Chapter 47

This was Jun Xiaoyao's first time traveling outside.

However, his name had already spread throughout the entire Huangtian Mystic Realm.

There was almost no one who did not know about it.

However, many people knew about Jun Xiaoyao, but very few had actually seen Jun Xiaoyao.

Under such curiosity, Jun Xiaoyao seemed even more mysterious, making everyone look forward to seeing him.

"I didn't expect Elder Jun to come in person this time. Your presence brings light to our Daoji Heavenly Sect." The old Daoist of the Daoji Heavenly Sect smiled and cupped his hands.

"Haha, Old Daoist, you're too polite." Jun Zhan Tian stepped out and laughed heartily.

"By the way, that Son Of God …" The old Daoist glanced around.

To be honest, there were very few people in the younger generation who could leave a deep impression on him.

Jun Xiaoyao was definitely the one who left the deepest impression on him.

"Haha, I didn't expect to be remembered by you. I'm flattered."

On the carriage pulled by nine white jade dragons, Jun Linglong lifted the bead curtain with her hand, and Jun Xiaoyao walked out calmly.

He was dressed in snow-white clothes, and his figure was slender like a bamboo in the breeze. His temperament was excellent.

His skin was crystal clear like jade, and his hair was shining. His entire body was shrouded in a hazy mist of immortal light.

His peerlessly handsome face was also shrouded in a mist of immortal light.

This wasn't deliberately hidden by Jun Xiaoyao. It was his natural physique and the Bones of Supremacy that made his entire body shrouded in Taoist Rhymes and natural immortal light.

"Oh my god, is that the Son Of God of the Jun Family?"

"What kind of god-like face is this? I love it!"

"Ah, I'm dead!"

The moment Jun Xiaoyao appeared, the entire Nantian City was in an uproar!

Not to mention the human female cultivators, at this moment, all the female creatures' eyes were glued to Jun Xiaoyao like magnets meeting iron.

Even some of the male cultivators were dumbfounded by the sight.

"God, why did you let me see the face of the Son Of God of the Jun Family? With this, who else in my life would be able to catch my eye?"

A proud daughter of heaven from a first-rate orthodoxy raised her head to look. Her beautiful eyes were absent-minded, extremely distressed.

The Saintess from the other Holy Land muttered to herself as she tied up her long hair.

"In this life, I'll keep my long hair for you. If I don't marry you, I won't cut my hair, and I'll comb my own boudoir …"

Such scenes played out in every corner of Nantian City.

It could be said that Jun Xiaoyao's appearance caused the female cultivators to almost freeze in place ….

Orgasm.

Even those men could not bring themselves to be jealous, because the disparity between them was simply too great.

Jun Xiaoyao's identity, status, appearance, and strength were all superior to Jun Xiaoyao.

Every single one of them left them in the dust.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced down indifferently.

Those female cultivators reminded him of the die-hard fans who chased after celebrities in his previous life.

Although Jun Xiaoyao's appearance was already shrouded in divine brilliance, even a blurry glimpse of him was soul-stirring, enough to make those female cultivators dizzy.

"Haha, Son Of God, you're too kind. This old Taoist has already prepared a place for you to stay. Everyone, please …"

The old Taoist cupped his hands and said.

Then, under the old Taoist's lead, Jun Xiaoyao and the others left.

The entire Nantian City was in an uproar.

It was not hard to imagine that the appearance of the Son Of God of the Jun Family was far more influential than the appearance of any other faction's prides.

At this moment, in a house in Nantian City.

A young man in silver armor was sitting cross-legged.

His face was square and resolute, and there were crisscrossing scars on his cheeks, adding to his bone-chilling temperament.

Around him, electric arcs were entwined, and countless lightning runes appeared in the void, exuding a powerful destructive wave.

This man was naturally the Fifth Sequence of the Jun Family, Jun Wanjie.

In front of him, a follower shrouded in black mist was reporting the situation to him.

"They're already here?" Jun Wanjie's eyes were intertwined with lightning tribulations.

At the same time, there was a cold expression on his face.

He had arrived at Nantian City in advance, and only some disciples of the Daoji Heavenly Sect had received him.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao and the others had arrived, and the entire Daoji Heavenly Sect had been dispatched, including all the disciples and elders.

Even the old Taoist, who had a higher status than the Sect Master, had appeared to welcome them.

This kind of differential treatment was too obvious.

Although there was also the intention of receiving Jun Zhantian and the other elders of the clan.

But Jun Wanjie knew that the main reason was actually Jun Xiaoyao.

In the eyes of the people of the Daoji Heavenly Sect, Jun Wanjie's importance was far less than Jun Xiaoyao's.

The follower shrouded in black mist also said indignantly, "Those people of the Daoji Heavenly Sect are really blind. How can a fledgling be compared to Lord Wan Jie?"

This follower was a genius that Jun Wanjie had subdued from the outside world. His name was Hei Tu, and he was from the Black Cloud Clan.

Rumor had it that the ancestor of this clan was a black cloud that attained the Supreme Realm.

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

"I will prove to the Jun Family that he is not worthy of the position of Sequence Zero!" Jun Wanjie said coldly.

He had gone through a lot of hardships, suffered countless injuries, and suffered countless hardships in exchange for the position of the Fifth Sequence.

Jun Xiaoyao had obtained the position of Sequence Zero so easily.

Anyone would have exploded mentally if they had been in his shoes.

Jun Wanjie asked himself, and he was already very restrained.

"Sigh, my Lord is really too aggrieved..."

Hei Tu thought to himself, feeling indignant for Jun Wanjie.

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A few days passed in a row, and Jun Xiaoyao finally settled down in Nantian City.

Although the Supreme Treasure of Yuantian had shown signs of abnormalities, it would still be a few days before it truly appeared.

During these few days, Jun Zhantian also left and began to contact the people in charge of the other Immortal Orthodoxies.

They wanted to unite and turn the entire Supreme Treasure of Yuantian into a training ground for the younger disciples.

No experts of the older generation were allowed to enter.

Jun Xiaoyao had nothing to do, so he was very leisurely resting in his residence.

Jun Linglong smiled and said, "Sir, I heard that the Nanyuan Mystical State has a local specialty called the Tranquil Spirit Tea. Linglong will go and buy it for you now."

Jun Linglong was smart, attentive, and considerate.

She knew that Jun Xiaoyao liked to drink tea, so she specially inquired about this local specialty.

"Hmm, Linglong is so attentive. Whoever marries you in the future will enjoy a good life." Jun Xiaoyao smiled casually.

Jun Linglong's pretty face blushed slightly, and she charmingly rolled her eyes at Jun Xiaoyao.

She had already made up her mind to follow Jun Xiaoyao and be his servant for the rest of her life.

How could she still marry someone else?

As for asking Jun Xiaoyao to marry her?

Jun Linglong was still self-aware. It was already good enough for her to stay by Jun Xiaoyao's side as his servant.

She would not take the initiative to make such an unreasonable request.

Of course, if Jun Xiaoyao was willing, Jun Linglong would gladly accept.

As for the age difference of more than ten years, it was actually negligible for cultivators.

Not long after, Jun Linglong went out and arrived at a market in Nantian City.

Soon, she found the Tranquil Spirit Tea that was at least ten thousand years old.

Just as Jun Linglong was about to buy it.

A young figure shrouded in black mist appeared, and his tone was cold and playful.

"Sorry, I want this Tranquil Spirit Tea!"