The tenth birthday banquet of Jun Xiaoyao concluded amidst such tumultuous and shocking events.
As the leaders, elders, and young geniuses from various major factions left the Jun family, the shock and amazement on their faces had not yet faded.
In their view, what they witnessed at the Jun family this time had truly shaken their souls.
Especially the Jun family's divine son, who was like a young emperor, possessing an invincible aura.
Whether it was the Ye family's Star King Body or the Dragon's Nest's dragon son, both were like soft persimmons in his hands, easily crushed at will.
When some young geniuses compared themselves to the Jun family's divine son, they couldn't help but sigh with despair in their hearts.
The Primordial Holy Body combined with the Supreme Bone - Jun Xiaoyao's talent could no longer be described as monstrous; it was simply the innate disposition of a great emperor.
With Jun Xiaoyao around, what place was there for anyone else in this generation?
Even some older figures were sighing, wondering if at Jun Xiaoyao's current rate of cultivation, wouldn't he surpass these old seniors in just a few years?
Of course, besides Jun Xiaoyao, the performances of Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang were also remarkable, capable of casually killing the proud sons of ancient royal families.
The most shocking of all, naturally, was the Jun family's Eighteenth Ancestor, who never showed his face from beginning to end.
An ancestor-level figure buried in the Jun family's ancestral shrine for countless years.
Killing a quasi-supreme being from the Dragon's Nest with three sword strikes left everyone shocked beyond belief.
Everyone knew that after this tenth birthday banquet, the Huang Tian Immortal Realm, which had been peaceful for a long time, was likely to become turbulent.
Not long after the Jun family's banquet ended.
Far away in the Hongzhou region, at the Dragon's Nest headquarters, an angry dragon's roar echoed, shaking heaven and earth, causing stars to fall.
All living beings in the entire Hongzhou seemed to feel a world-ending, vast celestial might.
"Is it the supreme being of the Dragon's Nest? Why is he so angry?" Some Hongzhou beings asked, pale-faced.
The news of the Jun family's banquet would take some time to spread, so they didn't know about this matter yet.
Within the Dragon's Nest, many powerful divine senses were communicating.
"Calm your thunder for now. What use is your anger? Are you going to attack the Jun family?"
"That Jun family brat dares to kill a dragon son of my lineage, he must be executed!"
"And that Jun Eighteen, he actually dared to kill Youlong. Does he truly not fear our Dragon's Nest at all?"
The previous angry voice said coldly.
"Jun Eighteen, he's a madman. Wanting to kill him is too difficult..."
"Should we inform Aotian about this matter?" Another Dragon's Nest expert transmitted his divine sense.
"No need. Dragon Aotian is currently in closed cultivation, refining the fifth dragon core. Once he refines all seven dragon cores, along with the Emperor Dragon blood, he will be able to sweep across the young generation of the Immortal Realm. Even that Jun family divine son can be casually executed!"
"Good, I await the day when Aotian slaughters the Jun family divine son!"
"And the Jun family, we will definitely make them pay blood for blood in the future!"
...
Meanwhile, in the void, a divine bird was pulling a carriage through the air.
Inside the carriage, a blue-robed youth with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes slowly awakened.
It was Ye Xingyun.
"Hiss... it hurts so much..."
As soon as Ye Xingyun moved his body, he felt like he was about to fall apart, his face turning pale from the pain.
"Young Master, you're awake," said Uncle Fu beside him.
"What happened to me..." Ye Xingyun was confused for a moment, but then finally remembered everything that happened at the banquet.
A strong sense of humiliation spread in his heart.
As the proud son of the ancient Ye family, when had Ye Xingyun ever suffered such a loss?
Not to mention losing face in front of his goddess.
"Jun Xiaoyao..." Ye Xingyun gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white.
"Young Master, that Jun family divine son cannot be provoked. This old servant has received news that not only does that divine son possess the Primordial Holy Body, but he was also born with a Supreme Bone. Even the dragon son of the Dragon's Nest was easily slain by him," Uncle Fu sighed.
"What? There's such a thing!?" Ye Xingyun was stunned, hardly believing his ears.
