suddenly, a vague memory flashed in his mind.
He seemed to see a magnificent Star Palace and a grand figure clad in sun, moon, and stars, with their back to him.
"What is that, a dream, or is it..." Ye Xingyun muttered to himself.
He knew that in this world, there existed some saints reincarnated, even Great Emperors reborn.
Those reincarnated prodigies were truly exceptional, with insight and cultivation vastly surpassing ordinary prodigies.
For instance, the Forbidden Celestial Pride of their Desolate Ancient Ye Family, Ye Guchen, was rumored to be the reincarnation of the Ancient Sword Demon, Dugu Wubai.
That Sword Demon, according to historical records, had used the Emperor Slayer Sword to kill a Quasi-Emperor, fearsome indeed.
"Could it be that I, too, am a reincarnation of a strongest being, and that Star Palace is the chance and treasure left for me?" Ye Xingyun couldn’t help but think.
The possibility was considerable.
As time passed, the memories he awakened would become more, and by then, he might find that Star Palace and inherit all the opportunities of that strongest being.
"Jun Xiaoyao, fortune favors the bold. Once I awaken my memories, I will rise strongly."
"And Luo Li, I will make you understand who is truly worthy of you!"
Ye Xingyun felt rejuvenated, thinking that he was about to soar!
...
Meanwhile, at the Jun Family,
after the banquet concluded, Jun Xiaoyao was being relentlessly harassed by Jiang Luoli.
She was clearly supposed to return to the Jiang Family, yet Jiang Luoli stubbornly refused to leave.
The girl Ye Xingyun dreamed of obtaining had become a clingy presence for Jun Xiaoyao that he couldn’t shake off.
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to serve tea and pour water?"
"Linglong is here."
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to do laundry and fold quilts?"
"Linglong is here."
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to warm your bed?"
"Linglong... cough, what are you saying?" Jun Xiaoyao coughed lightly, feeling a bit annoyed.
In the end, even Jiang Rou began urging for a wedding.
"Mother, the Eighteenth Ancestor is looking for me, I’ll take my leave first," Jun Xiaoyao, unable to endure the noisy disturbance from a group of women, swiftly extricated himself.
"Hmph, Brother Xiaoyao, Luo Li will not give up!" Jiang Luoli clenched her small fists, looking like a star-chasing little fangirl.
Jun Xiaoyao arrived at the Jun Family’s deepest ancestral land and saw the Eighteenth Ancestor.
The Eighteenth Ancestor, in a gray robe, with white hair, sat cross-legged in the void.
Surrounding him seemed to be terrifying scenes of the sun and moon revolving, life and death of creatures, the collapse of the heavens, and the reversal of the Star River manifesting.
The aura was unimaginably powerful, making it feel like facing the heavens.
No wonder he had the ability to annihilate a Quasi-Supreme Venerable with three swords.
Jun Xiaoyao quietly marveled, knowing that no ancestor of the Jun Family was simple.
Not to mention, the Jun Family seemed to have seventeen more as strong as the Eighteenth Ancestor!
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, the Eighteenth Ancestor’s old face rare showed a smile.
"Very good!" the Eighteenth Ancestor said.
Clearly, he was praising Jun Xiaoyao’s performance at the tenth birthday banquet.
Defeating Ye Xingyun was one thing, but tearing the Dragon Child from the Ancestral Dragon Nest apart was surely a face-brightening achievement for the Jun Family.
"I don’t know why the ancestor summoned me here," Jun Xiaoyao slightly cupped his hands, speaking composedly.
Even facing the Eighteenth Ancestor, where even some clan elders would be cautious and apprehensive,
Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and composed, supremely so.
This pleased the Eighteenth Ancestor immensely.
The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and Supreme Bone were undoubtedly outstanding talents.
But even more rare was Jun Xiaoyao’s disposition, so steady and composed, unlike a ten-year-old child.
"Don’t you want to learn the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique?" the Eighteenth Ancestor asked with a faint smile.
Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes lit up.