Sacred Body of the Immortals

"With me here, why should the Jun family worry about not producing an Emperor!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words were imposing, as if swallowing mountains and rivers for thousands of miles!

The entire hall, and even the whole Jun family, seemed to echo with Jun Xiaoyao's words.

At that moment, all the figures from various powerful factions who had come to attend the banquet had their expressions simultaneously frozen!

Boom!

The nine heavens changed color, thunder rumbled, as if in agreement with Jun Xiaoyao's words!

Words are not to be spoken carelessly.

Some words will bear great consequences.

"The Jun family's Divine Son has an invincible spirit!"

"Hearing the Divine Son's words, could it be that he has confidence in attaining the position of Emperor?"

"This era's path to Emperor has become interesting..."

Many of the older generation of powerhouses were sighing with emotion.

And the beauties from various factions were also moved by Jun Xiaoyao's words, their hearts stirring.

Which beauty doesn't hope to be paired with a hero?

"A true man should be like this..." The Dashang Princess sighed, her heart already captivated.

As for Jiang Luori, she was almost drooling, completely losing the image of the Jiang family's precious daughter.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay attention to others' gazes, but looked down at Jun Wanjie with a lofty gaze, saying calmly: "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jun Xiaoyao's rhetorical question made Jun Wanjie choke, his face sinking, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.

Because just now, even he had almost been overwhelmed by Jun Xiaoyao's invincible aura.

At this moment, from deep within the Jun family, an old voice faintly uttered a single word.

"Good."

One word caused everyone's expressions to change drastically.

"It's the Eighteenth Ancestor!" Jun Zhantian's voice trembled slightly.

The Eighteenth Ancestor was an elder-level figure in the Jun family, rarely making an appearance.

The last time he appeared was when Jun Xiaoyao was born.

This time, although the Eighteenth Ancestor still didn't appear in person, that single word of praise was clearly appreciating Jun Xiaoyao's grand spirit.

Becoming an Emperor through cultivation wasn't something just anyone dared to boast about so casually.

Even some top-tier geniuses would feel insecure and uncertain inside.

Hearing that even the Eighteenth Ancestor had spoken, what more could Jun Wanjie say?

No matter how cold and domineering his personality was, even if he had a hundred times more courage, he wouldn't dare to offend the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"It was Wanjie who was disrespectful. I have other matters to attend to, farewell."

Jun Wanjie gave Jun Xiaoyao a cold look, then without any hesitation, turned and left.

Staying here would only add to his frustration.

Seeing this, Jun Zhantian's expression softened slightly.

Although this Jun Wanjie had a somewhat perverse and overbearing personality, at least he wasn't a fool and still knew how to behave properly.

If he had been unwilling to let it go and ended up fighting with Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would have truly been a loss of face for the Jun family.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie's departing figure, thinking of his cold gaze from earlier.

He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling to accept it.

Even if he temporarily backed down now, he would cause trouble for him in the future.

"Jun Wanjie, I hope you're not as stupid as Xiao Chen. Otherwise, even if you're a member of the Jun family, I won't show any mercy," Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Any obstacle in his path, he would sweep aside.

Whether that obstacle came from outside or from within the family.

With Jun Wanjie's departure, the atmosphere in the great hall returned to normal.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Xuehuang stood up and raised her cup to Jun Xiaoyao.

She didn't harbor hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao like Jun Wanjie did, at most just a little envy.

"Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and raised his cup in return.

He always appreciated people who knew how to behave properly.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Zhangjian also stood up to offer his congratulations.

He no longer addressed Jun Xiaoyao as "Cousin Xiaoyao," because he knew he no longer had that privilege.

Divine Son status plus Zero Sequence.

Among the younger generation of the Jun family, there probably wasn't anyone with a higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.

Even those who were in closed cultivation like the First Sequence, or those out gaining experience like the Second and Third Sequences, their status was not equal to Jun Xiaoyao's.

"I really don't know how those few would react if they knew Cousin Xiaoyao had become the Zero Sequence," Jun Zhangjian thought to himself.

Although they were all part of the Jun family's sequence, Jun Zhangjian didn't even have the courage to draw his sword against the top-ranked sequences.

Those who could become the top few sequences of the Jun family were all extraordinary individuals, either possessing special pupils or some kind of forbidden inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew those sequences weren't simple.

However, he believed that with his talent and strength, he could overcome any trouble.

The banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao was pondering why the system hadn't prompted him to check in yet.

Just then, outside the Jun family's mountain gate, a voice suddenly rang out from the sky, filled with arrogance and cold mockery.

"Jun family's Divine Son, your words are indeed arrogant, but I wonder if your strength matches your words?"

Hearing this voice, everyone in the great hall trembled.

Whose voice was this?

Who dared to say such things at the Jun family Divine Son's ten-year-old banquet?

This wasn't just asking for death, it was choosing the worst possible way to die!

Outside the great hall, people from various factions looked towards the sky outside.

In the distant sky, a blue-winged Flood Dragon crossed the heavens, with a group of people standing on it.

Some had horns growing from their heads, some had wings on their backs, some had scales on their bodies – at a glance, they didn't look like humans.

The leading youth wore golden robes, with two dragon horns growing from his head, his demeanor arrogant and domineering.

The earlier words had come from his mouth.

"That's... the Dragon Son of the Ancient Royal Clan, the Dragon's Nest!" an elder from a major faction inhaled sharply.

The Ancient Royal Clans were super-powerful factions on par with Archaic Family Clans, Supreme Sects, and Immortal Dynasties.

The Ancient Emperors of the Ancient Royal Clans were comparable to human Emperors.

In some eras, Ancient Emperors even dominated the Immortal Realm, standing above countless living beings.

The Dragon's Nest was a top-tier force among the Ancient Royal Clans, on par with other top clans like the Phoenix Spirit Mountain and the Qilin Ancient Cave.

And now, the Dragon Son of the Dragon's Nest had actually come to the Jun family Divine Son's ten-year-old banquet.

Anyone who wasn't a fool should know that the Dragon's Nest didn't come with good intentions; those with good intentions wouldn't have come.

Some people thought of the grudge between the Dragon's Nest and the Jun family, their eyes flickering with light.

It seemed that today, they would witness another good show.

"Dragon's Nest?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this force before.

The Dragon's Nest was considered an enemy of the Jun family.

In this era, the Dragon's Nest had produced a forbidden first-generation dragon named Long Aotian, who possessed the blood of the Emperor Dragon and had once crushed multiple young geniuses from the Jun family.

Of course, the Jun family's sequences had also killed prodigies from the Dragon's Nest before.

The two forces were like fire and water, incompatible.

Even his father, the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui, had killed a quasi-Supreme Being from the Dragon's Nest when he was still at the Saint realm, which was considered Jun Wuhui's rise to fame.

"Hmph, how unlucky," Jun Zhantian's face darkened.

They certainly wouldn't have invited the Dragon's Nest to attend the banquet.

"What's wrong? Is the mighty Archaic Family Clan Jun family too afraid to even let people enter?" Long Haotian's demeanor was arrogant, his tone domineering.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and other sequences all felt anger rising in their hearts.

This Dragon Son of the Dragon's Nest was truly arrogant.

"Grandfather, let them in. They're just a few mudfish after all," Jun Xiaoyao said, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and indifferent.