The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1163 - 163: Severing Emotions, Inquiring the Saint

Chapter 1163: Chapter 163: Severing Emotions, Inquiring the Saint

The fame of the ginseng fruits is immense, touted only to mature once every nine thousand years; merely smelling a ginseng fruit can grant three hundred sixty years of life, and eating one, a whole forty-seven thousand years!

However, because the ginseng fruits resemble infants, numerous conspiracy theories have arisen in later generations of Huaxia.

Qin Jun was quite interested in the ginseng fruits, considering growing them in the Heavenly City of Great Qin if their cultivation did not harm the natural order.

Having summoned Immortal Zhenyuan, whom should he summon next?

Qin Jun became entangled in

thought; he wasn’t in need of a top-tier Manifesting Saint, and he couldn’t summon a sage directly.

How frustrating.

Huh?

That’s right!

"System, summon Her Highness Sanxiao, in their prime and with their previous life memories restored!" Qin Jun silently commanded. With Her Highness Sanxiao setting up the formation, the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation would be unstoppable, mowing down gods and Buddhas alike.

Of course, should a sage make a move, this formation would be broken.

"No, you can only summon one of them!"

The system replied coldly, almost making Qin Jun spit blood.

Could Her Highness Sanxiao not be considered a set?

The Gold and Silver Horn Kings, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence all appeared in pairs.

No matter what Qin Jun said, the system just wouldn’t agree.

In desperation, Qin Jun could only choose to summon Yunxiao, whose Golden Elixir was a powerful treasure not inferior to the Sea-Calming Pearl.

So far, he had many disciples from the Jie Sect under his command, including Yunxiao, Zhao Gongming, the Ten Heavenly Lords, Lv Yue the Plague God, and Her Highness Shiji.

Sheesh!

Would Grandmaster of Heaven, if he had memories of his former life, know all this and vomit blood?

Besides that, many disciples of the Primordial Lord of Heaven were under Qin Jun’s flag, and so were the Buddhism sects led by Jieyin and Cundi.

The only disciple of Laozi was taken by Qin Jun.

Nvwa’s pawn, Daji, had become Qin Jun’s Saint Empress, and her brother Fuxi as well.

Apart from Hongjun, the sages were basically all tied up in karma with Qin Jun, along with the Witch and Demon Clans.

Just thinking about it was thrilling.

Immediately, he had the system bring up Yunxiao’s attribute list.

"Yunxiao, from mythology!"

"Identity: Jie Sect disciple!"

"Cultivation: Mid-stage of Manifesting Saint!"

"Cultivation method: Nine Curves Yellow River Technique!"

"Divine Power: Cloud Sea Overflowing the Sky! Purple Energy from the East! Jade Waves Ascending the Sea! Profound Mist Enchanting Heart Technique! Trifling with Heaven and Earth!"

"Artifact: Primordial Golden Doubt!"

"Mount: Great argus!"

"Loyalty: 85 (Full value 100)!"

She actually had the mid-stage cultivation of a Manifesting Saint, stronger than Randeng, and shoulder to shoulder with Tathāgata!

Qin Jun

was thrilled, but upon further thought, it seemed reasonable.

Despite the Primordial Golden Doubt being touted as a treasure of the sect leader’s level, without the support of sufficient cultivation, it would be hard to unleash its full potential.

Relying on the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation, Her Highness Sanxiao almost brought an end to the Investiture of the Gods, forcing Laozi and the Primordial Lord of Heaven to intervene and quell their momentum.

"Continue summoning the God and Demon army!"

Qin Jun silently commanded. Beyond this, he still had one more summon of a dead loyal peak figure, two ultimate awakening opportunities, and two chances to listen to the teachings.

All the other rewards had been used; the random lottery hadn’t drawn any heaven-defying treasures, and as for skill inheritance, he planned to bestow it upon his meritorious God and Demon followers. The opportunity to search for capable individuals had already been used, and the talented would come to serve of their own accord.

"Feeling clear-headed and refreshed, let’s rest for today!"

Qin Jun stood up, twisting his neck.

