Chapter 30: The Heavenly King Covers the Earthly Tiger
The entire great hall was deathly silent.
The proud prodigy of the Archaic Ye Family, Ye Xingyun, was so enraged that he spat blood and fell unconscious.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the ten-year-old Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Ye Xingyun so effortlessly.
Even more striking was that, compared to Ye Xingyun’s sorry state, Jun Xiaoyao’s white robes remained pristine, without the slightest wrinkle.
This was no mere sparring match—it was an outright crushing!
“The Divine Child of the Jun Family is frightening indeed!” Many felt a chill at heart.
An elder with immortal bearing and white whiskers sighed as well: “A grand era is upon us, and the Divine Child of the Jun Family will be one of this generation’s brightest stars. He is destined to be recorded in the annals of history…”
“The one who just spoke is the elder from Daoji Tianzong—he once lectured in Beishan. It’s surprising that he has such high praise for the Jun Family’s Divine Child…”
Hearing that comment from the white-bearded elder, the Daoji Tianzong elder, everyone felt even more shock.
Meanwhile, the princess of the Great Shang Dynasty stared blankly, murmuring to herself, “Just one glimpse of the Divine Child, and no other man will ever catch my eye…”
Her words made many men feel their hearts shatter. She meant that, after seeing the Jun Family’s Divine Child, no other man could ever compare.
What kind of transcendent excellence must he possess for a princess to speak such words?
All eyes were now fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao himself remained perfectly calm. Defeating Ye Xingyun meant little to him.
“Thank you, Divine Child, for holding back. Our young master was merely too impulsive and got carried away without intending any offense.” Ye Xingyun’s old servant, Fu Bo, quickly explained, worried that Jun Xiaoyao might misunderstand.
Even though they had the Archaic Ye Family behind them, they certainly did not wish to provoke the Jun Family.
“Heh, I know. It was just a simple exchange,” Jun Xiaoyao said with a gracious smile.
At his words, everyone glanced at Ye Xingyun—covered in injuries, unconscious and spitting blood.
They called that a simple exchange? He was nearly beaten to death!
Even Fu Bo’s mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile. “You are most generous, Divine Child. This old servant will take the young master away.”
“Mm.” Jun Xiaoyao nodded casually.
Although Ye Xingyun belonged to the Archaic Ye Family, Jun Xiaoyao had no real intention of doing anything to him—he was just a fool driven by lust, after all.
With that, Fu Bo carried the unconscious Ye Xingyun away from the Jun Family, departing in disgrace.
“Heh, apologies for spoiling your enjoyment, everyone. Allow me to offer a toast.” Jun Xiaoyao swept his gaze across the hall, then raised his cup and drained it.
“Not at all, Divine Child, you’re too courteous.”
“Indeed, that battle was truly a sight to behold.”
No matter their faction—young or old—everyone rose to toast in return, and none dared remain seated.
Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also rose to toast. Only one figure stayed seated, not rising or lifting a cup in acknowledgment.
It was Jun Wanjie.
At that moment, Jun Wanjie wore a cool expression, dark eyes reflecting hidden lightning tribulation. A hint of gravity flickered in his gaze.
He had seen Jun Xiaoyao’s battle with Ye Xingyun just now and, to be honest, Jun Xiaoyao’s strength far exceeded his expectations. To possess the combat prowess of a top-tier genius at such a young age—what would it be like in a few years?
Jun Xiaoyao also noticed Jun Wanjie. “That must be the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie?”
“Born of a branch line, scorned by many, then unexpectedly obtained a supreme cultivation method—the Tribulation-Transcending Divine Art—awakened the Lightning Tribulation Battle Physique, and rose to prominence as the Fifth Sequence.
“Why does this scenario feel so familiar to me?” he mused inwardly.
Is this not the typical underdog storyline of picking up a supreme art and turning the tables? It’s even more clichéd than Xiao Chen’s ‘mysterious ring master’ template.
Still, Jun Xiaoyao paid it no great heed. As long as Jun Wanjie did not provoke him, he would not target him.
“Xiaoyao Brother, you looked so cool when you made your move!” Jiang Luoli’s bright eyes were fixed on Jun Xiaoyao, growing fonder by the second.
“It was nothing,” Jun Xiaoyao said, sipping his tea. He had no real interest in this little girl. After all, he was no copper alchemist, and besides, Jiang Luoli was too short. If they really married, he might well reach her stomach in one step, let alone anything else—especially given that his Archaic Sacred Physique granted him exceptional ability in the kidney domain…
Jiang Rou smiled from the side. “My child, are you tempted? How about settling things right now?”
At that, a blush crept over Jiang Luoli’s face. Twisting her jade-like fingers, she stammered shyly, “Mother…”
“Pff…cough, cough…” Jun Xiaoyao almost spat out his tea. But for the sake of appearances, he swallowed it down, coughing twice.
“What’s the matter, Xiaoyao? As your mother, I think Luoli is a good match,” Jiang Rou said.
“Heaven shakes, Earth trembles—Luoli stands at only 1.5 meters…” Jun Xiaoyao sighed softly.
“What? Xiaoyao Brother, are you calling me short?” Jiang Luoli’s eyes went wide as she lifted her fair chin to look up at Jun Xiaoyao.
She was twelve years old, two years older than Jun Xiaoyao, yet she only reached his chest. It was truly the definition of the cutest height difference.
“Isn’t that the truth?” Jun Xiaoyao raised a brow.
Grinding her tiny, pearly-white canine tooth, Jiang Luoli puffed out her cheeks. Her dark eyes flickered with a cunning light. She opened her small mouth and bit down on Jun Xiaoyao’s arm, aiming to leave a mark—a mark that belonged to her alone. Then he would never ignore or forget her.
But as soon as she bit down…
“Ah, ouch!” Jiang Luoli yelped in pain. One of her little canine teeth was nearly dislodged. She clutched her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.
“You knew I have an Archaic Sacred Physique, and yet you still bit me? Are you part dog?” Jun Xiaoyao was speechless. His Archaic Sacred Physique made his body as tough as a divine weapon—he could withstand and even shatter princely armaments with his bare hands at this stage. Leaving teeth marks on him was impossible.
Jun Xiaoyao casually wrapped an arm around Jiang Luoli’s waist and gave her a light swat on her bottom. This mischievous little girl needed to be subdued.
Smack! A crisp sound.
Jiang Luoli froze, her round eyes wide in disbelief.
Jiang Shengyi’s expression also stiffened.
Jiang Rou, on the other hand, wore a look of pride: that’s my son.
All the onlookers quickly averted their gaze in embarrassment. Lucky for Ye Xingyun that he had already been carried away unconscious; otherwise, seeing the goddess he admired getting her backside smacked by Jun Xiaoyao might have driven him into another fit of rage.