Preparing for the Tenth Birthday Banquet, the Ring Elder Appears

Seeing Xiao Chen faint from rage.

All the Jun Family disciples in the Martial Arena shuddered.

Jun Xiaoyao was strong, and his tongue was no weaker.

With just a few words, he had nearly angered Xiao Chen to death on the spot.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed softly, somewhat speechless.

What he had said was indeed the truth.

Generally speaking, people like Xiao Chen, blessed by fortune, would usually erupt with a burst of hidden potential after their cultivation was crippled and their talent taken away.

They would encounter opportunity after opportunity, then rise all the way up and sweep through all directions.

Seen that way, Jun Xiaoyao truly was doing Xiao Chen a favor.

"Someone, throw him out beyond the mountain gate," Jun Xiaoyao said, waving his hand.

Very soon, Jun Family guards came and dragged away the unconscious Xiao Chen.

At that moment, Jun Zhantian's figure suddenly materialized from the void.

"Grandfather." Jun Xiaoyao gave a slight nod.

He had long sensed that Jun Zhantian and the other clan elders had been watching him from behind the scenes.

"Jun Xiaoyao, do you know that wildfires cannot burn everything away, and when the spring breeze blows, life grows anew? When cutting weeds, one must pull out the roots." Jun Zhantian's expression grew slightly solemn.

He feared that Jun Xiaoyao would develop the habit of being arrogantly self-important and underestimating his enemies.

Letting an enemy go like this was not a wise decision.

"Heh, rest assured, Grandfather. Your grandson has his own plans." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Did Jun Xiaoyao not understand the principle of uprooting weeds?

But to him now, Xiao Chen was like a patch of leeks—ready to be harvested whenever needed.

Jun Xiaoyao had only harvested the Dragon Aura so far; he had yet to squeeze dry the value of Xiao Chen's fortune.

Would it not be wonderful to harvest him crop after crop?

Once he no longer had any value to harvest, Jun Xiaoyao would naturally swat this fly to death.

"It is good that you have plans in mind. A minor character like him cannot stir up any waves. There is still one year left, and you must make your preparations," Jun Zhantian said.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly.

What Jun Zhantian meant was naturally his Tenth Birthday Banquet.

When that time came, the Jun Family would invite powers from every corner of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain. It would certainly be a feast that drew the eyes of the world.

Even the Ancient Desolate Jiang Clan, Jun Xiaoyao's maternal clan, would send people to attend.

And his mother, Jiang Rou, had always wanted to match the Jiang Clan's treasured daughter with Jun Xiaoyao.

Furthermore, at his Tenth Birthday Banquet, the Jun Family would announce his identity as the Zero Sequence.

When that happened, the Jun Family would surely be rocked by another tremendous upheaval, and the various Sequences would certainly react.

That was why Jun Zhantian wanted Jun Xiaoyao to be prepared.

"Rest assured, Grandfather. I will never disappoint you, Mother, or Eighteenth Ancestor and the others," Jun Xiaoyao said firmly.

He had not forgotten that the Tenth Birthday Banquet would also offer him a chance to check in.

Perhaps the reward he received then would greatly increase his strength once more.

"Of course Grandfather believes in you." Jun Zhantian smiled in satisfaction.

After the uproar over this matter passed, Jun Xiaoyao returned to the Heavenly Emperor Palace, preparing to completely refine this Dragon Aura.

Bai Yuer also temporarily stayed in the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

She had likewise obtained a small portion of the Dragon Aura, in addition to the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire she already possessed.

Bai Yuer's talent and strength would soar dramatically.

Most importantly, she was now utterly devoted to following Jun Xiaoyao. From within to without, she bore Jun Xiaoyao's imprint.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao told her to die, Bai Yuer would not hesitate in the slightest.

Compared with Jun Xiaoyao, who had reaped a full harvest.

Xiao Chen was in a rather miserable state at this moment.

He slowly opened his eyes and discovered that he was already outside the Jun Family's mountain gate.

"Cough, cough..."

Xiao Chen struggled to rise. His body was covered in wounds, and he had suffered many internal injuries; his meridians were completely ruined, and his bones shattered.

It could be said that he had been reduced to the utmost misery.

There were also many cultivators outside the Jun Family's mountain gate, watching the spectacle.

After all, Xiao Chen had entered the Jun Family with great arrogance earlier.

