The younger generation of the Jun family, including Jun Mohuang, has a total of seven people participating in the family assessment.
Jun Jianning, the eldest son of the Jun family, and Jun Moya, the third young lady of the Jun family, are the children of Jun Yangfeng's eldest son, Jun Lize;
Jun Jianlin, the second youngest son of the Jun family, is the only son of Jun Lichen, the second son of Jun Yangfeng.
The fourth young lady of the Jun family, Jun Jianren, the sixth young lady of the Jun family, Jun Moxue, and the grandchildren of Jun Yangfeng, the third younger brother and the third elder.
Jun Moxuan, the fifth young lady of the Jun family, is the granddaughter of Jun Yangfeng's second brother and the second elder.
Except for Jun Moxue and Jun Jianlin, the other five people have arrived.
There are also branch disciples who have rushed back from other cities in Huanyun Kingdom, totaling thirty-five people.
At this moment, they were all standing in the main square of the Jun family, waiting for the master of the family, Jun Yangfeng, to lecture them.
"Hey, I heard a long time ago that there is a good-for-nothing Miss Seven in our family. Why haven't we seen her today?"
"I don't know. We have to fight monsters during the assessment. That loser has no cultivation at all. He must be too scared to come."
"Tch, he's still a direct descendant of my family. He has no talent or strength at all. It's really embarrassing."
"That's right, occupying such a good resource of the Jun family is not as good as an unpopular branch child like us. If I were her, I would have committed suicide long ago to apologize."
"That loser has turned fourteen this year. Does she think she can survive? We will let her see how powerful we are later."
While waiting, there were several disciples who had come to Huandu for the first time to participate in the family examination and had heard of Jun Mohuang's name for a long time.
These branches were driven to other cities in Huanyun Kingdom by the Jun family for several generations.
None of them have inherited the bloodline of the gold-swallowing beast from the Jun family. They have never been able to refine weapons in their lives, and their cultivation talents are mediocre.
Most of them only have the strength of the second or third level of the Naling Realm when they are fourteen or fifteen years old.
Every time I come to the Jun family, I will be despised and looked down upon by my family.
These boys and girls are all in their prime of life. When they are angry, they want to find a way to vent their anger.
They can't afford to offend the young masters and ladies of this family, but an unloved loser is naturally the best target to vent their anger on.
Jun Moxue and Jun Jianren listened to the discussion of the branch disciples, with a flash of amusement in their eyes.
Hum, Jun Mohuang, it doesn't matter if you climb a big tree, no one can save you in this test, just wait to be severely humiliated.
Jun Jianning and Jun Moxue both had an attitude of not caring about the matter.
In this world where strength is valued, Jun Mohuang, a loser, deserves to be bullied by this group of disciples.
Jun Moxuan frowned, pursed her lips, and finally said nothing.
She has a cowardly character. She did not inherit the bloodline of the gold-swallowing beast, and her cultivation level is only at the third level of the Spiritual Realm. She has never had any sense of presence in the Jun family. She dared not say a word for Jun Mohuang, who was suffering from the same problem.
"Hehe, we must clean up this trash this time and get out of the bad mood we have been feeling these past few days!"
"Isn't this assessment about hunting monsters? Let's beat her up first to vent our anger, and then use her as bait to capture monsters."
"Yeah, that's a good idea!"
The group of disciples, seeing that the young masters and ladies of the family had no reaction at all, became even more unscrupulous in their words.
"shut up!"
Just as he was talking excitedly, several spiritual blades came through the air and hit the three most arrogant branch disciples.
The three of them fell back several meters and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
The three people who were hit covered their chests and looked around: "Who, who is shamelessly attacking!"
(End of chapter)