The addition of Immortal Zhenyuan and Yunxiao would surely make the Qin Immortal Realm stronger and undoubtedly play a significant role when battling the Holy Sect.

"Should I send Di Jiang and Yunxiao back to the God and Demon side realm to gather the ancestral witches and Sanxiao?"

As Qin Jun muttered to himself, he walked towards the shady path in the Royal Flower Garden.

...

Deep within the starry sky, a dark continent floated, its mountains rising like spikes from the earth.

Yang Beiming sat cross-legged at the summit of the tallest peak at the continent’s center, with four luminous figures floating before him, his disciples.

"I intend to enter seclusion, and I shall not trouble myself with the Heavenly Emperor Qin for the time being,"

Yang Beiming spoke with an ill-tempered tone that carried a tinge of annoyance.

The four disciples exchanged glances, one of them plucking up the courage to speak, "Master, the Heavenly Emperor Qin’s influence is growing, naturally, we would not insist that you confront him now. We have come regarding the matter of the Holy Sect’s Mysterious Pond."

Yang Beiming couldn’t even defeat the six deities of the Qin Immortal Realm, and now there emerged Yang Jian, widely considered to be on par with Yang Beiming. Naturally, they dared not push their master into the fire pit.

Without Yang Beiming, their status in the universe would plummet.

"What does the Holy Sect have to do with me!"

Yang Beiming suddenly opened his eyes and spoke grimly.

The last battle against the deities of the Qin Immortal Realm led him to an epiphany. He was already a Half Holy, and one step further would elevate him to the level of the saints, on par with the heavens themselves.

If he became a saint, what would the Heavenly Emperor Qin amount to?

He would still be the first in the universe!

Unbeknownst to him, saints had already emerged under Qin Jun’s command, with two already achieving Half Holy status.

His gap with the Heavenly Emperor Qin was growing ever larger.

Anyone trampled by Qin Jun could never surpass him; they would only be left further behind.

"Master, the Holy Sect is widely recruiting talents; this is an opportunity. If we fall behind, we will be oppressed in the future!"

Another disciple grew anxious. Although they had all made names for themselves, they were not considered first-rate forces, while Yang Beiming was different—alone, he was a top-tier force.

Yang Beiming had the credentials to recommend talents to the Holy Sect, and naturally, the four of them did not want to miss out.

Hearing this, Yang Beiming’s gaze turned colder still. These disciples only thought of their own benefits, which filled him with desolation.

He once took disciples solely based on talent. Now seeing these disciples neglecting their cultivation for the sake of profit, and failing to achieve their potential, he often regretted accepting them.

But since he had raised these disciples from a young age, as if they were his own flesh and blood, he couldn’t bring himself to be ruthless with them.

To the outside world, Yang Beiming was seen as detached, arrogant, and invincible.

Little did they know that Yang Beiming, as he roamed freely to this day, was becoming increasingly concerned about kinship.

Loneliness is a sharp sword.

Thus, Yang Beiming now strove to sever emotional ties, as greatness is always accompanied by solitude.

"Fine! Each of you may recommend one person,"

Yang Beiming took a deep breath and said.

His words delighted the four disciples, who hastily thanked him.

"From now on, you are no longer my disciples,"

Yang Beiming continued, and upon hearing this, the four abruptly lifted their heads, looking at him in disbelief.

"Master, what are you saying?"

"What have we done wrong to be cast aside?"

"Master, this must not be!"

"Master, the Holy Sect is the supreme ruler, we’re not being spineless!"

The four disciples were completely panicked, thinking they had angered Yang Beiming over the matter of the Holy Sect.

Little did they know, it was their long-term greed that had instilled the feelings of aversion in Yang Beiming.

"Be gone!"

Yang Beiming waved his sleeve, and a strong gust of wind scattered the projections of the four disciples’ Primordial Spirits.

The dark continent instantly fell silent.

Desolate, tranquil.

"In this life of mine, I was born for the sword, my heart devoted to nothing else."

Yang Beiming slowly closed his eyes, and at the moment of cutting off his emotional ties, his spirit suddenly ascended.

In the midst of darkness, he seemed to have found something.

The sword is lonely, it is cold, it is heartless!