Chapter 48: Jun Wanjie Makes His Move, Linglong is Injured, and There Will Be No Good Outcome

"Hmm?"

Jun Linglong's willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly as she cast a beautiful gaze toward the source.

She was, after all, a noble lady of the Jun family. Although her fame was not as vast as Jun Xiaoyao's or that of the Top Ten Sequences, she still possessed a certain reputation.

It was rare to find anyone who dared to target her.

The young figure, shrouded entirely in black mist, was none other than Heitu, a genius of the Black Cloud Clan and a follower of Jun Wanjie.

"You are... from the Black Cloud Clan?" Jun Linglong frowned.

Possessing a Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, she was well-read and knowledgeable; she recognized Heitu as a member of the Black Cloud Clan at a single glance.

However, she was unaware that Heitu was a follower of Jun Wanjie. After all, Jun Linglong paid no attention to Jun Wanjie.

"I'll take this Pure Heart Tea. Do you have an objection?" Heitu's gaze swept over Jun Linglong, carrying a provocative edge.

Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes shimmered.

She could see it now—this was no coincidence. This Black Cloud genius was actively seeking provocation and trouble.

"Do you know my identity?" Jun Linglong asked calmly, exuding an air of noble coldness.

Only in front of Jun Xiaoyao was she a submissive and attentive maid. In front of anyone else, she was the high and mighty noble lady of the Jun family.

"I am, after all, a follower of Lord Wanjie. How could I not know the name of the noble Lady Linglong?" Heitu curled his lip indifferently and laughed.

"I see." Upon hearing this, Jun Linglong understood instantly.

No wonder this Black Cloud genius was so fearless, even daring to provoke her. It turned out he had the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie, standing behind him.

From this perspective, Heitu indeed had no reason to fear her.

"This tea is what the Divine Son requested. Do you dare to obstruct it?" Jun Linglong's tone was icy.

"My apologies, but my Lord also wishes to drink tea. Furthermore, don't use the Divine Son as a shield; my Lord is no weaker than him!" Heitu said coldly.

At that moment, a streak of sword light suddenly descended toward Heitu from the distance.

Simultaneously, a cold reprimand rang out: "Where did this blind thing come from? Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of Jun Wanjie!"

Sensing the fluctuations of that sword light, Heitu's expression changed abruptly. His body suddenly vaporized, transforming into a mass of black mist.

The sword light pierced through the mist and crashed heavily into the ground behind him.

Heitu re-condensed himself, though his face had turned somewhat pale. Vaporizing into mist was a racial talent of the Black Cloud Clan, but every use consumed an immense amount of mana.

Not far away, a figure clutching a sword appeared. It was the Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian.

He had previously attempted to become a follower of Jun Xiaoyao but had been rejected. It was indeed somewhat inappropriate for a Sequence to become a follower. Although he had been rejected, Jun Zhangjian had long since embraced the mindset of a follower; he simply lacked the title.

"Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, why are you..." Heitu's face was pale, his eyes filled with wariness.

If it were just Jun Linglong, he naturally wouldn't be afraid. Although she was a noble lady, she had not yet reached the level of the Top Ten Sequences. But this Jun Zhangjian was a genuine Sequence.

Though his status and strength were inferior to his Lord, Jun Wanjie, a Sequence was a Sequence—it could not be insulted!

Heitu was also filled with confusion. Why did Jun Zhangjian feel like he was a follower of Jun Xiaoyao?

"Who gave you the audacity to provoke those around the Divine Son? Was it that Jun Wanjie?" Jun Zhangjian scolded coldly.

Heitu's face turned various shades of green and white. Facing Jun Zhangjian, he was indeed somewhat intimidated.

Just then, a voice as cold as ice rang out from the distance.

"Jun Zhangjian, you are one of the Sequences, yet you are willing to become Jun Xiaoyao's follower? Just what kind of charm does he possess that makes you all so willing to submit to him?"

Upon hearing this voice, Jun Zhangjian's expression shifted slightly. It was Jun Wanjie's voice.

Sure enough, a figure enveloped in divine lightning descended from the distant sky. It was Jun Wanjie.

His black hair fluttered, his eyes erupted with three feet of lightning, and lightning runes manifested across his body, making him look like a God of Thunder.

"Is that... the Jun family's Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie?"

"What's happening? Is there going to be a conflict?"

"That looks like the Jun family's Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, and Lady Linglong."

"The Yuantian Supreme Treasury hasn't even opened yet; is the Jun family already fighting internally?"

Many gazes were drawn to the scene.

"Jun Wanjie, what are you doing?" Seeing Jun Wanjie's explosive aura, Jun Zhangjian's brow furrowed.

Jun Wanjie's temperament was famously erratic and domineering. Forget outsiders; he had lectured many members of the Jun family himself.

"A dignified Sequence of the Jun family has actually become a follower. If you are truly willing to be so, then strip yourself of your Sequence status immediately!"

Having said that, Jun Wanjie struck directly. As he raised his hand, divine lightning manifested.

He practiced the Supreme Law, the Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Art, and had awakened the Lightning Tribulation Battle Body. Among the three thousand physiques, it ranked within the top three hundred. Moreover, this Lightning Tribulation Battle Body possessed powerful offensive capabilities and staggering lethality, far surpassing Ye Xingyun's Star King Physique.

*Rumble!*

As Jun Wanjie thrust his palm forward, rolling thunder turned into a torrent, crashing toward Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong.

"Not good!"

Jun Zhangjian hurriedly drew his sword, spreading a brilliant sword light. Jun Linglong also acted.

However, even with both of them defending simultaneously, they struggled to withstand Jun Wanjie's move.

With a massive boom, both Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong were jolted, stumbling backward.

Jun Zhangjian was relatively fine; as the Tenth Sequence, while he couldn't match Jun Wanjie, the gap wasn't insurmountable. Jun Linglong, however, was slightly weaker in cultivation. She retreated dozens of steps, her flawless snowy face turning pale, a faint trace of blood appearing at the corner of her lips.

Jun Wanjie glanced at them and said indifferently, "Consider this a warning for today. Tell that Jun Xiaoyao to keep a low profile in the future."

With that, Jun Wanjie turned and left. Regardless, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong were members of the Jun family; a slight lesson to suppress Jun Xiaoyao's momentum was enough. Jun Wanjie had no intention of truly crippling them.

"My Lord's strength is truly peerless under heaven!"

Seeing Jun Wanjie repel both Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong with a single gesture, Heitu's eyes filled with intense admiration. He turned to Jun Linglong, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Tell your master: my Lord is the true pillar and hope of the Jun family's younger generation!"

After speaking, Heitu followed Jun Wanjie away.

At this moment, Jun Linglong coughed up another small mouthful of blood.

"You are quite injured," Jun Zhangjian said, his tone tinged with helplessness. Compared to Jun Wanjie, he was indeed a step behind.

"It's fine. I still need to buy tea for the Young Master." Jun Linglong had not forgotten her task of buying the Pure Heart Tea for Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Zhangjian watched her, feeling a sense of lament. Even at a time like this, her thoughts were still on Jun Xiaoyao.

However, Jun Zhangjian also knew that Jun Xiaoyao was not someone who would swallow insults. Having offended those around him, Jun Wanjie would likely not have a pleasant outcome later on.