13: No matter what your purpose is, I will destroy it with one sword.

Although he was the Divine Son, he was only five years old. If he were displeased, the Elders would surely trouble you.

Everyone thought this way.

But no one present had expected Jun Lingxiao would not use his status as the Divine Son to pressure others, nor would he rely on anyone; he simply acted himself!

One sword!

With an extremely swift sword, he casually severed Rong Junxian's arm!

So natural, so domineering!

At this moment, everyone present was awestruck by this action!

If before, people looked at Jun Lingxiao with curiosity, then later with respect, now, after this one sword, it turned into awe.

No Elder needed to warn them not to provoke this Divine Son; they understood simply by witnessing this scene.

This Divine Son... could not be provoked.

And this was Jun Lingxiao's goal; he was not a soft-hearted person.

No matter what the purpose of this fat man surnamed Rong was.

Whether it was an unintentional offense, a deliberate provocation, or some kind of scheme, it didn't matter.

He was Jun Lingxiao, the Divine Son of the Jun Family, and his attitude represented the Jun Family.

Therefore, he also had to display the methods a Divine Son of the Jun Family should possess.

No matter what your intention, I will break it with a single sword!

This was Jun Lingxiao's realization after becoming the Divine Son. The position of Divine Son was not merely a title, a special status, but more like a symbol, a benchmark.

Behind him was the entire majesty of the Jun Family, which no one was allowed to offend.

This scene made the two Old Ancestors, who had intended to descend from high in the sky, stop abruptly.

Their eyes lit up; they exchanged glances, filled with surprise.

"Now are you still afraid he will develop an arrogant Heart-Nature?" the Old Ancestor said meaningfully, looking at the scene, then sighed with emotion a moment later.

"Look, no one should have taught him how to defeat enemies and establish his prestige, yet he just knows how, as if born with it."

"Just wait, one day his name, Jun Lingxiao, will spread throughout the entire Three Thousand Provinces!"

"My grandson is incredible."

Jun Wenhao also had an indescribable feeling in his heart at this moment. He now only wanted Jun Lingxiao's father, Jun Chengtian, to come and see just how Heaven-Defying his good son truly was.

"Call a physician!"

It was then that Jun Lingxiao returned the iron sword in his hand to the Elder, who was also a man who had seen much of the world. After his initial moment of stunned silence, he immediately ordered a Disciple in a white enforcement uniform in the distance.

This was an arena itself, where injuries from sparring among Disciples were inevitable, so there were resident physicians here.

In a short while, an old man rushed over. He first surveyed the surroundings to understand what had happened, then walked to the pain-wracked Rong Junxian on the ground, lightly touched him, and then fed him a Medicinal Pill.

After that, he ordered people to carry him away, along with Rong Junxian's severed arm that had fallen to the ground.

As the Medicinal Pill entered his mouth, Rong Junxian's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed slightly.

When he saw his severed arm, there was no hatred, only a sigh of relief.

Provoking the Divine Son and only losing one hand was actually quite good, after all, reattaching a severed hand was nothing in the Jun Family.

An Luoxin was the woman his young master had taken a fancy to; if he had left without saying anything, he would truly be damned. Now, retreating wounded, his young master wouldn't say anything, and he could also report back. He would wait for his young master... the Tenth Dao Child, Jun Hongxuan, to make the final decision.

Everything was for their grand plan.

Rong Junxian was carried away. Jun Lingxiao looked around, taking in the expressions of everyone present.

"Now, I'm afraid no one will dare to approach me, right?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly in his heart.

But he also knew that his sword had to be swung.

It was also fortunate that this Rong fellow was only annoying like a dog's plaster; if he had uttered a single provocative word just now, that sword would have landed on his neck.

Thinking this, he looked at An Luoxin, who was still kneeling at his feet.

"This woman has been very calm from beginning to end, not moving at all. Is everything happening now within her expectations?"

"Her mind is not shallow..."

Jun Lingxiao was not unfamiliar with cunning women; after all, his Family was very wealthy in his previous life, and there were many such women.

But the problem was, this was a Xuanhuan world, so how should he handle it?

For caution's sake, it was better to refuse.

Jun Lingxiao, thinking this, was about to speak, but the next moment, his peripheral vision caught a Disciple of the Jun Family approaching him.

Then slowly, the number of people grew.

"Your Highness, the Divine Son, that sword just now was so fast! You must not have slacked off during your sword practice, right?"

"Yes, yes! I wanted to say that too. Not to mention I've long disliked that Rong kid, the Divine Son's sword was simply brilliant!"

"He has talent, and he works hard. If the Divine Son is like this, what reason do we have to slack off?"

A group of Jun Family Disciples gathered around. Only now did he clearly see that the older ones were in their teens, and the younger ones were just over ten.

Jun Lingxiao, who had expected to be feared, was a little bewildered.

"How could this be..."

At the same time, he wondered in his heart, could it be that everyone in the villain's Family is truly united?

There was no fear, no ridicule in anyone's eyes; there was only awe.

"Your Highness, the Divine Son, how old were you when you started practicing sword? Did you ever slack off in between?"

Someone in the surrounding crowd asked.

"Three years old, never slacked off," Jun Lingxiao answered subconsciously.

