Chapter 47: The Arrival of the Son of God, A Sensation in Nantian City, Jun Wanjie's Defiance

Jun Xiaoyao, though this was his first time traveling abroad, his reputation had already spread throughout the entire Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm. Almost everyone knew of him. However, while many knew his name, those who had actually seen him were few and far between. This curiosity only added to his mystique, fueling the expectations of the masses.

"I did not expect an Elder of the Jun Clan to come in person. You truly bring great honor to my Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect," the old Daoist of the sect said with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Haha, you are too kind, old Daoist," Jun Zhantian stepped forward, walking upon the void with a loud, bright laugh.

"By the way, that Divine Son..." The old Daoist's gaze swept across. To be honest, there were very few members of the younger generation who could leave a deep impression on him. Jun Xiaoyao was, without a doubt, the most impressive.

"Hehe, I did not expect to be remembered by a senior. I am truly flattered," Jun Xiaoyao remarked.

Upon a carriage pulled by nine white jade dragons, Jun Linglong used her delicate hands to lift the bead curtain, and Jun Xiaoyao stepped out with an air of indifference. Dressed in white as pure as snow, his figure was tall and slender like a graceful bamboo in a breeze, possessing an exquisite temperament. His skin was as translucent as jade, every strand of his hair seemed to glow, and his entire body was shrouded in a hazy mist of immortal light. His peerless, divine countenance was also veiled by a subtle, ethereal glow. This was not something Jun Xiaoyao did intentionally; rather, it was his innate constitution combined with his Supreme Bone, causing him to be enveloped in Daoist rhythms and natural immortal light.

"My God, is that the Divine Son of the Jun Clan?"

"What kind of divine looks are these? I'm in love!"

"Ah, I'm dying!"

The moment Jun Xiaoyao appeared, the entire South Heaven City erupted in an uproar! The gazes of all the female cultivators were drawn to him like iron to a magnet. Even some male cultivators were momentarily dazed by his appearance.

"Heavens, why did you let me see the face of the Jun Clan's Divine Son? Now, for the rest of my life, what man could ever catch my eye again?" a talented daughter of a first-rate Daoist lineage looked up, her beautiful eyes lost in a daze of distress.

Meanwhile, a Saintess from a Holy Land tucked her long hair behind her ear and murmured to herself, "This long hair shall be kept for Jun. If I do not marry you, I shall never cut it, living out my days in solitude before the ancient Buddha..."

Such scenes played out in every corner of South Heaven City. Even the men could not muster a shred of jealousy, for the gap was simply too vast. In terms of identity, status, appearance, and strength, Jun Xiaoyao surpassed them in every single aspect.

Jun Xiaoyao cast a faint glance downward. The female cultivators reminded him of the brainless celebrity fans from his previous life. Although his appearance was veiled in immortal radiance, even a blurred, fleeting glimpse was breathtakingly handsome, enough to make those women feel lightheaded.

"Hehe, the Divine Son is too polite. This old Daoist has already prepared accommodations. Please, follow me..." the old Daoist said, cupping his hands. Under his guidance, Jun Xiaoyao and the others departed.

The entirety of South Heaven City exploded into endless clamor. It was evident that the appearance of the Jun Clan's Divine Son carried far more influence than the arrival of any other prodigy from any other power.

At that moment, within a courtyard in South Heaven City, a young man clad in silver battle armor sat cross-legged. His features were square and resolute, with crisscrossing scars on his cheeks that added a chilling, piercing aura to his presence. Lightning crackled around him, and countless thunder runes manifested in the void, emitting powerful waves of destruction.

This man was naturally Jun Wanjie, the fifth sequence of the Jun Clan. Before him, a follower shrouded in black mist was reporting the situation.

"Has he arrived?" In Jun Wanjie's eyes, lightning tribulations intertwined, carrying a cold edge.

He had arrived in South Heaven City early, and only a few disciples of the Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect had received him. But now that Jun Xiaoyao and the others had arrived, the entire Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect had mobilized—all major disciples and elders had appeared. Even the old Daoist, whose status was higher than the Sect Master, had come out to welcome them.

This differential treatment was far too obvious. Although there was an intention to receive Jun Zhantian and the other clan elders, Jun Wanjie knew the primary reason was Jun Xiaoyao. In the eyes of the Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect, his importance was nowhere near that of Jun Xiaoyao.

The follower shrouded in black mist spoke indignantly, "Those people from the Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect are truly blind. How can a mere newcomer be compared to Lord Wanjie?"

This follower was a genius Jun Wanjie had recruited from the outside, named Hei Tu, from the Black Cloud Clan. It was rumored that the ancestor of this clan had attained the Dao through a black cloud, achieving the realm of the Supreme.

"No one is born high and mighty, not even that Jun Xiaoyao!"

"I will prove to the Jun Clan that he is unworthy of the Zero Sequence position!" Jun Wanjie said coldly. He had endured countless hardships, injuries, and suffering to earn the fifth sequence position, yet Jun Xiaoyao had obtained the Zero Sequence position as if it were nothing. Anyone in his position would have felt their mental state explode. Jun Wanjie considered himself very restrained.

"Sigh, my Lord is truly being treated too unfairly..." Hei Tu thought to himself, feeling indignant on Jun Wanjie's behalf.

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Several days passed, and Jun Xiaoyao had settled into South Heaven City. Although there were signs that the Yuan Tian Supreme Secret Treasury was about to emerge, it was still several days before its true appearance. During this time, Jun Zhantian had departed to begin negotiations with the heads of other immortal Daoist lineages. They intended to form an alliance to turn the entire Yuan Tian Supreme Secret Treasury into a training ground for their junior disciples, forbidding any members of the older generation from entering.

With nothing to do, Jun Xiaoyao rested leisurely in his residence. Jun Linglong smiled slightly and said, "Young Master, I heard that there is a local specialty in the South Yuan Dao Province called Clear Heart Tea. Linglong will go and purchase some for you."

Jun Linglong was clever and attentive. Knowing that Jun Xiaoyao enjoyed tea, she had specifically inquired about this specialty.

"Mhm, Linglong is indeed thoughtful. Whoever marries you in the future will certainly be blessed," Jun Xiaoyao said with a casual smile.

Jun Linglong's face flushed slightly, and she gave him a flirtatious glance. She had long since decided to follow Jun Xiaoyao for the rest of her life as his maid. How could she ever marry another? As for Jun Xiaoyao marrying her? She had enough self-awareness to know that being able to stay by his side as a maid was already quite good. She would not make such an unreasonable demand. Of course, if Jun Xiaoyao were willing, she would gladly accept. As for the ten-year age gap, it was negligible for cultivators.

A short while later, Jun Linglong left and arrived at a market in South Heaven City. Soon, she discovered Clear Heart Tea with a lineage of ten thousand years. Just as she was about to make the purchase, a young figure shrouded in black mist appeared, speaking in a cold and playful tone.

"Sorry, I'll take this Clear Heart Tea!"