Sacred Body of the Immortals

The entire hall was silent.

The proud son of the ancient Ye family, Ye Xingyun, was now in a state of shock, coughing up blood and fainting.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that ten-year-old Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Ye Xingyun so easily.

Most importantly, compared to Ye Xingyun's miserable state, Jun Xiaoyao's white robes remained spotless, without even a single wrinkle.

This was no longer a mere contest, but a complete domination!

"The Divine Son of the Jun family is terrifyingly strong!" Many people thought with awe.

An elderly man with a sage-like appearance sighed and said, "With the arrival of a new era, the Divine Son of the Jun family will be one of the most brilliant new stars of this generation, destined to be recorded in history books..."

"The one who just spoke is the old Daoist from the Daoji Tianzong sect. He once lectured on North Mountain. To think he would give such high praise to the Jun family's Divine Son..."

Hearing the evaluation from the white-bearded elder, who was the old Daoist from Daoji Tianzong, everyone was even more shocked.

The princess of the Great Shang Dynasty, a beautiful woman, also lost focus in her lovely eyes and muttered to herself:

"One glance at the Divine Son ruins a lifetime. No other man can catch my eye now..."

The princess's words made many men hear the sound of their own hearts breaking.

The princess's words meant that after seeing the Jun family's Divine Son, no other man could enter her eyes.

What kind of transcendent and excellent being could make a country's princess say such words?

At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused intently on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao himself remained very calm and composed.

Defeating someone like Ye Xingyun was truly nothing to him.

"Thank you, Divine Son, for showing mercy. Our young master was just too impulsive, getting excited at the prospect of a challenge. He had no other intentions," Ye Xingyun's old servant, Uncle Fu, hurriedly explained, fearing that Jun Xiaoyao might misunderstand.

Although they had the backing of the ancient Ye family, they absolutely did not want to offend the Jun family.

"Heh, I naturally understand. It was just a simple exchange and interaction," Jun Xiaoyao said with a very proper, faint smile.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words and then looking at Ye Xingyun, who was covered in injuries and had fainted from coughing up blood.

This could be called a simple exchange?

He nearly killed the man!

Even Uncle Fu's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile on his old face, saying, "The Divine Son is magnanimous. This old servant will take the young master away now."

"Mm," Jun Xiaoyao nodded casually.

After all, Ye Xingyun was from the ancient Ye family. Although Jun Xiaoyao wasn't afraid, he also had no intention of doing anything to him. He was just a fool who got reckless over a woman.

Afterwards, Uncle Fu carried the unconscious Ye Xingyun away, leaving the Jun family in a sorry state.

"Hehe, I've spoiled the mood for everyone. Let me make amends with a toast," Jun Xiaoyao said, looking around before raising his wine cup and draining it in one gulp.

"Not at all, the Divine Son is too kind."

"Indeed, such an exciting battle has truly opened our eyes."

All the forces present, whether the younger generation or the older figures, stood up to return the toast. Not a single person dared to remain seated.

Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also stood up to toast.

Only one figure remained seated, with no intention of returning the toast.

It was Jun Wanjie!

At this moment, Jun Wanjie's face was cold, and in the depths of his pitch-black eyes, it seemed as if thunder tribulations were intertwining.

A trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

He had witnessed the battle between Jun Xiaoyao and Ye Xingyun earlier.

To be honest, Jun Xiaoyao's strength far exceeded his expectations.

To possess the combat power of a top-tier genius at such a young age, what would he be like in a few years?

Jun Xiaoyao also noticed Jun Wanjie.

"Is that the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie?" he thought to himself.

"Born into a collateral branch, enduring cold looks, then accidentally obtaining the Supreme Law, the Tribulation Crossing Skill, awakening the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body, rising to power, becoming the Fifth Sequence."

"Why does this plot seem so familiar?"

Jun Xiaoyao mused to himself.

Isn't this just the typical storyline of picking up a supreme cultivation technique and a nobody rising to power?

It's even more cliché than Xiao Chen's old man in the ring template.

However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay too much attention. As long as Jun Wanjie didn't provoke him, he wouldn't target him either.

"Big Brother Xiaoyao, you looked so cool when you made your move earlier," Jiang Luoli said, her beautiful eyes burning with admiration as she stared at Jun Xiaoyao, liking him more and more.

"It was alright," Jun Xiaoyao said, drinking his tea.

He wasn't interested in such a little girl.

After all, he wasn't into young girls.

Moreover, this Jiang Luoli was too short. If he really were to be engaged to her,

He might step on her stomach by accident.

Not to mention that he was an Ancient Saint Body, with particularly strong kidney meridians...

Jiang Rou smiled from the side and said, "Has my daughter fallen in love? Do you want to settle it now?"

Hearing this, Jiang Luoli's pretty face turned slightly red, and she twisted her jade-like fingers, somewhat embarrassed as she said, "Mother..."

"Pff... cough cough..."

Jun Xiaoyao almost spat out a mouthful of tea.

But for the sake of his image, he swallowed it and coughed twice.

"Xiaoyao, what's wrong? I think Luoli is very good," Jiang Rou said.

"The Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger, Luoli is one meter fifty..." Jun Xiaoyao sighed slightly.

"What? Big Brother Xiaoyao, you're saying I'm short!" Jiang Luoli's pretty eyes widened as she raised her snow-white neck to look up at Jun Xiaoyao.

She was only twelve years old, two years older than Jun Xiaoyao, but her height only reached Jun Xiaoyao's chest.

It was the most adorable height difference.

"Isn't it true?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Luoli gritted her crystal-like little tiger teeth and puffed out her fragrant cheeks. Her black, shiny big eyes rolled a bit, revealing a hint of cunning.

Then she directly opened her cherry-like small mouth and bit towards Jun Xiaoyao's arm.

She wanted to leave a mark on Jun Xiaoyao's body.

A mark that belonged exclusively to her, Jiang Luoli.

This way, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't ignore or forget her.

But after biting down...

"Ah, it hurts!"

Jiang Luoli cried out in pain. One of her little tiger teeth had chipped. She covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.

"You know I'm an Ancient Saint Body and you still try to bite me. Are you a dog?" Jun Xiaoyao said, speechless.

He was an Ancient Saint Body, his physical body comparable to divine weapons. At his current stage, he could already barehanded withstand and even shatter the weapons of kings and marquises.

How could Jiang Luoli possibly leave a tooth mark on him?

Jun Xiaoyao casually caught Jiang Luoli by the waist, then gave her a slap on her delicate bottom.

To deal with such a mischievous little girl, you have to beat her into submission.

Slap!

A crisp sound rang out.

Jiang Luoli was stunned, her moist pretty eyes widening in disbelief.

Jiang Shengyi's expression also froze.

Jiang Rou, on the other hand, had a proud expression that seemed to say, "That's my son."

All the forces present awkwardly averted their eyes.

It was fortunate that Ye Xingyun had already fainted and been carried away. Otherwise, if he had seen his goddess being spanked by Jun Xiaoyao, wouldn't he have been so angry that one Buddha would emerge from the world and another would ascend to heaven?