Chapter 118 - 118: The White-Robed Divine King's Follower, the Grey-Clothed Double-Pupiled Woman, Ah Jiu

The entire Forbidden City, all the cultivators from various forces, hadn't even reacted yet.

They were still immersed in the shock from moments ago.

However, at this moment, they witnessed the scene of the Third Prince being decapitated.

Everyone was aghast, their minds blank, unable to recover their senses for a moment.

In the Forbidden City of the Panwu Divine Dynasty's imperial capital, in front of the Panwu Divine Lord, to kill the Third Prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

What kind of courage would it take to do such a thing?

Even the Jun family would have to first hold an inquiry before making a judgment.

But in the blink of an eye, the Third Prince was dead. This was far too fast, leaving people unable to regain their senses for a long while.

The Panwu Divine Lord's face turned ashen. With a long cry, he reached out his hand, and his Quasi-Supreme aura erupted, blasting towards the distant void.

He was furious, resentful, never expecting someone would actually dare to kill his son right under his nose.

In the distant void, the zheng-zheng sound of a qin rang out, colliding with the Panwu Divine Lord's attack, causing space to shatter.

Finally, a peerless figure in grey clothes manifested.

It was a grey-clothed woman, seated cross-legged in the depths of the void, a Jiaowei qin resting before her knees. (TN: 焦尾琴 (Jiāowěi qín) - Scorched Tail Qin, a famous type of ancient Chinese zither.)

Her grey robe was wide, its sleeves fluttering, yet it couldn't hide her impressive figure.

Three thousand strands of black hair, long and disheveled, concealed most of her face.

When an occasional breeze blew past, revealing a small part of her immortal face, it was as fair as snow, dreamlike in its beauty.

Her beauty was no less than Jiang Shengyi's.

There was even a sense of mysterious vicissitude, a沉淀 (chéndiàn - sediment/accumulation) of years.

"That is..."

Within the Forbidden City, most cultivators were dumbfounded.

They hadn't expected that the one who attacked and killed the Third Prince was actually a woman.

Moreover, she was an extremely powerful woman.

Many male cultivators, upon seeing a glimpse of the grey-clothed woman's immortal face, were stunned, marveling at her beauty and mystery.

"No, look at the grey-clothed woman's eyes! Why do they give the feeling of reopening heaven and earth, evolving chaos?" an elder from a major force exclaimed in shock.

Only then did the crowd notice that although the grey-clothed woman's pupils were somewhat obscured by her black hair.

One could still vaguely see terrifying scenes within them, as if suns were being destroyed, stars were falling, and chaos was being re-enacted.

And those pupils seemed to overlap, presenting a double-ringed appearance.

"Hiss... Could it be the legendary double pupils (重瞳 - chóngtóng)?" Many people gasped, their expressions filled with undeniable shock.

Double pupils were an extremely rare and supremely powerful type of eye.

Among the three thousand physiques, they ranked in the top thirty, terrifying to the extreme.

Seeing such a mysterious and transcendent grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman appear, the entire audience fell silent.

"Hmm? You are?" The Panwu Divine Lord, upon seeing the grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman, his pupils contracted abruptly.

Even he, a Quasi-Supreme, felt a faint sense of pressure.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, was slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected his Dao Protector to be a woman.

And an extremely powerful woman at that.

The Panwu Divine Lord was the ruler of a nation, his cultivation peerless. There were definitely not many who dared to confront him.

Let alone a woman.

But now, that grey-clothed woman, seated in the depths of the void, mysterious and peerlessly beautiful, her aura was in no way weaker than the Panwu Divine Lord's.

"Anyone who dares to frame the Young Master with schemes will be killed without mercy!" the grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman said with an indifferent tone.

Hearing these words, an inexplicable meaning flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

The grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman's address to him was not "Young Master" (公子 - gōngzǐ) or "Divine Son" (神子 - shénzǐ), but "Young Master" (少主 - shàozhǔ). (TN: Both 公子 and 少主 can translate to Young Master. However, 少主 (shàozhǔ) specifically implies the young master of a clan or sect, heir apparent, while 公子 (gōngzǐ) is a more general term for a young nobleman or son of an official. The text is highlighting this specific choice of 少主.)

This was rather thought-provoking.

"Could you be that..."

