Starting with Check-In Sacred Body of the Ancients-Chapter 147: Yi Yu Displays His Divine Might, The Battered Academy Saint Children, The Great Elder Arrives

Chapter 147 - 147: Yi Yu Displays His Divine Might, The Battered Academy Saint Children, The Great Elder Arrives

Just as many people were speculating in their hearts, golden light flared in the distant sky, and purple mist surged. A group of people arrived – it was precisely Jun Xiaoyao and his entourage.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu, and others also accompanied him.

Jun Lingcang, on the other hand, brought Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

With the Jun Family's arrival, the atmosphere immediately changed.

That kind of presence was incomparable to the prodigies of ordinary factions.

"As expected of the Jun Family, one of the Three Imperial Families. With the Jun Family's Divine Child and the Double-Pupil user, the other Sequences are also extremely formidable," elders from some factions lamented.

Sensing this imposing aura, the expressions of the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others also changed.

"Why is everyone gathered at the entrance?" Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white robes as pure as snow, stood atop the Nine-Headed Lion, resembling a transcendent immortal.

"The Saintly Spirit Academy has a tradition of 'braving the three trials,' which can test a prodigy's strength and potential," Jun Linglong explained.

"So that's how it is. Who set up such a thing? How boring," Jun Xiaoyao said dismissively.

"Is Cousin not interested in challenging them?" Jun Lingcang said.

He had also noticed Yi Yu beside Jun Xiaoyao; that aura made even him feel surprised.

Jun Xiaoyao and his group descended at the entrance of the Saintly Spirit Academy.

Jin Lie spotted the Nine-Headed Lion beneath Jun Xiaoyao at a glance, his brow immediately furrowed, and he said coldly, "Nine-Headed Lion, you are, at any rate, a top-tier Primordial King Clan, as famous as my own clan. To willingly become someone else's mount, don't you feel ashamed?"

The Nine-Headed Lion was taken aback, its nine heads simultaneously glaring askance at Jin Lie.

It had long since completely submitted to Jun Xiaoyao; even the Nine Spirit Origin Saint had told it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, only after following Jun Xiaoyao did the Nine-Headed Lion understand just how incredibly satisfying it was to latch onto a powerful patron.

"Wanting me to leave Master is impossible, impossible in this lifetime! Everyone in the Jun Family is talented, and their strength is so great, I super love it here!"

A single sentence plunged the entire scene into dead silence.

The dignified Nine-Headed Lion had actually become like this; it was truly speechless-inducing.

"Nine-Headed Lion, you..." Jin Lie was so angry his seven orifices were emitting smoke.

"Amitabha. You have an affinity with this humble monk. How about following this poor monk?" Fa Hai chanted a Buddhist proclamation and stepped forward.

"And what sort of character are you?" the Nine-Headed Lion said disdainfully.

Fa Hai smiled faintly, "This humble monk is the Buddha's Son of Little Western Heaven, Fa Hai."

"What, Little Western Heaven?" The Nine-Headed Lion shivered, its fur standing on end, its expression one of extreme vigilance.

Hearing the name "Little Western Heaven," it trembled.

After all, its ancestors had once been suppressed by a Buddhist Great Emperor, turned into a mount and a Dharma Protector Deity.

The Nine-Headed Lion also harbored a strong aversion to Little Western Heaven.

"Fa Hai?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted.

Why did this name sound so familiar? It felt like some bald monk with violent tendencies from his previous life.

"Benefactor Jun, this Nine-Headed Lion has an affinity with this humble monk. I wonder if Benefactor would be willing to part with his cherished possession?" Fa Hai was still smiling.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, but thrust out a palm. Surging mana erupted, pressing towards Fa Hai.

The smile on Fa Hai's face abruptly changed. He thrust out a hand, forming a Lotus Dharma Seal, to counter Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Bang!

After a loud crash, Fa Hai's figure was sent flying backward, smashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up dust.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.

That was the Buddha's Son of Little Western Heaven, yet he was sent flying by a single palm strike.

