Sacred Body of the Immortals

While many people were still speculating, golden light flashed in the distant sky accompanied by purple aura. A group of people arrived - it was Jun Xiaoyao and his companions.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu, and others followed him. Jun Lingcang brought along Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

With the Jun family's arrival, the atmosphere immediately changed. Their aura was incomparable to ordinary forces' geniuses.

"As expected of one of the Three Great Houses - the Jun family. With the Divine Son and the Twin Pupil bearer, even their other members are formidable," some elders from various forces sighed.

Sensing this imposing aura, the Yin-Yang Sacred Son and others' expressions changed.

"Why is everyone gathered at the entrance?" Jun Xiaoyao stood atop the Nine-Headed Lion, wearing pure white robes, appearing like a transcendent immortal.

"The Sacred Spirit Academy has a three trials challenge to test a genius's strength and potential," Jun Lingrong explained.

"I see. Who set up such a boring arrangement?" Jun Xiaoyao said dismissively.

"Cousin, are you not interested in taking the challenge?" Jun Lingcang asked. He also noticed Yi Yu beside Jun Xiaoyao, whose aura surprised even him.

As Jun Xiaoyao's group landed at the Academy entrance, Jin Lie immediately noticed the Nine-Headed Lion under Jun Xiaoyao. He frowned and coldly said, "Nine-Headed Lion, your clan is on par with mine as top ancient royal races, yet you willingly become someone's mount. Aren't you ashamed?"

The Nine-Headed Lion was stunned, all nine heads glancing sideways at Jin Lie. It had completely submitted to Jun Xiaoyao, and even the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint had told it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, after following Jun Xiaoyao, the Nine-Headed Lion realized just how wonderful it was to rely on a powerful backer.

"It's impossible for me to leave Master. That will never happen. Everyone in the Jun family is talented and powerful. I love being here."

These words plunged the scene into dead silence. To think the mighty Nine-Headed Lion had become like this - it was truly speechless.

"Nine-Headed Lion, you..." Jin Lie was fuming with rage.

"Amitabha, you and I are fated. Why not follow this humble monk instead?" Fa Hai chanted a Buddhist verse as he stepped forward.

"Who are you supposed to be?" the Nine-Headed Lion said disdainfully.

Fa Hai smiled slightly and said, "This humble monk is the Buddhist Son of Lesser Western Heaven, Fa Hai."

"What? Lesser Western Heaven?" The Nine-Headed Lion's entire body tensed up, its fur standing on end, expression showing extreme wariness.

Just hearing the name Lesser Western Heaven made it tremble. After all, its ancestors had been suppressed by Buddhist Emperors and turned into mounts and guardian deities.

The Nine-Headed Lion also deeply despised Lesser Western Heaven.

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

This name felt oddly familiar, reminiscent of a violence-prone bald monk from his previous life.

"Jun patron, this Nine-Headed Lion and I share karma. Would you be willing to part with it?" Fa Hai continued smiling.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing but reached out with his palm, releasing surging power towards Fa Hai.

Fa Hai's smile suddenly changed. He extended his hand, forming a lotus seal to counter Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Bang!

After a tremendous sound, Fa Hai's body flew backwards, heavily crashing into the ground and kicking up dust.

Everyone who witnessed this was stunned. That was the Buddhist Son of Lesser Western Heaven, yet he was sent flying with just one move.

Although part of it was due to Fa Hai being caught off guard, more importantly, it demonstrated Jun Xiaoyao's overwhelming strength.

"You..." Fa Hai rose from the debris, his face no longer calm and peaceful.

"Now, do you still share karma with the Nine-Headed Lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked coldly.

Fa Hai fell silent, his eyes showing wariness.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered and paid him no more attention. He held some respect for true Buddhism, but fake monks like Fa Hai who clearly hadn't purified their six senses deserved no courtesy.

As Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin-Yang Sacred Son spoke up: "As the Divine Son of the Jun family, are you not going to attempt the three trials?"

"There's no challenge, so why bother?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

These words made many Sacred Spirit Academy disciples show angry expressions. The academy's three trials were famous tests that even ancient heroes had left their marks and records in. How could Jun Xiaoyao dismiss them as not challenging?

"The Jun family's Divine Son remains as arrogant as ever," Xia Lan said sarcastically.

At this moment, a cold shout rang out.

"How dare you speak to Young Master like that? Outrageous!"

Yi Yu shouted coldly and made his move. He reached out to grab the void, gathering power to form a golden bow and arrows, shooting two arrows at the Yin-Yang Sacred Son and Xia Lan.

The arrows burning with solar true fire pierced through space with extremely powerful might.

Both the Yin-Yang Sacred Son and Xia Lan showed shocked expressions and hurriedly counterattacked.

The Yin-Yang Sacred Son waved both hands, seemingly forming a black and white taiji shield.

Meanwhile, Xia Lan erupted with imperial aura, manifesting a royal sword in the void that slashed horizontally.

However, none of it worked!

The fierce arrows directly pierced through the taiji shield, shattered the royal sword, and continued their unstoppable momentum.

Boom! Boom!

Two earthshaking explosions rang out, accompanied by two screams.

The Yin-Yang Sacred Son and Xia Lan both had terrifying bloody holes in their bodies.

The holes weren't in their hearts - not because Yi Yu missed, but because he deliberately aimed elsewhere.

Teaching them a lesson was fine, but killing them would cause trouble for Jun Xiaoyao.

Yi Yu could grasp this level of restraint.

Looking at the blood-spitting, thoroughly pathetic Yin-Yang Sacred Son and Xia Lan, the entire scene fell silent.

Then countless shocked gazes turned toward Yi Yu.

Most cultivators present hadn't attended the martial competition, so they didn't know who this newcomer beside Jun Xiaoyao was.

"Such powerful strength, to heavily wound two Sacred Sons in one move!"

"Could he be an heir from some immortal force, friends with the Jun family's Divine Son?" some speculated.

Yi Yu coldly swept his gaze around, declaring: "I am merely a follower of Divine Son. Henceforth, whoever dares provoke the Divine Son, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"What?!"

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

Such a powerful young supreme being was merely Jun Xiaoyao's follower?

At this moment, many disciples from major forces thoroughly doubted their lives.

They couldn't compare to Jun Xiaoyao, and even his followers were far, far stronger than them.

"Damn it, who dares cause trouble in my Sacred Spirit Academy!"

From afar came an angry shout as an elder with flowing white beard appeared.

Terrifying saint realm fluctuations rippled around him, nearly distorting space itself.

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

The normally reclusive academy Great Elder had been alarmed into appearing.

Seeing the pathetic, blood-covered Yin-Yang Sacred Son and Xia Lan, the Great Elder's eye twitched as anger surged in his heart.

His gaze swept over and landed on Jun Xiaoyao's calm and cold face.

"They provoked this Divine Son, so my follower taught them a small lesson. What, do you have an objection?"

Jun Xiaoyao clasped his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the academy Great Elder.