Chapter 33: Truly an Old Bag Holder
Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate but spoke directly.
As soon as he said this, all the cultivators present were stunned for a moment, then they couldn’t help feeling impressed.
Indeed worthy of being the Divine Child of the Jun Family—he even dared to call the Dragon Child from the Ancestral Dragon Nest a “mudfish.”
Long Haotian was not deaf; clearly, he also heard Jun Xiaoyao’s remark.
His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of cold light.
His purpose in coming here this time was to spite the Jun Family. He wanted to step on the Jun Family’s Divine Child at the celebration of his tenth birthday and thus spread the prestige of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
After all, up until now, the reputation of the Ancestral Dragon Nest hadn’t been very good.
Its previous humiliation, when Jun Wuhui tore apart one of the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s quasi-supreme experts with his Saint-level cultivation, had made the Ancestral Dragon Nest an object of ridicule throughout the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain.
Although no force dared talk about it openly in front of people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, they mocked it behind its back.
Therefore, Long Haotian wanted to repay in kind by trampling Jun Wuhui’s descendants underfoot.
He had confidence in himself.
Having merged with a Dragon Origin, even though it was not fully refined, it was enough to place him at the pinnacle of the younger generation.
Aside from a small number of supreme geniuses, he feared no one.
With tacit permission from Jun Zhantian, the Jun Family’s gate guards did not prevent Long Haotian and his group from entering.
Along with Long Haotian, a few young geniuses from some Primordial Royal Clans had also come.
Although the Primordial Royal Clans were slightly weaker in heritage than the Primordial Imperial Clans, they were still top-tier powers.
Unlike Long Haotian, these young beings from the Primordial Royal Clans were inwardly somewhat uneasy.
After all, the Jun Family, as an Ancient Desolation Family, enjoyed great renown and was considered one of the most renowned and flourishing among its kind.
Their action here amounted to provocation; it was impossible not to feel anxious.
However, with Long Haotian standing at the forefront, these beings from the Primordial Royal Clans steadied themselves.
If the sky fell, someone taller would hold it up for them—what was there to fear?
Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao calmly swept his gaze across Long Haotian and the others.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure that seemed somewhat familiar.
A woman in a blue dress with a seductive face followed behind Long Haotian, her gaze brimming with resentment as she stared at Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong.
“It’s her?”
Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.
He had spotted someone he once thought he would never see again.
“It’s you, Lan Qingya. What is the meaning of this?”
On the other side, Jun Zhangjian’s eyes flicked over and revealed a moment of surprise. He couldn’t help but speak out sternly.
Hadn’t he expelled Lan Qingya from the Jun Family? Why was she now at Long Haotian’s side?
Hearing Jun Zhangjian’s rebuke, Long Haotian’s lips curved in a playful smile.
Right in front of Jun Zhangjian, he reached out and lifted Lan Qingya’s fair chin, an openly provocative gleam in his eyes. “What are you talking about? She is now my slave girl. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Qingya is Lord Dragon Child’s slave girl,” Lan Qingya replied obediently.
“You wretch!” Jun Zhangjian’s black hair swayed, his face turning cold and severe as killing intent flickered in his eyes.
Because he still cared a little about their past connection, he had only driven Lan Qingya out and not made things difficult for her.
Yet now, she had led these people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest here.
Everyone knew she used to be Jun Zhangjian’s follower.
With something like this happening, how would the higher-ups and elders of the Jun Family see him?
Moreover, Long Haotian was using Lan Qingya to humiliate the Jun Family’s sequence members.
Where would Jun Zhangjian’s reputation go?
Realizing this, Jun Zhangjian’s heart sank.
From the corner of his eye, he could see that several elders of the Jun Family were already looking displeased.
Matters of the younger generation were usually not something elders would interfere in, or it would harm their family’s standing.
“Damn it. If I don’t handle this properly, I might not be able to keep my spot in the sequence,” Jun Zhangjian thought, clenching his fists.
