I’m Already A Great Emperor, And The System Wants Me To Be The Heroine’s Lackey?

With a loud bang, a humanoid object was thrown down, and a voice came from the void, “Holy Son, Wang Tengfei has been brought here.”

Jun Jiuxiao just nodded lightly in response.

The disciples of the Errand Peak were startled by this “Holy Son” address, and the lewd man showed even more fear, his legs trembling as he stammered, “H-Holy Son… you’re the Holy Son…”

Jun Jiuxiao’s smile widened, making him appear as if bathed in spring breeze. He spoke slowly, “Your elder brother Wang Tengfei is here. I’m waiting for both of you to come at me, kill me, and then use our heads as chamber pots.”

Wang Tengfei had been cultivating when suddenly everything went black, and he was grabbed and thrown here. He was filled with confusion.

Lately, he had been secluded in the Holy Land for cultivation and had not gone looking for trouble.

Now, hearing the words of the white-haired man in dark robes before him, he realized that this was his brother Wang Tengyun who had provoked such a formidable enemy.

Wang Tengyun, the wastrel, only knew indulging in food, drink, and women. If he wasn’t his own brother, he would have been killed long ago.

Now, not only did he provoke a powerful enemy but also implicated himself. He regretted not having killed this useless waste of space with his own hands earlier.

Moreover, just now, he heard the captor call the man before him “Holy Son.”

White-haired, dark-robed… Jun Jiuxiao!!! It was indeed the Holy Son Jun Jiuxiao.

Terrified, Wang Tengfei slapped Wang Tengyun across the face with all his might.

Wang Tengyun was sent flying, landing on the ground with a face already bruised and bloody, coughing up blood.

After slapping Wang Tengyun, Wang Tengfei knelt down and kowtowed, saying, “Holy Son, please forgive me. Although this person is my brother, we are not close.”

“Now, on behalf of the Wang family, I expel him. He and our Wang family have no more relations.”

“My Wang family is willing to serve the Holy Son as slaves, with no complaints. We only ask for the Holy Son’s mercy on my family.” He finished with a heavy kowtow.

Jun Jiuxiao remained silent, and the surroundings fell silent as well.

Wang Tengyun continued to cough up blood, and upon hearing Wang Tengfei’s words, he passed out.

The lackeys following Wang Tengyun also knelt, begging for mercy incessantly.

Jun Jiuxiao chuckled softly. “Everyone, don’t be so tense. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“And you all, stop kneeling and stand up to talk.”

He then said to the void, “Elder Pu, treat the injuries of this outer sect disciple from the Wang family and wake up the one who fainted.”

A voice from the void responded, “Yes.”

A surge of spiritual power flowed towards the kneeling Wang Tengfei, who continued to kowtow to Jun Jiuxiao. “Thank you, Holy Son.”

Elder Pu, who knew what he did, but the fainted Wang Tengyun immediately woke up.

Wang Tengyun began to crawl over, kneeling on the ground and crying, pleading, “Holy Son, please have mercy and let me go. I was ignorant and didn’t recognize Mount Tai. Please spare me.” He continued to kowtow, crawling forward.

Jun Jiuxiao created a barrier of spiritual power, preventing him from approaching. “You insulted this Holy Son; I can overlook that. But you absolutely shouldn’t insult my Master. My Master is the Lord of this Holy Land. Disrespecting the Holy Lord violates the rules and must be punished.”

“Elder Pu, take him to the Enforcement Hall.”

Wang Tengyun’s expression eased slightly; going to the Enforcement Hall might still leave him with a chance.

“Yes,” Elder Pu responded, leading Wang Tengyun, who looked like a beaten dog, away.

Jun Jiuxiao’s demeanor remained composed and carefree, as if nothing had happened just now.

As for the few lackeys, he would send someone to wipe out their nine generations later; completing the mission now was the priority.

“The Wang family thanks the Holy Son for his forgiveness,” Wang Tengfei sighed in relief. The rumors were indeed true—Holy Son Jun Jiuxiao was noble and benevolent, a gentleman of virtue and compassion.

Jun Jiuxiao didn’t even spare a glance at Wang Tengfei. To him, a dead man wasn’t worth another look.

He bent down to help up the female lead who was lying on the ground. Upon inspection, he found that she only had the cultivation of Qi Condensation, which troubled Jun Jiuxiao deeply. His healing medicines were too high-tier; even the weakest one could overwhelm her.

As for why Jun Jiuxiao didn’t use spiritual power to heal her, he had consulted 2233 and needed to use the healing medicine. Using spiritual power wouldn’t fulfill the mission.

Jun Jiuxiao spoke gently to the surrounding servant disciples, “Does anyone have healing medicine that can treat her injuries? Consider it borrowed by me, Jun Jiuxiao.”

Upon hearing this, a skinny disciple immediately bowed and lifted a pill above his head, saying, “Holy Son, this is the Coagulation Pill. It can heal her injuries. It’s my fortune that my medicine can be used by the Holy Son.”

Jun Jiuxiao used his spiritual consciousness to ask 2233 in his mind, “If I take this disciple’s pill and give it to the female lead, does it count as completing the mission?”

【Host, it counts, it counts!】 2233’s voice was a bit excited, as they were about to complete their first mission.

Jun Jiuxiao used his spiritual power to grab the medicine from the disciple’s hand and then said to the female lead, “Open your mouth.”

The female lead didn’t understand why Jun Jiuxiao was saving her and giving her spiritual medicine, but she obediently opened her mouth.

If she didn’t heal her injuries now, she might die. She still wanted to live and return to kill everyone from the Ji family.

Jun Jiuxiao used his spiritual power to send the pill into the female lead’s mouth. Her wounds slowly began to heal, and Jun Jiuxiao didn’t pay any more attention to her.

Because 2233 was happily dancing and celebrating in his mind, showering him with praise.

【Congratulations, Host, on completing the first mission. The mission rewards have been credited.】

Jun Jiuxiao glanced at his points, which had increased from 100 to 200. Excellent. He’d treat himself to a hotpot with cola later.

Jun Jiuxiao looked at the servant disciple who had offered the pill and asked in a friendly tone, “What’s your name?”

The disciple bowed deeply and respectfully said, “Reporting to the Holy Son, my name is Zhang Feng.”

“You’re quite good. Have you cultivated the Clear Wind Sword Technique?”

Zhang Feng, upon hearing Jun Jiuxiao’s praise, was so moved that his hands trembled. After maintaining his posture, he replied respectfully, “This humble one has indeed practiced the Clear Wind Sword Technique, but my aptitude is dull, and I haven’t yet mastered it.”

Jun Jiuxiao pointed towards Zhang Feng with his hand and said, “Relax your mind and contemplate it well. I too once practiced the Clear Wind Sword Technique; here’s some insight I gained from it.”

Zhang Feng didn’t speak anymore; such opportunities came only once, and he had to seize it.

The onlookers had various expressions towards Zhang Feng—some jealous, some envious, some regretful.

A few minutes later, Zhang Feng knelt directly and kowtowed to Jun Jiuxiao, “Thank you, Holy Son , for your grace.”

Jun Jiuxiao smiled and said, “No need to thank me. This is your reward. Practice diligently, and when you enter the inner sect, come find me. I’ll impart a new sword technique I developed based on the Clear Wind Sword Technique.”

Zhang Feng was so excited that he kept kowtowing, “Thank you, Holy Son.”

The crowd now only envied Zhang Feng. The words spoken by the Holy Son meant that Zhang Feng had his protection. All this because of one pill—he was incredibly fortunate.