Cultivating the Weapon-Slaying Art, Jun Zhantian's Dao Heart Was on the Verge of Collapse

Jun Zhangjian's face turned green, then red.

Just moments ago, he had been thinking that he should not strike too heavily, lest he hurt Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, he was covered in dust and wounds.

"Brother Xiaoyao truly possesses the bearing of a divine being. This brother admires you..." Jun Zhangjian rose to his feet, forcing a smile uglier than tears onto his face.

Today, he had utterly lost face.

Once Jun Xiaoyao entered battle, he simply unleashed everything. Jun Zhangjian had not even had time to use his Immortal Sword Body.

Yet even if he had managed to unleash the Immortal Sword Body, Jun Zhangjian had no confidence that he could suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, when Jun Xiaoyao had been born, he had possessed the Vision of Myriad Saints Paying Homage.

Once the sacred physique's vision emerged, who could stand against it?

What a monster... Jun Zhangjian sighed inwardly.

He was only three years old and already possessed such strength. In a few more years, who knew how terrifying he would become? He might even challenge the top five Sequences.

The surrounding crowd was also so astonished that their mouths hung open. Before long, news of this battle would surely spread throughout the entire Jun Family.

Jun Xiaoyao had only just broken the eternal ultimate limit at the Mount Tai Ancient Stele, and now he had defeated Jun Zhangjian.

The small number of clansmen who had previously harbored doubts about Jun Xiaoyao were now utterly convinced, their admiration reaching the point where they prostrated themselves in reverence.

"Brother Xiaoyao's future is boundless. Once you turn ten, you will surely become a Sequence, perhaps even surpassing me," Jun Zhangjian said.

By the Jun Family's rules, only after reaching the age of ten could members of the younger generation qualify to compete for a Sequence position.

Jun Xiaoyao merely shrugged.

He had long since been designated by the Eighteenth Ancestor as the Zero Sequence.

His status was even higher than that of the First Sequence.

It simply had not been announced yet.

It would be revealed at the Tenth Birthday Banquet. When Jun Zhangjian learned the news, who knew what expression he would wear?

"Brother Xiaoyao, farewell." Jun Zhangjian only wanted to enter seclusion and cultivate now.

Jun Xiaoyao said blandly, "By the way, Brother Zhangjian, as a Sequence, there is no need for you to accept every stray cat and dog as a follower. It diminishes your status."

Jun Zhangjian's gaze flickered at those words. "Understood," he said.

Lan Qingya, who heard those words, flushed scarlet with shame, humiliation flooding her heart.

Obviously, the stray cat and dog Jun Xiaoyao spoke of was her.

Afterward, Jun Zhangjian and Lan Qingya left together.

My methods are still too limited... Jun Xiaoyao's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Though he was still in the stage of laying his foundation, it was time for him to cultivate some martial arts and divine abilities.

Otherwise, his methods were far too singular.

As an ancient desolate family, the Jun Family lacked nothing less than all kinds of rare martial arts manuals.

I'll ask Grandfather about it. Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Meanwhile, Jun Zhangjian had not gone far before he stopped.

"For the sake of our past relationship, leave the Jun Family," Jun Zhangjian said coldly.

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

Within the Jun Family, any cultivation resource was within her easy grasp, and her status stood above others.

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

"Get lost! If not for you, how would I have provoked such trouble and lost so much face?"

With a sweep of his arm, Jun Zhangjian sent Lan Qingya flying, making her cough up blood.

Watching Jun Zhangjian's indifferent retreating figure, the pain on Lan Qingya's face transformed into a bone-deep hatred.

"Jun Xiaoyao, it is all because of you, using your status to bully others..."

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... could it be a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that has broken one shackle? If I tell this news to the Jun Family's hostile factions, or the Primordial Imperial Clan..."

Lan Qingya's expression shifted as she made her guesses.

With her limited imagination, she simply could not conceive that Jun Xiaoyao possessed a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that had broken ten shackles.

In her view, even a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that had broken a single shackle was exceedingly rare.

"Right, I heard that Jun Xiaoyao will hold a Tenth Birthday Banquet in the future. If I draw enemies there when the time comes..."

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

The only way was to kill with a borrowed knife.

"Just wait, Jun Xiaoyao, and that bitch Jun Linglong. You will all pay the price!"

Lan Qingya's hair was disheveled and her face caked with dust. In the end, Jun Family guards dragged her away and swept her out the door.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao did not care in the slightest about a minor figure like Lan Qingya.

