Chapter 11: Practicing the Soldier's Conquest Formula, Jun Zhan's Heavenly Dao Heart is on the Verge of Collapse

Jun Zhangjian’s face flushed red and then turned pale.

Just a moment ago, he had been thinking that he shouldn't go too hard, lest he accidentally injure Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, look at him—covered in dust and riddled with wounds.

"Cousin Xiaoyao truly possesses the bearing of a divine being; this cousin is impressed..." Jun Zhangjian stood up, forcing a smile that looked even worse than crying.

His reputation today had been completely ruined.

Once Jun Xiaoyao started fighting, he went all out; Jun Zhangjian hadn't even had the chance to activate his Indestructible Sword Body.

But even if he had been able to use it, Jun Zhangjian wasn't confident he could suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, when Jun Xiaoyao was born, he had manifested the vision of Ten Thousand Saints Worshipping.

Once a Sacred Body vision appears, who can stand against it?

"What a monster..." Jun Zhangjian sighed inwardly.

To have this level of strength at only three years old—in a few more years, it would be unimaginable. He would likely be able to challenge the top five sequences.

The surrounding crowd was also gaping in shock. It wouldn't be long before news of this battle spread throughout the entire Jun family.

Jun Xiaoyao had just broken the eternal extreme limit at the Taiyue Ancient Stele, and now he had defeated Jun Zhangjian.

The few clansmen who had previously harbored doubts about Jun Xiaoyao were now bowing in complete admiration.

"Cousin Xiaoyao has a boundless future. Once you turn ten, you will certainly be able to join the ranks of the sequences, and perhaps even surpass me," Jun Zhangjian said.

According to the rules of the Jun family, the younger generation is only eligible to compete for a sequence position after the age of ten.

Jun Xiaoyao merely shrugged.

He was already the "Zero Sequence," personally designated by the Eighteenth Ancestor.

His status and position were even higher than the First Sequence.

It just hadn't been announced yet.

It would be revealed at his tenth-birthday banquet. He wondered what expression Jun Zhangjian would have if he knew that news.

"Cousin Xiaoyao, until we meet again." Jun Zhangjian only wanted to go into seclusion and cultivate now.

Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently, "By the way, Cousin Zhangjian, as a sequence, there is no need to keep every stray cat and dog as a follower. It is beneath your status."

Upon hearing this, Jun Zhangjian’s eyes flickered, and he replied, "Understood."

Lan Qingya, hearing these words, felt her face burn with shame, her heart filled with extreme humiliation.

Clearly, the "stray cat and dog" Jun Xiaoyao referred to was her.

Shortly after, Jun Zhangjian and Lan Qingya departed.

"Sigh, my methods are still lacking..." A thoughtful look appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Although he was currently in the stage of laying his foundation, it was time to practice some martial arts and divine abilities.

Otherwise, his repertoire was too limited.

As an ancient aristocratic family, the Jun family lacked nothing when it came to rare martial arts manuals.

"I'll go ask Grandfather," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

On the other side, Jun Zhangjian hadn't walked far before he stopped.

"Considering our past relationship, you should leave the Jun family," Jun Zhangjian said coldly.

"No, Young Master Zhangjian, don't send Qingya away!" Lan Qingya’s face changed drastically, turning deathly pale.

In the Jun family, she had easy access to any cultivation resources, and her status was higher than others.

If she left the Jun family, she would be no different from those female cultivators struggling at the bottom.

"Get lost! If it weren't for you, how would I have gotten into such trouble and lost so much face!"

Jun Zhangjian flicked his arm, sending Lan Qingya flying with a blast of force, causing her to spit blood.

Watching Jun Zhangjian’s indifferent retreating back, the pain on Lan Qingya’s face transformed into deep-seated resentment.

"Jun Xiaoyao, it’s all because of you, relying on your status to bully others..."

"The Ancient Sacred Body... could it be an Ancient Sacred Body that has broken one shackle? If I tell this news to the Jun family's rival factions, or the Primordial Royal Clans..."

Lan Qingya’s expression shifted as she speculated in her heart.

With her limited imagination, she couldn't possibly conceive that Jun Xiaoyao was an Ancient Sacred Body that had broken ten shackles.

In her view, even an Ancient Sacred Body that had broken one shackle was extremely rare.

"Right, I heard this Jun Xiaoyao will hold a tenth-birthday banquet. If I could lure enemies there..."

Lan Qingya knew that with her own abilities, let alone this life, even in her next life or the one after that, she would never be able to take revenge on Jun Xiaoyao.

