Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

It was like thunder streaking across the sky, a booming reverberation resounding in everyone’s mind simultaneously.

A youthful legend, only spoken of in tales, appeared vividly before their eyes.

The impact of this moment was indescribable, making minds swirl with a dizzy sensation and an overwhelming sense of unreality.

It was as if a god had descended directly into the world.

Xia Chuqing’s small face turned rigid, almost suffocating with excitement.

She absolutely couldn’t have imagined that the person who rescued her was the legendary, invincible young Divine Son of the Jun Family.

”No wonder...” Xia Chuqing’s heart pounded, suffused with a tingling sensation.

How could an ordinary Celestial Pride slay a Great Saint Realm powerhouse?

Only a legend like Jun Xiaoyao could achieve such a feat.

Thinking of how she had been saved by such a legendary figure, and even embraced in his arms, Xia Chuqing felt almost giddy.

Happiness had arrived so suddenly!

Gazing at Jun Xiaoyao’s graceful and ethereal visage, Xia Chuqing wore a somewhat silly smile.

How could a young girl like her possibly resist Jun Xiaoyao’s charm, especially when he was her savior?

Even Xia Bingyun, who usually kept her emotions hidden and was known for her shrewdness, was momentarily unnerved.

She had suspected that the ghost-faced man’s identity might be significant and his origins astonishing.

But she hadn’t anticipated that he was the Divine Son of the Jun Family, celebrated along the Ancient Road.

Such a status, even she, the eldest daughter of the Xia Family, couldn’t compare.

What wealth, what strategies, were nothing before the grandeur of Jun Xiaoyao.

It’s no wonder Jun Xiaoyao did not regard her as an equal.

Because their statuses were simply not on the same plane.

As for Feng Xiaotian, who had personally unmasked Jun Xiaoyao, he was completely dumbfounded, petrified like stone.

He was utterly bewildered, his mind spinning, nearly fainting on the spot.

He had considered that beneath the ghost face might be some Immortal Inheritor.

Even so, he hadn’t been afraid, for he was a Daoist of the Wind Race, not of low status.

But now, seeing the indifferent face of Jun Xiaoyao, Feng Xiaotian was utterly shocked.

This was absurd, pretending to be harmless but was actually a fierce tiger.

This could cause a heart attack!

Jun Xiaoyao glanced playfully at the horrified Feng Xiaotian and said mildly, ”Now that you’ve seen, are you satisfied?”

With a thud, Feng Xiaotian’s legs gave way, and he fell directly to his knees.

Who could have imagined that the dignified Daoist of the Wind Race would be so scared that he knelt down!

”Jun... Jun Family’s Divine Son, I... I...” Feng Xiaotian stammered, his voice trembling.

Jun Xiaoyao’s reputation was accompanied by his decisiveness and ruthlessness.

Recalling his previous attitude towards Jun Xiaoyao, even thinking of flirting with Jun Xiaoyao’s woman, Feng Xiaotian felt as if his end had come.

As a mere Daoist of the Wind Race, he was but a trivial ant easily crushed by Jun Xiaoyao.

The Wind Race might not even dare to pursue this, and might instead have to apologize to Jun Xiaoyao.

Beside Jun Xiaoyao, Yan Rumeng massaged his shoulders, giggling, her eyes sparkling with interest as she watched Feng Xiaotian kneel.

Previously, Feng Xiaotian had tried to flirt with her, only to face rejection.

Fortunately, Feng Xiaotian hadn’t behaved excessively then, or he wouldn’t have survived to this day.

”I failed to recognize Mount Tai before me, please forgive me, Divine Son!” Feng Xiaotian kowtowed, his forehead thudding on the ground.

Before Xia Bingyun, he was kneeling, begging another man for forgiveness.

His image was utterly ruined.

Yet now, with his life at stake, the allure of beauty was long forgotten.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained indifferent; such ants were beneath his notice.

Luckily, Feng Xiaotian wasn’t foolish enough to recklessly provoke him despite having reservations earlier.

Otherwise, would he still be alive?

”Wind Race... Void Wind...” Jun Xiaoyao pondered for a moment.

”Divine Son, please spare our Daoist’s life.” The Quasi-Supreme Venerable of the Wind Race was forced to humble himself, bowing slightly to Jun Xiaoyao.

Though Feng Xiaotian was lacking, as the Daoist of the Wind Race, his fall in public would tarnish the race’s reputation.

Jun Xiaoyao did not reply, instead turning to Xia Bingyun, speaking calmly, ”Now, does this Divine Son have the privilege of inviting Miss Xia for a private conversation?”

Hearing this, Xia Bingyun quickly returned a salute, ”Bingyun is honored and thrilled to have the chance to converse privately with the Divine Son.”

Observing Xia Bingyun’s immediate shift in demeanor, everyone present was filled with emotions.

Prior to this, Xia Bingyun had been polite to the masked Jun Xiaoyao.

However, she had held a sense of her own identity, with no display of humility.

But now, after Jun Xiaoyao revealed his identity, this renowned heiress of the Xia Family showed a humble and ingratiating posture.

One has to admit, status and position are unavoidable burdens for any class.

Jun Xiaoyao stood up, and Xia Bingyun followed closely, almost like a handmaiden.

Only after they entered the interior chamber did the clamor and chatter resume among the crowd.

”My heavens, it really is the Divine Son of the Jun Family, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him so close.”

”I speculated earlier, but was unsure. Now, seeing that it’s the Divine Son of the Jun Family, dealing with an injured Great Saint makes sense.”

”But seeing him up close, the Divine Son is truly handsome, no wonder many Immortal Fairies and Divine Maidens are hopelessly in love with him.”

”It’s said that famed goddesses on the Ancient Road, like Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli, all have ambiguous ties with the Divine Son.”

”So what, if one isn’t dashing in their youth, when should they be? If I had the Divine Son’s looks, status, and abilities, I’d have a harem of three thousand, each day with a different beauty, never repeating for years,” some cultivators fantasized.

”Tch, you think the Divine Son is as vulgar as you? He must be a deeply affectionate, devoted person who cherishes his Dao Companion,” a female cultivator retorted, clicking her tongue.

The Xia Clan elders were speechless.

Earlier, they had considered winning Jun Xiaoyao as a son-in-law.

Now this idea seemed utterly laughable.

Not even one, but ten Xia Families together wouldn’t possibly succeed.

”If the young lady could establish a connection with the Divine Son, it would be profound for our Xia Family,” an elder’s eyes gleamed with spirit.

”Indeed, even if as a concubine, this could be our Xia Family’s opportunity to soar, potentially making us the leading giant of the Ten Thousand Races Business Alliance, controlling the entire league.”

Some Xia Family elders harbored ambitions.

The Xia Family Venerable’s eyes also shone brightly.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and missing it would leave the Xia Family regretting forever.

”Bingyun, you must seize this chance,” the Xia Family Venerable murmured, clenching his fist slightly in contemplation.