Suddenly, the Panwu Divine Lord seemed to have thought of something, and an expression of extreme surprise and apprehension appeared on his face.

Some of the elders from major forces present also seemed to have remembered something and came to their senses.

"This old man remembers now, this grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman is..." An old man's eyes showed shock.

He hadn't expected this person to reappear in the world, and moreover, to have become Jun Xiaoyao's Dao Protector.

"Ninth Maiden, you still made a move," Jun Zhantian murmured, not surprised. (TN: 九姑娘 (Jiǔ gūniang) - Ninth Maiden or Miss Nine.)

"She is one of the Eight Followers of the Divine King, the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui, the Double-Pupiled Qin Maiden, Ah Jiu!" an elder from an immortal orthodoxy couldn't help but exclaim in shock. (TN: 阿九 (Ā Jiǔ) - Ah Nine, a common way to affectionately or familiarly refer to someone ranked ninth or with "nine" in their name.)

As these words came out, astonishing waves surged in all directions.

If the leading figure of the Jun family in this generation was Jun Xiaoyao.

Then in the previous generation, it was Jun Wuhui.

His power no longer needed to be described with words.

In short, even his eight followers, any one of them taken out, was an existence that could sweep all directions and be invincible.

And this grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman, Ah Jiu, was precisely one of Jun Wuhui's eight followers back then.

"So it's like that," Jun Xiaoyao suddenly understood.

No wonder Jun Zhantian had said before that his Dao Protector had an extraordinary origin.

He hadn't expected it to be a former subordinate of his own father.

At this moment, Tianqin Fairy also revealed a shocked expression and said, "It's her! That person seems to be the one my master spoke of, an existence that made even her feel outmatched."

Tianqin Fairy's master was the head of the Immortal Dance Qin Sect, whose qin skills were unparalleled in the entire Immortal Domain.

For an existence that even she felt outmatched by, one could imagine how transcendent and peerless they were.

With this, the identity of the grey-clothed, double-pupiled woman Ah Jiu was completely exposed, causing an uproar in all directions.

The Panwu Divine Lord's face became extremely unsightly.

That woman, setting aside how powerful she herself was, her identity was what made people most apprehensive.

A follower of the White-Robed Divine King!

Although that incident happened ten years ago, and no one knew if the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui was currently alive or dead.

However, no one dared to underestimate him.

"I killed him. Do you have an opinion?" Ah Jiu's voice was clear, cold, and indifferent. She sat high in the heavens, like an ancient female immortal.

The Panwu Divine Lord had never felt so aggrieved.

He wanted to act, but the consequences were inestimable.

Watching the Panwu Divine Lord's changing expression, many people around secretly gasped.

To be able to force the ruler of an immortal divine dynasty to this extent, the power behind Jun Xiaoyao was too terrifying.

"This matter, it was indeed my unfilial son who was in the wrong. This can be considered his deserved punishment," the Panwu Divine Lord closed his eyes for a long time before finally speaking.

A single sentence silenced all directions.

The dignified ruler of an immortal divine dynasty had, in the end, yielded.

"Imperial Father..." Wu Mingyue's pupils trembled.

She hadn't expected that their immortal divine dynasty would actually have a day where they bowed their heads like this.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression, however, didn't change much as he said, "In that case, may Jun be allowed to enter the Panwu Mausoleum?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't push it too far!" The Panwu Divine Lord's face was already extremely dark.

Not only did Jun Xiaoyao publicly humiliate Wu Mingyue, saying she wasn't worthy of him.

Even the Third Prince had been killed.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao still wanted to enter the Panwu Mausoleum.

Anyone in his position would find it impossible to swallow this.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm as he said, "The Third Prince's fall was his deserved punishment. But Jun's losses should be compensated, right?"

Losses?

The Panwu Divine Lord practically wanted to slap Jun Xiaoyao to death!

What had Jun Xiaoyao lost?

He hadn't lost an arm or a leg.

He was purely trying to extort them.

However, just as the situation reached a stalemate, an ancient and vicissitudinous voice slowly sounded from the depths of the imperial palace.

"Let it be. Give the Jun family's Divine Son the opportunity to enter the Panwu Mausoleum."

Hearing this voice, the Panwu Divine Lord's expression changed!

(End of this Chapter)

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