The only way was to borrow a knife to kill.

"Just wait, Jun Xiaoyao, and that bitch Jun Linglong, you will both pay the price!"

With disheveled hair and a dirt-stained face, Lan Qingya was eventually dragged away by the Jun family guards and kicked out.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about a minor character like Lan Qingya at all.

In his eyes, she wasn't even worth an ant.

The reason he had warned Jun Zhangjian was simply because he didn't want to see her eyesore again.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was seeking advice from Jun Zhantian.

"What? You want to learn martial arts and divine abilities? That is far too ambitious..." Jun Zhantian frowned, his graying eyebrows knitting together.

In his view, Jun Xiaoyao was being too impatient.

He was only three years old; this was the time to build a foundation, not to learn martial arts.

Moreover, practicing martial arts required talent and comprehension, and it consumed a vast amount of time.

"Let me try. If it takes too much time, I'll just stop," Jun Xiaoyao said.

In the end, Jun Zhantian couldn't refuse and agreed to let Jun Xiaoyao practice one martial art.

Jun Zhantian also had a little trick up his sleeve; he specifically chose a Jun family offensive technique that was incredibly powerful and high-level, but also extremely complex.

"This is the 'Art of Military Conquest.' Once mastered, your mana can condense into divine weapons like blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks. Once the Art of Military Conquest is unleashed, thousands of divine weapons follow, capable of severing the heavens and destroying the earth. Its power is absolute," Jun Zhantian explained.

"Very well, I will practice the Art of Military Conquest," Jun Xiaoyao said, his eyes filled with excitement.

Jun Zhantian chuckled, thinking smugly to himself, "Grandson, you're still too young to play games with your grandfather. This technique took me a full year just to barely grasp the basics..."

In Jun Zhantian's estimation, Jun Xiaoyao would likely give up after a few days of practice.

However, just a few days later.

Inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, a thunderous roar echoed, and endless golden light surged into the firmament.

Golden mana swept out like a storm, condensing into blades, spears, swords, and halberds, slashing through the heavens and earth.

"Grandfather, it's been a few days, and I've only just barely grasped the basics. Practicing divine abilities is indeed very complex," Jun Xiaoyao said as he walked out, shaking his head with a look of disappointment.

"Cough..." Jun Zhantian nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandfather?" Jun Xiaoyao asked, puzzled.

"No... nothing. If you want to learn any more techniques in the future, go to the Martial Pavilion yourself. Grandfather needs to go find some peace and quiet."

Jun Zhantian turned and left immediately, not wanting to spend another moment with this little monster.

Because if he stayed any longer, Jun Zhantian feared his Dao heart would collapse, making him suspect that all his years of cultivation had been for nothing!

Jun Xiaoyao was left completely bewildered.

...

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Jun Xiaoyao was eight years old.

The young boy had grown, handsome as an immortal descended from the heavens.

Sometimes, Jun Linglong could stare blankly at Jun Xiaoyao’s peerlessly divine face for an entire day without ever feeling bored.

For any woman, being able to see such an immortal-like face every day was a blessing that couldn't be earned in three lifetimes.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself, he had remained focused on his cultivation, never slacking.

His cultivation method was the Jun family’s Supreme Law, the *Great Profound Scripture*.

His body-refining method was the *Divine Elephant Overpowering Prison Technique*.

His soul-refining method was the *Chaos Divine Grinding Meditation*.

In addition, he was also practicing several Jun family martial arts, including the *Art of Military Conquest*, all progressing in tandem.

Jun Xiaoyao’s cultivation had also leaped through the nine heavens of the Spirit Sea realm, breaking into the Divine Palace realm—roughly the same level Jun Zhangjian had been at back then.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of the Ancient Sacred Body, the spirit sea in his dantian was a golden spirit sea, boundless and vast.

His mana was so potent that no one of the same rank could compare; it was truly an endless spirit sea.

"Only two years left until the tenth-birthday banquet. After the banquet, it will be time for me to travel the world and, incidentally, investigate the secret treasure of the Yuan Tian Supreme," Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

He had never forgotten these two check-in locations.

After all, having already checked in the Great Accomplishment Ancient Sacred Body and the *Divine Elephant Overpowering Prison Technique*, he was very curious about what other good things he could obtain next.

On the other side, Jun Linglong was also practicing in a side hall of the Heavenly Emperor Palace. She had completely become Jun Xiaoyao’s loyal maid.

At a certain moment, Jun Linglong felt something and took out a jade slip for transmitting messages. A message came through.

"It's her?" Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes narrowed.