When Jun Xiaoyao fought him, he had actually held back, not even using his Supreme Bone.
Ye Xingyun felt increasingly humiliated, realizing that Jun Xiaoyao hadn't even taken him seriously.
"Hateful..." Ye Xingyun was both angry and ashamed.
Suddenly, a blurry memory flashed in his mind.
He seemed to see a magnificent star palace, and a majestic figure wearing the sun, moon, and stars, with their back turned to him.
"What was that? A dream, or..." Ye Xingyun murmured in his heart.
He knew that in this world, there existed some reincarnated sages, and even reincarnated emperors.
Those reincarnated geniuses were truly cheating existences, with their vision and cultivation far surpassing ordinary proud sons.
For example, the forbidden genius of their ancient Ye family, Ye Guchen, was rumored to be the reincarnation of the ancient sword demon, Dugu Wubai.
That sword demon, according to historical records, had once killed a quasi-emperor with his emperor-slaying sword, incredibly fierce.
"Could it be that I, like Ye Guchen, am the reincarnation of some supreme being, and that star palace is an opportunity and treasure left for me?" Ye Xingyun couldn't help but think.
This possibility was quite high.
As time passed, he would awaken more memories, and by then, he might be able to find that star palace and inherit all the opportunities of that supreme being.
"Jun Xiaoyao, the tide will turn. Once I awaken my memories, I will rise powerfully."
"And Luori, I will make you understand who is truly the most suitable person for you!"
Ye Xingyun was reinvigorated, feeling that he was about to take off!
...
Meanwhile, at the Jun family's side.
Jun Xiaoyao, having finished the banquet, was being frantically harassed by Jiang Luori.
Although she should have returned to the Jiang family, Jiang Luori stubbornly refused to leave.
The girl that Ye Xingyun dreamed of obtaining had become an unwanted, clingy nuisance for Jun Xiaoyao.
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to serve tea and pour water?"
"I have Linglong."
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to wash clothes and fold bedding?"
"I have Linglong."
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to warm your bed and serve you?"
"I have Linglong... ahem, what are you saying?" Jun Xiaoyao coughed dryly, unable to bear it anymore.
In the end, even Jiang Rou started to urge them to marry.
"Mother, the Eighteenth Ancestor still needs to see me, I'll take my leave first." Unable to withstand the harassment and clamor of the women, Jun Xiaoyao directly excused himself.
"Hmph, Brother Xiaoyao, Luori won't give up!" Jiang Luori clenched her fists, just like a little fangirl chasing after a star.
Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao arrived at the deepest ancestral grounds of the Jun family and saw the Eighteenth Ancestor.
Wearing a gray robe, the white-haired Eighteenth Ancestor sat cross-legged in the void.
Around him, there seemed to be terrifying scenes of the sun and moon rotating, living beings perishing, the heavens collapsing, and the Milky Way reversing.
His aura was incredibly powerful, making one feel as if they were facing the heavens themselves.
No wonder he had the ability to kill a quasi-supreme being with three sword strikes.
Jun Xiaoyao secretly marveled that none of the Jun family ancestors were simple characters.
Not to mention, the Jun family seemed to have seventeen more as powerful as the Eighteenth Ancestor!
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, a rare smile appeared on the Eighteenth Ancestor's old face.
"Very good!" the Eighteenth Ancestor said.
He was clearly praising Jun Xiaoyao's performance at the tenth birthday banquet.
Defeating Ye Xingyun was one thing, but tearing apart the Dragon's Nest's dragon son had definitely brought glory to the Jun family.
"I wonder why the Old Ancestor summoned this junior?" Jun Xiaoyao slightly cupped his hands, composed.
Facing the Eighteenth Ancestor, even some clan elders would be trembling and very nervous.
But Jun Xiaoyao was calm and composed.
This made the Eighteenth Ancestor even more satisfied.
The Primordial Holy Body plus the Supreme Bone - his talent was absolutely unquestionable.
But what was even more precious was that Jun Xiaoyao's temperament was so steady and composed, not at all like a ten-year-old boy.
"Don't you want to learn the Slaughter Immortal Sword Technique?" the Eighteenth Ancestor smiled faintly.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.