Yet before much time had passed, he had been thrown out in such a wretched state.

"Was that prince of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom crippled?"

"Probably. He looks just like a dog."

"Who told him to be so blind as to provoke the Jun Family Divine Child? His own fiancée probably ran off too. He deserved it!"

The cultivators watching nearby all sneered mockingly, their faces filled with contempt.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists tightly and walked away step by step.

Only after leaving the crowd's sight did Xiao Chen throw back his head and roar, his fists repeatedly smashing into an ancient tree before him.

"Damn it, Jun Xiaoyao! If I ever get even the slightest chance, I will repay today's suffering to you a thousandfold, a hundredfold!"

As Xiao Chen roared, the blood on his body unknowingly seeped into the Panlong Ring on his finger.

"Are all the descendants of my Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom as lacking in ambition as you?"

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out.

"Who is it?" Xiao Chen's gaze swept around him.

But the next moment, his eyes fell upon the Panlong Ring on his finger.

The ring suddenly flashed with azure light.

Then, the phantom of a white-browed old man wearing an azure dragon robe abruptly appeared before Xiao Chen.

"Y-you are..." Xiao Chen widened his eyes as he looked at the old man before him.

The old man even had two dragon horns growing from his head.

In a daze, Xiao Chen felt as though he had seen this old man somewhere before.

"Hehe, have my descendants already forgotten this old man?" the azure-robed, dragon-horned elder said with a smile.

"You are... the founding ancestor of our Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom, Azure Dragon High Person!" A flash of insight suddenly crossed Xiao Chen's mind, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

He finally remembered.

This old man looked exactly like the statue of the founding ancestor standing within the imperial palace of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom!

And according to historical records, this founding ancestor, Azure Dragon High Person, had been a Quasi-Supreme!

He had been only half a step away from truly stepping into the Supreme Realm!

What an immensely powerful realm that was, merely one step away from the true Peerless Supreme Realm.

"Xiao Chen, First Prince of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom, greets the Ancestor!" Xiao Chen's face filled with excitement, and his entire body trembled.

He had never imagined that the Panlong Ring, his mother's relic, housed the soul of their founding ancestor.

Sure enough, Heaven never sealed off every path!

Azure Dragon High Person looked at Xiao Chen and said, "I awakened several years ago. Upon discovering that you were the current child of national fortune of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom, I supplied you with magical power and all manner of resources. I never expected that you would still lose to the Jun Family Divine Child."

Upon hearing this, a cold, resentful look appeared on Xiao Chen's face. "Ancestor, why did you not directly act back then and kill Jun Xiaoyao?"

"Hmph, foolish! Had I acted then, the result would have been that neither you nor I could have walked out of the Jun Family!" Azure Dragon High Person rebuked him coldly.

He had actually been rather satisfied with Xiao Chen's performance all along, but now Xiao Chen's heart was in turmoil.

"Ancestor, you are a Quasi-Supreme. Could it be that you still cannot make the Jun Family wary?" Xiao Chen asked unwillingly.

Azure Dragon High Person shook his head. "Not to mention that I now possess less than one-tenth of my former strength, even at my peak, I could not do the Jun Family the slightest harm. Ancient desolate clans are not as simple as you imagine."

"Then would I not be unable to avenge this bitter hatred for the rest of my life..." Xiao Chen gritted his teeth.

He himself was crippled, and Azure Dragon High Person could not help him either.

"Do not lose heart. You are the child of national fortune, and the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom will need you in the future. I will not let you meet such a bleak end," Azure Dragon High Person said.

"Please help me, Ancestor. No matter what price I must pay, this junior is willing!" Xiao Chen said with unwavering resolve.

A gratified look appeared in Azure Dragon High Person's eyes as he took out an azure scroll.

"Though your meridians and cultivation have been crippled, this may also be a case of misfortune and blessing resting side by side. This Quasi-Supreme cultivation art, the Azure Heaven Transformation Art, was once cultivated by this one. It is just right to pass it on to you."

"Azure Heaven transforms into a dragon—without destruction, there can be no rebirth!"

Upon hearing this, the fire of hope reignited in Xiao Chen's formerly despairing eyes.

His entire being seemed to revive, his fighting spirit surging high!

"Jun Xiaoyao, your greatest mistake was being too arrogant and complacent, leaving me a path to live!"

"For this grudge, I, Xiao Chen, will repay you a hundredfold!"