Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The women around Jun Xiaoyao are slender and curvaceous, each possessing their own unique charm.

Some are coldly elegant.

Some are lively.

Some are gentle.

Some are noble.

One could say that for other men, to win over even just one of them would be a fortune across three lifetimes.

But to Jun Xiaoyao, after seeing so much, it’s quite ordinary.

He is not a Saint with a clear mind and few desires, nor is he reckless and uncontrolled.

Before truly reaching his goals, he wouldn’t stop for anyone.

”What, am I not welcome? If so, I’ll just leave,” Jun Mulan said, teasingly adjusting her heavy chest.

”Feel free, everyone,” Jun Xiaoyao shook his head with a gentle smile.

”Brother Xiaoyao, with so many beauties around you, you should be satisfied. This is my Seven-step Fall,”

Little Demon Immortal giggled, producing a large jug of fine wine.

Seven-step Fall, meaning drinking it will cause you to fall after seven steps.

”Brother Xiaoyao, let me pour wine for you!” Jiang Luoli eagerly took the wine glass, ready to serve Jun Xiaoyao.

Yan Qingying then sat on Jun Xiaoyao’s other side, massaging his legs.

Jun Xuehuang, in a small blue outfit, massaged his back on the opposite side.

In a sense, it was almost like a group activity.

Jun Xiaoyao took the wine Jiang Luoli poured for him and downed it in one gulp.

”Is this what it feels like to wake to the power to kill and sleep with beauties on one’s knees? No wonder everyone wishes to be an emperor.”

”But I, Jun Xiaoyao, am ten thousand times more carefree than any emperor!”

Jun Xiaoyao smiled and, feeling unsatisfied, tossed away the glass, grabbed the jug and started drinking directly.

”Brother Xiaoyao, are you trying to be drunk for three years!” Little Demon Immortal exclaimed.

With an entire jug down, though it might not lead to death by drinking, any regular Celestial Pride would certainly be drunk for years.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, was unconcerned.

With his constitution and cultivation, he wouldn’t get drunk.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao didn’t deliberately suppress the feeling of intoxication; he wanted to get drunk.

While he drank generously, he casually recited:

”Born as the leader among men, only I shall live as long as Heaven itself.”

”Both feet toppling the secular waves, one shoulder carrying the woes of ancient and modern times!”

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”Thirty achievements turn into dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road cloud and moon.”

”Do not wait idly and let white hair cover your young head, crying in vain!”

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”Eastward the great river flows, washing away all ancient heroes, with only me—carefree!”

Jun Xiaoyao guzzled the wine like a torrent, his black hair fluttering, carefree and unrestrained, like an Immortal within the wine.

With his chanting, an aura of arrogance rushed into the sky, stirring sun, moon, and stars and shaking the nine heavens!

At that moment, the entire Hangu Pass trembled!

”What’s happening, what’s going on?”

”It’s the Jun Family’s Divine Son, it seems he is...reciting poetry!”

”The Jun Family’s Divine Son has such a refined interest to compose poetry and prose?”

”Born as the leader among men, only I shall live as long as Heaven itself, is the Jun Family’s Divine Son comparing himself to Heaven, challenging the Heavenly Dao?” a shocked Celestial Pride murmured as they savored the verse.

”Do not wait idly and let white hair cover your young head, crying in vain...” Some cultivators mumbled, feeling inexplicably moved, tears streaming down their faces.

This Emperor’s Road is too cruel.

So cruel that some Celestial Pride’s Dao Hearts crumble, unable to persist.

Some lapse into despair within the Emperor Pass, while others prepare to retreat and return home.

But at this moment, hearing the verse, some Celestial Prides’ eyes gradually ignite with the flames of resolve.

”The Jun Family’s Divine Son gambles with Heaven with such heroic fervor, what are our small hardships in comparison?”

”Indeed, do not wait idly, let white hair cover your young head, crying in vain. This path, I must continue forward!”