Just as Jun Zhangjian’s face was shifting through various emotions, Jun Xiaoyao took a step forward, speaking with a calm tone.
“Who would’ve thought the Dragon Child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest would have such a pastime.”
“Pastime?” Long Haotian frowned, looking at Jun Xiaoyao.
This handsome boy—whose looks were practically unreal—was the very person he planned to step on today.
“I never expected you’d be into picking up other people’s cast-offs.”
“We don’t need the ones who fail in our Jun Family’s sequence, but you sure do embrace them. You’re truly the old ‘catch-all’ type.”
Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was casual.
These few words made Long Haotian’s eyes widen, his face immediately turning an ugly shade of green.
Wasn’t that basically calling him someone who picks up the trash others have discarded?
Lan Qingya’s expression also went deathly pale; her fingers trembled with both shame and fury.
No woman wanted to be called a mere leftover.
With just a short retort, Jun Xiaoyao reversed the situation completely.
Initially, Long Haotian had come to humiliate the Jun Family’s sequence members, but now he was the one becoming a laughingstock.
Though those from the various powers around them didn’t dare laugh openly at Long Haotian, mockery and disdain shimmered in their eyes.
“Divine Child…” Jun Zhangjian’s heart jolted.
Jun Xiaoyao had stepped in to help him out of his crisis.
One single remark had resolved his embarrassment and danger.
Realizing this, Jun Zhangjian’s gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao was tinged with gratitude.
“With family, there’s no need for excess words.” Jun Xiaoyao gave a faint smile.
Jun Zhangjian nodded heavily. He had already made up his mind: Jun Xiaoyao was worthy of his service and loyalty.
“The Divine Child truly runs deep. With just a few words, he defused Jun Zhangjian’s predicament…” Jun Xuehuang murmured inwardly.
Jun Xiaoyao’s resourcefulness in handling a situation was unlike anything a ten-year-old should possess.
“Wow, I’m seeing another side of Brother Xiaoyao again…” Jiang Luoli exclaimed in admiration.
Not only did Jun Xiaoyao have an almost celestial appearance and unrivaled strength, but he also possessed remarkable emotional intelligence and wisdom.
In just a few words, he had rendered the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s Dragon Child furious and speechless, stripping away all his dignity.
“Hmph, is Jun Wuhui’s descendant only good at talking? That’s rather disappointing,” Long Haotian said coldly.
“Indeed,” Lan Qingya added with a sharp tone. “So he’s the fabled Ancient Desolate Saint Physique? Does that make him invincible? Before the Dragon Child, he’s nothing special.”
“Just an insect daring to make noise?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes were detached.
In his view, Lan Qingya was already as good as dead; the only difference was sooner or later.
If she was so eager to bring about her own demise, very well—he would oblige.
Boom!
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, unleashing an endless surge of golden divine power that formed a giant palm, pressing down to kill Lan Qingya on the spot.
This sudden move completely took everyone by surprise.
“You dare strike in front of me? How presumptuous!” Long Haotian’s pupils narrowed, golden dragon-like light flickering in his eyes.
He wanted to intervene to protect Lan Qingya.
“When this Divine Child decides to kill someone, no one can stop it.” Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was as cold as a deity’s decree.
He lifted his other hand, unleashing a torrent of countless divine weapons—the Soldiers’ Attack Art.
A flood of conjured weapons surged toward Long Haotian, making his expression change drastically.
Jun Xiaoyao’s strength exceeded his expectations.
Boom!
Before the eyes of everyone present, Long Haotian’s figure was blasted backward, his arms trembling violently, and a trace of shock appeared in his gaze.
Meanwhile, the golden giant palm slammed straight down on Lan Qingya’s head.
“No… Dragon Child, save me!”
Lan Qingya’s face turned ghostly pale. Her beautiful eyes were filled with utter terror, and she let out a shrill scream.
But as the golden palm descended, her scream was instantly cut off.