Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Uninvited Guest, Long Haotian Arrives—Just a Few Loaches

With me here, what worry does the Jun Family have about not producing a Great Emperor!

Jun Xiaoyao’s words were magnificent, like swallowing vast mountains and rivers!

The entire grand hall, and even the whole Jun Family, seemed to resonate with Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

Immediately, the expressions of all the figures from various great forces who came to attend the banquet stiffened in unison!

Rumble!

The winds and clouds of the Nine Heavens changed color, thunder rolled, as if all were echoing Jun Xiaoyao’s words!

Words are not to be spoken carelessly.

Some words carry great causality.

”The Jun Family’s Divine Son indeed has invincible spirit!”

”Hearing the Divine Son’s words, could it be he has the confidence to attain the position of Great Emperor?”

This era’s Emperor’s Road has become interesting...”

Many senior powerhouses sighed with emotion.

And the beauties from each great force also found their hearts shaken by Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

Which beautiful woman doesn’t wish to be with a hero?

”A true man should be like this...” The Da Shang Princess sighed, her heart already fallen.

As for Jiang Luoli, she was almost drooling from her mouth, showing none of the image of the Jiang Family’s beloved pearl.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care about the others’ gazes, but instead, he gazed down from on high upon Jun Wanjie, faintly saying, ”Is this answer satisfactory to you?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s rhetorical question made Jun Wanjie’s throat choke, his face somber, and he was left speechless.

Because just now, even he was almost intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao’s invincible spirit.

And at this moment, from deep within the Jun Family, an aged voice faintly uttered a single word.

”Good.”

One word made everyone’s face change dramatically.

”It’s the Eighteenth Ancestor!” Jun Zhantian’s tone was slightly trembling.

The Eighteenth Ancestor is a figure of the ancestor level in the Jun Family, rarely appearing.

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

This time, although the Eighteenth Ancestor still did not appear, that single ”good” word was clearly in praise of Jun Xiaoyao’s grand spirit.

Proving the Path to Emperor is not something that anyone dares to boast about lightly.

Even some top celestial prides would feel uncertain and unsure of it.

Having heard the Eighteenth Ancestor speak, what more could Jun Wanjie say?

No matter how haughty or domineering his temperament, even if given a hundred more guts, he wouldn’t dare to defy the Eighteenth Ancestor.

”It was my rudeness. I have other matters to attend to, so I take my leave.”

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

If he stayed any longer, it would only make him feel more frustrated.

Jun Zhantian’s expression slightly eased upon seeing this.

Though Jun Wanjie’s temperament was somewhat hostile and overbearing, at least he wasn’t a fool and knew to see the bigger picture.

If he had refused to relent and ended up fighting with Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would have truly disgraced the Jun Family.

Jun Xiaoyao watched the departing back of Jun Wanjie, pondering the coldness in his previous gaze.

He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling to give up.

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

”Jun Wanjie, I hope you don’t act as foolishly as Xiao Chen, otherwise, even if you’re from the Jun Family, I won’t hold back.” Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Any obstacles in his way would be swept aside.

Whether these obstacles came from outside or within the family.

As Jun Wanjie left, the atmosphere of the grand hall returned to normal.

”Congratulations, Divine Son.” Jun Xuehuang stood up and raised a glass to Jun Xiaoyao.

She harbored no hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao as Jun Wanjie did, only a slight envy at most.

”Thank you.” Jun Xiaoyao smiled and raised his glass in return.

He always appreciated those who understood the bigger picture.

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

He no longer referred to Jun Xiaoyao as his Xiaoyao Clan Brother, for he knew he no longer had that qualification.

The identity of the Divine Son combined with the Zero Sequence.

In the younger generation of the Jun Family, no one’s status or position surpassed Jun Xiaoyao’s.

Even those who had been secluding in training as the First Sequence, or those training externally as the Second Sequence, Third Sequence, etc., did not have a higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.

”I really wonder, if those few knew that their Xiaoyao Clan Brother had become the Zero Sequence, what would their attitudes be?” Jun Zhangjian thought to himself.

Though also among the Jun Family Sequences, Jun Zhangjian didn’t even have the courage to draw his sword against the top-ranked Sequences.

To become a top Sequence in the Jun Family, none were simple individuals; if not born with Heavy Pupils, then they possessed some kind of taboo inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally understood those Sequences were not simple.

However, he believed that with his talent and strength, any trouble would be settled.

As the banquet continued,

Jun Xiaoyao was contemplating why the system had not yet prompted him to sign in.

And just then, from the skies outside the Jun Family Mountain Gate, a voice suddenly echoed with arrogance and coldly mocking banter.

”Jun Family’s Divine Son, your tone is indeed arrogant, but I wonder, does your strength match your tone?”

Upon hearing this voice, everyone in the grand hall shivered.

Who owned this voice?

Daring to speak such words at the Jun Family’s Divine Son’s tenth birthday banquet.

If desiring death, this was certainly not the way to seek it!

Outside the grand hall, many from various forces looked towards the sky outside.

In the distant horizon, a flood dragon with green wings crossed the firmament, carrying a group of people atop it.

Whether bearing double horns on their heads, or wings upon their backs, or scales on their bodies, at a glance, they did not resemble the Human Race.

Leading them was a young man dressed in luxurious golden clothing, dragon horns growing from his head, his demeanor wildly arrogant and unruly.

It was his words which had just been uttered.

”That is... the Dragon Child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest of the Ancient Royal Family!” an elder from a powerful force inhaled deeply and said.

The Ancient Royal Family is a superpower comparable to the Ancient Desolate Family, Supreme Great Sect, and Immortal Divine Dynasty levels.

The Ancient Emperors of the Ancient Royal Family could rival the Great Emperors of the Human Race.

In certain eras, they even dominated the Immortal Realm, standing above billions of creatures.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest is a top-notch force within the Ancient Royal Family, on par with the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain and Qilin Ancient Cave among the top imperial races.

And now, the Dragon Child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had come to the Jun Family’s Divine Son’s tenth birthday banquet.

Unless one is a fool, they should know that the Ancestral Dragon Nest has arrived with aggression, not in goodwill.

Some people recalled the grievances between the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun Family, eyes flickering with interest.

It seems today, there will be another good show to watch.

”Ancestral Dragon Nest?” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He had indeed heard Jun Zhantian mention this force before.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was considered a rival force to the Jun Family.

In this era, the Ancestral Dragon Nest had produced a taboo first-generation dragon, Long Aotian, who possessed the Emperor Dragon’s Blood and had once crushed many young celestial prides of the Jun Family.

Of course, the Jun Family’s Sequences had also slaughtered the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s celestial prides.

The relationship between the two forces was utterly irreconcilable.

Even his father, White-clothed Divine King Jun Wuhui, had once slaughtered a Quasi-Supreme Venerable of the Ancestral Dragon Nest in the Saint Realm, which became Jun Wuhui’s famous battle.

”Hmph, what bad luck.” Jun Zhantian’s face was somber.

Of course, they wouldn’t have invited the Ancestral Dragon Nest to the banquet.

”What, the Jun Family, a dignified Ancient Desolate Family, dares not even let others enter the gate?” Long Haotian’s demeanor was wildly arrogant, his tone unruly.

With these words, Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and the other sequences were all stirred with anger.

This Dragon Child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest truly was arrogant.

”Grandfather, let them in. They are just a few loaches, after all.”

Jun Xiaoyao stood with hands behind his back, expression calm and indifferent.