Since the moment he knew he was a villain, the words "slack off" had never been in his mind.

After all, that was the protagonist; if he wasn't strong enough, the protagonist wouldn't let him off when they met.

As soon as these words came out, a commotion arose in the crowd.

He started practicing sword at three years old and never slacked off.

Although some people also started practicing at three, that wasn't really practicing; it was just a child's trick to humor adults.

It was only when they were seven or eight years old, came to the arena, and lost a match to others that they would begin to diligently study sword manuals.

The Family was vast and invincible, and for a child of a few years old, without illness or disaster, and without external enemies, it was inevitable that they would slack off.

This was also the weakness of large Families.

But when they heard that Jun Lingxiao had never slacked off, they were truly shocked.

"The high and mighty Divine Son hasn't slacked off, so what about us?"

Someone asked and answered themselves, as if they had gained some enlightenment.

"Me, me! Your Highness, the Divine Son! I took on a mission before to collect Medicinal Herbs outside to hand over to the Family for refining Dao Heaven Pills. Did you get to eat any?"

The speaker was a boy who looked very serious, about thirteen or fourteen years old. His eyes were wide, and when Jun Lingxiao looked over, he spoke with even more enthusiasm.

"That time I collected Dao Heart Grass, a total of twenty stalks. Among them was one top-grade Dao Heart Grass, whose medicinal effect was more than ten times that of ordinary ones."

"Good things should definitely be kept for oneself, so I handed over fifteen stalks and kept the best one for myself. But when I was handing them over, I heard that this batch of Medicinal Herbs, once refined into Medicinal Pills, was to be used by Your Highness, the Divine Son. So I thought about it and simply handed over all twenty stalks, and for that, I even received quite a few extra rewards."

The little boy looked at Jun Lingxiao with his wide eyes and said earnestly.

"Why? Isn't it better to keep the good ones for yourself?"

Jun Lingxiao asked.

At the same time, he pondered and searched in his mind what a Dao Heart Pill was.

He said he didn't quite understand. In a Xuanhuan world, wasn't it all about self-improvement, where only one's own strength was everything?

Everyone else present also looked at the little boy, waiting for him to speak.

So the little boy continued:

"Of course it's good to use for oneself! After becoming strong, one also has an advantage in the Jun Family's ranking battles, and the rewards are better."

"But my talent is ordinary. If I eat it myself, it would probably be a waste. My strength would truly only be my strength, not the Jun Family's strength."

"Medicinal Herbs can be collected again, but giving them to you, Divine Son, is different."

"Divine Son, you are the symbol of our Jun Family. My talent can only circulate within the Jun Family, but you, Divine Son, are different. In the future, you will represent our Jun Family to compete with those Prodigies outside and bring glory to our Jun Family!"

"So, giving this herb to you, Divine Son, is better, and I also believe that the Divine Son will not let down the herbs I painstakingly collected!"

Jun Lingxiao listened in silence, his expression calm, but his heart had already churned with enormous waves.

Because he remembered what the Dao Heaven Pill was.

This was a Medicinal Pill used in the Dao Embryo Realm, which could strengthen the physique while stabilizing the Dao Heart.

He had started taking this Medicinal Pill since he was four years old.

He had consumed hundreds and thousands of them, and now at five, he no longer needed to take such low-level Medicinal Pills.

He remembered when he was four, he had to take this Medicinal Pill every day and was already tired of it, so he took it with some aversion.

A bottle of Dao Heart Pills contained fifty pills.

If he didn't finish them, he would directly throw the bottle away, or deliberately scatter them on the ground. If one-third of them reached his mouth, it was already because he was in a good mood.

There was an even more excessive time when he threw an entire bottle of fifty pills, not eating a single one, into the pond.

Just because he wanted to see what was inside after the Medicinal Pills dissolved.

Indeed, Jun Lingxiao was initially very curious about these Medicinal Pills and ate them very carefully, but he had eaten far too many. He started taking various Medicinal Pills at one year old. To outsiders, these things were Medicinal Pills, but to him, they were more like daily meals.

Would anyone pick up grains of rice that had fallen on the ground?

Obviously not.

He really seemed to have never thought about where these Medicinal Pills came from, after all, that question was too foolish.

Of course, they were refined from Medicinal Herbs.

But where did the Medicinal Herbs come from?

Before, he had always thought they came from spiritual fields or something, but now he understood.

There were definitely spiritual fields, but more often, they were personally collected by everyone.

Looking at the little boy's expectant eyes, and then thinking about the Medicinal Pills he had casually discarded on the ground without a glance, trampled underfoot, thrown into corners, or soaked in water, he wondered if the carefully prepared herbs were among them.

As soon as he thought of this, Jun Lingxiao couldn't help but close his eyes.

He couldn't bear to think about it.

Then... he opened his eyes again, and when he met those earnest eyes full of trust and hope, he guiltily averted his gaze. After a moment of silence, he responded:

"Mm, I didn't... let your herbs down."

Since coming to this world, it was the first time he felt he had let someone down.

Suddenly, he remembered a sentence the Old Ancestor had told him.

Everyone in the Jun Family operated for him.

"Everyone for me..."

"Just four simple words, but the weight behind them is simply unimaginable..."