Although Fa Hai being caught off guard was a factor, more importantly, it was Jun Xiaoyao's own formidable strength.

"You..." Fa Hai rose from a pile of rubble and dust, his face no longer wearing its previous calm composure.

"Now, do you still have an affinity with the Nine-Headed Lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked faintly.

Fa Hai remained silent, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered and paid him no further attention.

He held a trace of respect for true Buddhism.

But for so-called Buddha's Sons like Fa Hai, who at a glance were fake monks with impure roots, he naturally felt no need to be polite.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was preparing to enter the academy, the Yin-Yang Holy Son spoke up, "The dignified Jun Family Divine Child, are you not even going to brave the three trials?"

"It lacks challenge. Why should I brave them?" Jun Xiaoyao was unconcerned.

These words made many Saintly Spirit Academy disciples show indignant expressions.

The Saintly Spirit Academy's three trials were renowned tests; even heroes of high antiquity had left their footprints and records here.

How did it become "lacking challenge" in Jun Xiaoyao's words?

"The Jun Family Divine Child's attitude is as arrogant as ever," Xia Lan said sarcastically.

At this moment, a cold shout came out.

"How dare you speak to the Young Master like that! Audacious!"

Yi Yu shouted coldly and made his move.

He reached out and grabbed at the void. Mana gathered, forming a golden bow and arrows. Two arrows shot towards the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan.

The arrows, burning with Sun True Fire, pierced through the void, their power immense to the extreme.

Both the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan showed expressions of horror and hurriedly resisted.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son swept out his hands, seemingly forming a black and white Taiji Shield.

Xia Lan, on the other hand, erupted with an imperial aura, and a Sword of Kingship materialized in the void, slashing horizontally.

However, it was all useless!

The ferocious arrows directly pierced the Taiji Shield, shattered the Sword of Kingship, and then, with undiminished momentum, blasted forward.

Boom! Boom!

Two earth-shattering explosions sounded, accompanied by two miserable screams.

A terrifying bloody hole appeared on both the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan.

The bloody holes were not in their hearts; it wasn't that Yi Yu had missed, but that he had done so intentionally.

Teaching these two a lesson was fine, but if he really killed them, it would also cause some trouble for Jun Xiaoyao.

Yi Yu still had this much discretion.

Looking at the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan, who were coughing up blood and looking utterly battered, the entire scene fell silent.

Then, gazes filled with shock turned towards Yi Yu.

Most cultivators present had not attended the Martial Combat Meet, so they didn't know who this person newly appearing beside Jun Xiaoyao was.

"Such formidable strength! He severely injured two academy Saint Children with a single move!"

"Could he be an heir of some immortal faction, and a good friend of the Jun Family's Divine Child?" some people speculated.

Yi Yu coldly scanned his surroundings and said, "I am merely the Divine Child's follower. If anyone dares to provoke the Divine Child again, don't blame my arrows for being merciless!"

"What!"

Yi Yu's words were like a magnitude 18 earthquake, leaving all cultivators agape, their eyeballs nearly popping out.

Such a powerful Young Supreme was merely Jun Xiaoyao's follower?

At this moment, many disciples of major factions thoroughly began to doubt their lives.

Let alone comparing themselves to Jun Xiaoyao, even Jun Xiaoyao's follower was far, far stronger than them.

"Damn it, who is causing trouble in my Saintly Spirit Academy!"

In the distance, an angry shout was heard, and an old man with a flowing white beard appeared.

Terrifying Saint Realm fluctuations vibrated around him, causing the void to distort.

"It's the Great Elder of the Saintly Spirit Academy, a Saint Lord expert!" a cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

The Great Elder of the academy, usually as elusive as a divine dragon, had actually been alerted.

Seeing the battered and bloodied Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan, the Great Elder's eyelids twitched, anger welling up in his heart.

As his gaze swept over, he saw Jun Xiaoyao's calm and indifferent face.

"They provoked this Divine Child. A follower under me taught them a small lesson. What, do you have an opinion?"

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the academy's Great Elder.

(End of Chapter)