Chapter 40

Jun Xiaoyao's tenth birthday banquet came to a close amidst the tumultuous and shocking events.

The patriarchs, elders, and young prodigies of various major forces left the Jun family with their shock and amazement still lingering on their faces.

In their eyes, what they had witnessed at the Jun family was simply mind-blowing.

Especially the Jun family's divine son, who was like an emperor in his youth, exuding an invincible aura.

Whether it was the Starry Heaven Body of the Ye family or the dragon sons of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, in his hands, they were like soft persimmons, easily manipulated.

Some young prodigies, when compared to the Jun family's divine son, could not help but sigh and feel despair.

With the Primordial Sage Body and the Supreme Bone, Jun Xiaoyao's talent could no longer be described as monstrous; he was simply born with the demeanor of an emperor.

With Jun Xiaoyao around, where was there any place for others in this world?

Even some of the older generation lamented that with Jun Xiaoyao's current cultivation speed, in a few years, wouldn't he surpass all these old seniors?

Of course, apart from Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also performed admirably, capable of easily slaying the pride of the ancient royal clans.

The most shocking of all was the eighteenth ancestor of the Jun family, who never showed his face throughout the event.

An old ancestor buried in the Jun family's ancestral hall for countless years.

Three swords to slay a quasi-supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, leaving everyone in awe.

Everyone knew that after this tenth birthday banquet, the long-peaceful Immortal Domain of the Wasteland Heaven would soon be in turmoil.

Not long after the Jun family's banquet ended.

In the vast land of Hongzhou, at the headquarters of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, a roar of a dragon echoed, shaking the heavens and causing stars to fall.

All the living beings in Hongzhou felt as if they were facing a vast and overwhelming heavenly might that could destroy the world.

"Is it the supreme of the Ancestral Dragon Nest? Why is he so angry?" a living being in Hongzhou said with a pale face.

The news of the Jun family's banquet would take some time to spread, so they were unaware of what had happened.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Nest, many powerful divine thoughts were exchanging.

"Restrain your anger. What good does it do to be so angry? Are you going to attack the Jun family?"

"That brat of the Jun family dared to kill the dragon son of my lineage, he must be punished!"

"And that Jun Eighteenth, he actually dared to kill the Dark Dragon. Does he not fear our Ancestral Dragon Nest at all?"

The voice of anger said coldly.

"Jun Eighteenth is a madman. It's too difficult to kill him..."

"Should we inform Aotian about this?" another powerful figure of the Ancestral Dragon Nest transmitted a divine thought.

"No need. Long Aotian is currently in seclusion, refining his fifth dragon essence. Once he refines all seven dragon essences and combines them with the Imperial Dragon Blood, he will be able to dominate the young generation of the Immortal Domain, even the Jun family's divine son can be easily slain!"

"Good, I look forward to the day Aotian slays the Jun family's divine son!"

"And the Jun family, they will surely pay with blood in the future!"

...

On the other side, in the void, a divine bird pulled a carriage through the air.

Inside the carriage, a young man in blue, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, slowly woke up.

It was Ye Xingyun.

"Ouch... it hurts..."

As Ye Xingyun moved, he felt as if his body was about to fall apart, his face pale with pain.

"Master, you're awake." Uncle Fu said beside him.

"I'm..." Ye Xingyun was initially dazed, but then he finally recalled everything that happened at the banquet.

A deep sense of humiliation spread through his heart.

As the pride of the ancient Ye family, when had Ye Xingyun ever suffered such a loss?

Especially in front of his goddess.

"Jun Xiaoyao..." Ye Xingyun gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Master, that divine son of the Jun family is not to be provoked. I heard that he not only has the Primordial Sage Body but also possesses a Supreme Bone, and he even easily killed the dragon son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest." Uncle Fu sighed.

"What, is that true!?" Ye Xingyun was stunned, almost unable to believe his ears.

During their battle, Jun Xiaoyao had actually held back, not even revealing his Supreme Bone.

Ye Xingyun felt even more humiliated, realizing that Jun Xiaoyao had never taken him seriously.

"Damn..." Ye Xingyun was both angry and ashamed.

Suddenly, a vague memory flashed through his mind.

He seemed to see a grand star palace and a majestic figure draped in the sun, moon, and stars, facing away from him.

"What is that, a dream? Or..." Ye Xingyun muttered to himself.

He knew that in this world, there were some reincarnated sages and even emperors.

Those reincarnated prodigies were truly extraordinary, their vision and cultivation far surpassing ordinary prodigies.

For example, the forbidden prodigy of their ancient Ye family, Ye Gucheng, was rumored to be the reincarnation of the ancient sword demon, Dugu Wubai.

That sword demon, according to historical records, had once killed a quasi-emperor with his Slaying Emperor Sword, incredibly powerful.

"Could I also be the reincarnation of some supreme being, and that star palace, a treasure left for me?" Ye Xingyun thought.

This possibility was very high.

As time passed, he would awaken more memories, and then he might find that star palace and inherit all the opportunities of that supreme being.

"Jun Xiaoyao, the tide of fortune will turn. Once I awaken my memories, I will rise to power."

"And Lu Li, I will make you understand who truly deserves you!"

Ye Xingyun was reinvigorated, feeling that he was about to take off!

...

On the Jun family's side.

After the banquet, Jun Xiaoyao was being relentlessly harassed by Jiang Luoli.

Although she should have returned to the Jiang family, Jiang Luoli refused to leave.

The girl that Ye Xingyun had longed for was now a stubborn sticker to Jun Xiaoyao, impossible to shake off.

"Xiaoyao, do you need a servant to serve you tea and water?"

"Linglong is here."

"Xiaoyao, do you need a servant to wash and fold clothes?"

"Linglong is here."

"Xiaoyao, do you need a servant to warm your bed?"

"Linglong... cough, what are you talking about?" Jun Xiaoyao coughed, feeling extremely annoyed.

In the end, even Jiang Rou started to urge him to get married.

"Mother, the eighteenth ancestor needs me, I'll take my leave." Unable to bear the harassment of the women, Jun Xiaoyao slipped away.

"Hmph, Xiaoyao, Luoli won't give up!" Jiang Luoli clenched her fists, like a fanatical fan.

Here, Jun Xiaoyao also arrived at the deepest part of the Jun family's ancestral grounds, where he saw the eighteenth ancestor.

The eighteenth ancestor, dressed in gray robes, with white hair, sat cross-legged in the void.

Around him, the sun and moon seemed to revolve, life and death were silent, the heavens collapsed, and the star rivers reversed, creating a terrifying scene.

His aura was so powerful that it was unimaginable, making one feel as if they were facing the heavens.

No wonder he had the ability to slay a quasi-supreme with three swords.

Jun Xiaoyao secretly marveled that no elder of the Jun family was simple.

Not to mention, the Jun family seemed to have seventeen more like the eighteenth ancestor!

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, the eighteenth ancestor's old face rarely 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 apart the dragon son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest was a great honor for the Jun family.

"May I ask, why did the ancestor summon me?" Jun Xiaoyao bowed slightly, calmly.

Facing the eighteenth ancestor, even some clan elders would be somewhat nervous and very restrained.

But Jun Xiaoyao was calm and composed.

This made the eighteenth ancestor even more satisfied.

With the Primordial Sage Body and the Supreme Bone, his talent was unquestionable.

But what was even more rare was that Jun Xiaoyao's temperament was so steady and composed, not at all like a ten-year-old boy.

"Do you not want to learn the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique?" the eighteenth ancestor smiled faintly.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.