In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she was not even worth an ant.

The reason he had warned Jun Zhangjian like that was merely because he did not want to see something so unpleasant to the eye in the future.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao was seeking guidance from Jun Zhantian.

"What? You want to learn martial arts and divine abilities? Isn't that aiming too high..." Jun Zhantian frowned, his grizzled brows knitting together.

In his view, Jun Xiaoyao was being far too hasty.

He was only three years old. This was precisely the time to lay a foundation, so why learn martial arts and divine abilities?

Moreover, cultivating martial arts and divine abilities required talent and comprehension, and consumed a great deal of time.

"Let me try. If it takes too much time, I can simply stop learning it," Jun Xiaoyao said.

In the end, Jun Zhantian could not outstubborn him and could only agree to let Jun Xiaoyao cultivate one martial art or divine ability first.

Jun Zhantian also harbored a small ulterior motive. He deliberately selected an offensive divine ability of the Jun Family that was immensely powerful and of rather high rank, but also extremely complex.

"This is the Weapon-Slaying Art. Once cultivated to great mastery, one's magical power can condense into divine weapons such as blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks, and more. Once the Weapon-Slaying Art emerges, countless divine weapons follow in its wake, cleaving the heavens and shattering the earth with peerless might," Jun Zhantian explained.

"Then I'll cultivate the Weapon-Slaying Art." Excitement shone in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Jun Zhantian chuckled. Grandson, you're still too green to contend with your grandfather. Back then, it took your grandfather a full year just to barely get started with this divine ability...

In Jun Zhantian's expectations, Jun Xiaoyao would probably give up after cultivating for a few days.

However, only a few days later.

Within the Heavenly Emperor Palace, a thunderous roar rang out as endless golden light surged into the skies.

Golden magical power swept forth like a storm, then condensed into divine weapons such as blades, spears, swords, and halberds that cleaved the heavens and split the earth.

"Grandfather, several days have already passed, and I have only barely gotten started. Cultivating divine abilities truly is complicated." Jun Xiaoyao walked out, gently shaking his head with a disappointed expression.

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

"Grandfather?" Jun Xiaoyao asked in confusion.

"N-Nothing. If you want to learn any divine abilities in the future, go find them yourself in the Martial Pavilion. Grandfather needs some peace and quiet."

Jun Zhantian turned and left at once, not wanting to remain another moment with this little monster.

If he stayed any longer, Jun Zhantian feared that his Dao heart would truly collapse, and he would begin to suspect that all these years he had lived had gone to the dogs!

Jun Xiaoyao looked utterly baffled.

The next five years passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Jun Xiaoyao was already eight years old.

The youth had begun to grow, handsome as an immortal descended into the mortal dust.

At times, Jun Linglong could stare blankly at Jun Xiaoyao's peerlessly handsome, divinely beautiful face for an entire day without feeling the slightest boredom.

For any woman, being able to look upon such a face, like that of a banished immortal, every day was a blessing one could not cultivate even across three lifetimes.

Jun Xiaoyao himself remained focused on cultivation, never slacking off.

His cultivation method was the Jun Family's Supreme Law, the Taixuan Scripture.

His body-tempering method was the Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force.

His soul-refining method was the Chaos Divine Mill Visualization Method.

In addition, he was also cultivating several Jun Family martial arts and divine abilities, including the Weapon-Slaying Art. It could be said that he was advancing on all fronts.

Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation had directly crossed all nine levels of the Spirit Sea Realm, breaking into the Divine Palace Realm, roughly equal to Jun Zhangjian's cultivation realm back then.

Furthermore, due to the special nature of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, the Spirit Sea within his dantian was a boundless golden Spirit Sea.

The profundity of his magical power was unmatched by anyone of the same realm, worthy of being called an endless Spirit Sea.

"Only two years remain until the Tenth Birthday Banquet. After it is over, it will be time for me to travel the world and, while I'm at it, investigate news of Yuantian Supreme's Secret Treasury," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He had never stopped thinking about those two sign-in locations.

After all, he had already signed in for the Great Accomplishment Ancient Desolate Sacred Physique and the Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force. He was very curious what good things he might obtain from future sign-ins.

Meanwhile, Jun Linglong was also cultivating 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 used to transmit messages. A message came from within it.

"Her?" Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes narrowed.