The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1051: Son of the Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 1051: Chapter 1051: Son of the Heavenly Emperor

"Hmm?"

Yang Beiming still did not open his eyes, as if the person in front of him was not his disciple.

Wei Yue didn’t mind, as he had long grown accustomed to his master’s indifferent nature, so with a nervous heart, he said, "It is like this, a close friend of mine was killed, and I sent a split body to take revenge..."

He began to recount the events from beginning to end, without exaggeration or omission.

Although he was a sword fanatic, he dared not act wildly in front of Yang Beiming.

In his life, he feared no one but Yang Beiming; his achievements today were all thanks to Yang Beiming’s strict teachings since childhood, which, whenever he recalled, cast a shadow over his youth.

After he had finished speaking, Yang Beiming finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Heavenly Emperor of Qin? He actually defeated the Ancient Immortal Realm’s Canghua’s youngster, could this child be the descendant of some old monster?"

Yang Beiming murmured, yet his expression remained indifferent, as if Qin Jun simply did not catch his eye.

Indeed, even though Canghua Immortal Venerable ruled the Ancient Immortal Realm, Yang Beiming never regarded him highly, for Canghua Immortal Venerable was only in the early stages of Manifesting Saint Realm.

"Yes, Master, I’m worried that if I go to avenge alone, I will fail, so..."

Wei Yue said cautiously, for if Yang Beiming could make a move, not to mention the Heavenly Emperor of Qin, even storming the headquarters of the Demon League would not pose a problem.

In his heart, no one could defeat Yang Beiming.

Yang Beiming lifted his gaze to look at him, causing his heart to tremble and goosebumps to raise all over his body; he quickly lowered his head, daring not to look him in the eye.

"Your vendetta, you still wish for your teacher to help you?"

Yang Beiming’s voice was ice-cold, frightening Wei Yue into a shiver as he quickly explained, "Your disciple is just afraid..."

"Afraid of what? Afraid of death?"

"No..."

Wei Yue, terrified and sweating profusely, didn’t know how to explain. The bitterness in his heart was immense, as he had anticipated this outcome, but had still come holding onto a sliver of hope.

After all, he did not dare to claim certain victory against Canghua Immortal Venerable, and yet someone under Heavenly Emperor Qin was able to suppress Canghua Immortal Venerable with ease. Even with his pride, he would not be so foolish as to disdain everything.

Yang Beiming slowly closed his eyes again and said softly, "Your matter, you solve it yourself. I have never bullied the younger generation, nor do I wish to fight with the weak."

It had been a long time since he had made a move; naturally, he would not do so for a junior.

Across the three thousand worlds, there were few worthy of his action.

Wei Yue hesitated to speak, aware that once Yang Beiming made a decision, it could not be changed.

Yet the thought of facing Heavenly Emperor Qin and his subordinates alone made Wei Yue’s heart feel incredibly heavy.

"Enough!"

Wei Yue thought bitterly, then cupping his fists, he said, "Then your disciple will resolve it himself. Master, please rest well. I shall not disturb you further."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

At that moment, Yang Beiming spoke again, "Yue’er."

Wei Yue’s figure halted, and he turned back in surprise, thinking perhaps Yang Beiming had softened.

"Take care, for you are now a Manifesting Saint; you must bear the brunt of difficulties and dangers and never regret."

Yang Beiming did not open his eyes as he spoke, but his words caused Wei Yue to reflect deeply, for his master never spoke idly.

Could his master have foreseen something?

Wei Yue felt a surge of unease but dared not ask further. Nodding his head, he turned and left, vanishing into the depths of the starry sky in the blink of an eye.

The Dark Continent once again fell silent, and Yang Beiming seemed to enter into a meditative state, motionless.

...

Time flew, and two months swiftly passed by.

On this day, Zhu Yanqing was finally about to give birth, with Qin Jun and a host of Holy Wives waiting in front of the palace.

"I wonder if it will be a son or a daughter."

