Chapter 106

In Ji Yanran's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was a figure that only existed in legends.

Now that Ji Yanran knew Jun Xiaoyao's true identity, she was rooted to the spot.

This was too dreamy, too unrealistic!

"Why are you standing there like a fool?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Qin … Ji Yanran greets … greets Lord Son Of God!" Ji Yanran stuttered and bowed to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Alright, come on up." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

He was used to this kind of humble and respectful attitude.

Ji Yanran was nervous and excited. Her face was red as she jumped onto the back of the nine-headed lion.

The nine-headed lion could be big or small. It could carry a hundred people without a problem.

Ji Yanran stood behind and looked at Jun Xiaoyao with respect and admiration.

"Don't worry, Yang Pan will pay the price." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

He didn't want to avenge Ji Yanran. He just wanted to take advantage of Yang Pan.

But in Ji Yanran's eyes, this was revenge for her.

"Thank you, Lord Son Of God!" Ji Yanran's voice was trembling.

Others might not be able to defeat the Marquis Champion.

But Ji Yanran believed that Jun Xiaoyao could do it.

When the cultivators who were attracted by the nine-headed lion saw the transcendent figure standing on the nine-headed lion, their eyes widened and they sucked in a deep breath.

"Is … is that the Son Of God of the Jun Family?"

"Yes, he is. He has the ability to tame the nine-headed lion and make it his mount. And his aura is so strong. There is no one else other than the Son Of God of the Jun Family!"

"Hiss … Someone said that the Son Of God of the Jun Family was afraid of the Marquis Champion. Who would have thought that the Son Of God was already here?"

"I'm afraid the Son Of God doesn't care about the Marquis Champion at all."

In all directions, there was an uproar.

Many curious, passionate, worshipful, and surprised gazes fell upon Jun Xiaoyao in unison.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Sometimes, being too famous was also a kind of trouble.

The nine-headed lion carried Jun Xiaoyao and Qin Xuan into the sky.

Jun Xiaoyao looked into the distance in the direction of the Forbidden City.

"The Marquis of Champion has been jumping around for so long. It's time to give him a slap and wake him up to reality," Jun Xiaoyao said with his hands behind his back.

…

Imperial Palace, Forbidden City.

The four forces had gathered, and the atmosphere was extremely noisy.

From time to time, forces would arrive and take their seats.

At this moment, two phoenix cries suddenly resounded in the sky.

Two dazzling golden phoenixes pulled two carriages across the void.

"That's … Myriad Phoenix Spirit Mountain!" Many cultivators raised their heads and looked over.

As a top Archean royalty on par with Zulong, the prestige and deterrence of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain was no less than the former.

Two red streams of light flashed out of the chariots. They were Huang Xuanyi and Feng Qingling.

Both of them had wings on their backs.

Feng Qingling's skin was snow-white, and her red eyes were crystal clear. Her expression was cold, and she was not very good-looking.

Obviously, she was still brooding over what had happened in the Immortal Jade Tower.

That kind of embarrassing experience was like a nightmare for a noble lady like her.

Huang Xuanyi, on the other hand, was wearing a red robe with wings on his shoulders.

He looked very handsome, and there was a red mark between his eyebrows. It was very mysterious.

"It's Huang Xuanyi and Feng Qingling. These two are quite famous geniuses of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain."

"But I heard that Feng Qingling was taught a lesson by a mysterious genius in the Immortal Jade Tower."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let others hear you. Disaster will befall you," a cultivator hurriedly warned.

Nothing good would come out of offending the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain.

Feng Qingling heard the faint discussion, and her face turned even uglier.

"Qingling, with your strength, you shouldn't have been defeated so easily," Huang Xuanyi said.

"That guy's physical strength is even more terrifying than our Archean royalty." Feng Qingling's tone was full of resentment.

"Do you think it could be the Son Of God of the Jun Family, who has the Sacred Body of the Ancients?" Huang Xuanyi guessed.

Huang Xuanyi couldn't think of any physique more terrifying than the Archean royalty, except for a few physiques such as the Sacred Body of the Human Race.

"The Son Of God of the Jun Family?" Feng Qingling's delicate body suddenly trembled.

She didn't think of it before because she heard that Jun Xiaoyao didn't come to the Jin Dynasty in Panwu.

Moreover, it was impossible that everyone with a strong physical body was Jun Xiaoyao.

But now that Feng Qingling thought about it carefully, she felt that it was not impossible.

"Heh, it seems that it's most likely," Huang Xuanyi said.

"If it's really him, then the Son Of God of the Jun Family is even more terrifying than the rumors say." Feng Qingling was very afraid.

When they first left Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, they said that Jun Xiaoyao would be at a disadvantage if he underestimated them.

But now, Feng Qingling was the one who suffered a big loss.

"Don't worry. When the time comes, let me meet Jun Xiaoyao," Huang Xuanyi said in a calm tone.

His eyes seemed to be burning with a scarlet-gold flame.

As the top genius of Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, when had he ever been afraid of anyone?

"Xuanyi, you must help me get revenge," Feng Qingling said through gritted teeth.

Until now, her jade-like arm was still aching.

The two of them talked and went to the VIP seats.

In another sky, a carriage came through the air.

Seeing the flag on the carriage, many people were surprised.

"The Ye Family of the Ancients is here."

Two figures flashed out of the carriage. It was Ye Xingyun and his old servant, Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu looked at Ye Xingyun with a hint of relief.

Ever since Ye Xingyun suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Jun Xiaoyao, he seemed to have become a different person after returning to the Ye Family.

He was in seclusion all day, immersing himself in cultivation.

His personality was also much more mature than before, washing away the arrogance and impulsiveness of a young man.

"Jun Xiaoyao, will you show up?" Ye Xingyun muttered to himself.

Not long after Ye Xingyun and the others took their seats.

On the other side, flying ancient beasts pulled a chariot again.

"That's the Wang Family of the Northern Region!" Some people from the major forces widened their eyes.

The Wang Family of the Northern Region was located in the northernmost part of the Huangtian Mystic Realm. It was a famous Clan of the Ancients in the Northern Region, occupying more than 30 prefectures.

It was known as the overlord of the Northern Region.

"The Wang Family of the Northern Region is here. Is the Young Emperor of the Wang Family here to compete for the position of the Prince Consort?" Some cultivators looked over.

The most famous member of the Wang Family of the Northern Region was their genius, the Young Emperor of the Wang Family, Wang Teng.

He was a man who was described by his father as having the bearing of a Great Emperor.

Wang Teng rarely entered the world. He spent most of his time in seclusion.

However, every time he entered the world, there would be a group of geniuses challenging him. In the end, no one was a match for Wang Teng.

Therefore, Wang Teng's name began to spread throughout the Huangtian Mystic Realm.

"Tsk, tsk. If the Young Emperor of the Wang Family is here this time, it will be interesting."

"Yeah. Son Of God, Young Emperor, Marquis Champion. Which one of them isn't amazing?"

Many people were looking forward to the clash between the Son Of God of the Jun Family, the Young Emperor of the Wang Family, and the Marquis Champion of the Jin Dynasty.