”Even if destined for ordinariness in the end, I want to struggle until death. This is my path!”

Many cultivators, infected by the spirit, had reddened eyes.

Some even bowed deeply at ninety degrees toward the residence of Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao’s words woke the dreamers.

They realized what it meant to fight Heaven with joy!

And now, beside the spiritual spring in the courtyard.

All the women present appeared captivated beyond measure.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao, draped in simple white attire, holding a jug of wine in one hand, composing poetry and prose, emanated a spirit spanning heaven and earth!

His figure swayed, seeming drunk and yet not, an unparalleled elegance.

His drunken demeanor was like Jade Mountain on the brink of collapse.

What a mesmerizing scene it was.

It could capture the heart of any woman instantly.

But unfortunately, only the women present could appreciate it.

”Eastward the great river flows, washing away all ancient heroes, with only me—carefree...” Jiang Shengyi murmured, the more she savored it, the more she adored it.

This was her beloved, a peerlessly graceful man whose heart contained sun and moon, his spirit shook the universe!

”Brother Xiaoyao...” Jiang Luoli listened, utterly entranced.

Jun Xiaoyao was so outstanding, outstanding to the extent that she couldn’t extricate herself.

”I didn’t expect Brother Xiaoyao to be like this when drunk; he seems a bit...too handsome...” Little Demon Immortal’s face blushed.

Her earlier joke about finding a way to become Jun Xiaoyao’s concubine had an element of jest.

But now, she found herself truly a little moved.

”Unrivaled talent in the world, astounding talent throughout the ages.” Mu Yuehan sighed in a daze, muttering to herself.

She never imagined that Jun Xiaoyao, not only possessing peerless talent and matchless power but also had such refined artistic sentiment.

A casual verse filled with unrestrained spirit, could serve as a classic, passed down through ages.

Proud as Princess Long Ji, at this moment, only felt admiration, with her eyes unable to hold back the repeated glints of brilliance.

The word ’perfect’ seemed crafted for Jun Xiaoyao.

”This boy Xiaoyao really loves to show off...” Jun Mulan murmured.

Though she said this, her face was slightly red.

It’s hard to imagine, this tomboyish woman could also blush.

In the end, Jun Xiaoyao succumbed to intoxication.

He let himself be drunk on purpose.

Otherwise, not even ten thousand jugs of Seven-step Fall would give him a hint of drunkenness.

Jiang Shengyi and the other women were also drunk.

Not with wine, but intoxicated by Jun Xiaoyao.

The next day.

When they awoke, they found Jun Xiaoyao’s figure absent.

”Xiaoyao...” Jiang Shengyi’s heart suddenly trembled.

They still needed to refine the Seal of Daoist Proof within Hangu Pass, so they couldn’t set off on the Ultimate Ancient Road that early.

Just then, there was a tumult of noise outside the courtyard.

Jiang Shengyi and the other women dressed and exit, seeing Jun Mo Xiao and others.

”Where is he?” Jiang Shengyi asked tensely.

Jiang Luoli and others were also anxious.

Jun Mo Xiao sighed slightly, ”Go to the city gate and see.”

Then, the group made their way to the entrance of Hangu Pass.

They found a large crowd of Celestial Prides gathered there, even Venerable Du Tuo was present.

All their gazes were fixed on the city wall.

Jiang Shengyi looked over and saw two lines carved in flowing calligraphy on the wall.

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When I prove the Dao and become immortal, dare to make the sun and moon renew the heavens!

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The boldness of the strokes, startling through the ages, charged with heroic spirit!

Among the young generation, only one possesses such courage...

Jun Xiaoyao!

”He’s already gone...”

Jiang Shengyi murmured in a trance, a tear sliding down the corner of her eye.

No farewell.

No goodbyes.

Jun Xiaoyao, after a night of drunkenness, ventured alone, setting foot on the Ultimate Ancient Road.

The strong ones are always solitary.