Qin Jun said with a face full of anticipation; he was not worried, after all, Zhu Yanqing was no ordinary woman, and here in the Great Qin Heavenly Court, there would be no problems with childbirth.

Daji and the other women were also looking forward to it; after all, this was Qin Jun’s first child, and whether it was a boy or a girl was very significant.

Since ancient times, the eldest son has often been established as the Crown Prince.

Although Qin Jun is still young, some things are bound to happen sooner or later.

Not only Saint Emperor Peak, but the entire Xuandang Great World now knows that Zhu Yanqing is about to bear a child. With Heavenly Emperor of Qin being so demonic, how could his child be any less remarkable?

At this moment, the Holy City is buzzing with heated discussions.

"Tsk, tsk, do you guys think whether the Heavenly Emperor’s child will be a boy or a girl?"

"Definitely a son, another Little Overlord in the making!"

"Yeah, if it’s a son, he’ll definitely be even more unruly. It would be better to have a daughter."

"Having a son could mean a Crown Prince, while having a daughter would make her a princess. Both outcomes hold great significance."

Some betting houses even opened bets, guessing the gender of the Sanctified Consort’s child to be born today.

Daji, watching Qin Jun pacing back and forth, said with a light laugh, "Your Majesty, aren’t you omnipotent? Can’t you guess it?"

Qin Jun shook his head and smiled helplessly. Strangely enough, it seemed as though the child in Zhu Yanqing’s womb was enveloped by a mysterious force, preventing his Divine Consciousness from probing within.

He had asked the system about it and according to what the system said, it might be because some of the power from the wheel of fate had entered the child’s body.

This made Qin Jun even more expectant.

What kind of talents would his child possess?

Bai Ze stood behind, calculating with her fingers, her brows deeply furrowed, because she realized she could not deduce the outcome.

"Wah—"

Suddenly, a loud cry of a child emanated from the palace, extremely resounding, sending waves of joy across Qin Jun and the others’ faces.

Finally, the child was born!

Qin Jun approached the door, rubbing his hands in anticipation. Soon, the doors opened, and a middle-aged midwife emerged. She was covered in sweat, suppressing her excitement as she said to Qin Jun, "Your Majesty, Consort Yanqing has successfully given birth. It’s a boy."

Boom!

Qin Jun’s mind exploded with ecstasy, and he immediately rushed inside.

Daji and the other ladies followed him in.

The Black Butterfly Fairy murmured, "Tsk, tsk, so soon a boy has been born. That’s good, setting up a Crown Prince early can save a lot of trouble."

The struggles for the title of Crown Prince were always dark and bloody.

Let alone the contests for the role of heir apparent in the future.

In the imperial family, the waters run especially deep.

Qin Jun arrived at the bedside and saw Zhu Yanqing lying there, her pretty face pale as death and drenched in sweat, while beside her lay a little fellow, incessantly wailing in his swaddling clothes.

Unlike ordinary human babies, this little one’s cries were loud, his voice echoing long after through the palaces and above Saint Emperor Peak, reaching even the numerous creatures within the Holy City.

"It’s born!"

"I mean... that voice, what a demon child!"

"The son of the Heavenly Emperor is indeed extraordinary."

"The first royal son or princess of the Great Qin Heavenly Court is born."

"With such a resounding voice, it’s clear that his vitality is very strong, at the very least much stronger than that of ordinary mortals."

It wasn’t just the common people of the Holy City discussing; even the residences of civil and military officials were abuzz with conversation.

In a few decades, they would not only serve Qin Jun but also have a new young master to attend to.

Qin Jun, unaware of the tumult in the city, picked up his child, gazing at the little one with a smile all over his face.

Typical newborns are born with wrinkled faces, but this little guy had skin that was moisturized and rosy cheeks.

Feeling Qin Jun’s gaze, the child’s cries grew softer until, unexpectedly, he reached out to grab Qin Jun’s face.

"Golden... Elixir..."

Wang Xue gasped in surprise, covering her mouth. The ladies were momentarily stunned, then they all scanned the child with their Divine Consciousness and discovered that he possessed a Golden Elixir within him.