The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1191: The Fear of the Sages

Chapter 1191: Chapter 1191: The Fear of the Sages

"I’ve obtained another chance for designated God and Demon summoning!"

Young Master Qin Jun’s lips curled into a smile. His focus was now entirely on the Holy Sect; Donghuang Taiyi didn’t concern him at all.

After all, Di Jun was fiercely loyal and at the peak, with no chance of betrayal. He could let Di Jun do as he pleased!

With that thought, he continued to ascend.

Following behind him, the proud sons of heaven also began their ascent up the mountain. For them, this was the start of a new journey. Having just entered the Holy Sect, they could already sense the hierarchy among disciples of different levels. The Holy Sect was not a place of sheer bliss.

They, too, revered the strong.

After climbing roughly seven or eight hundred meters, Qin Jun chose a courtyard for himself. Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba didn’t seek out separate courtyards, since there were several rooms inside one courtyard.

"You all rest first, do not act recklessly without my order."

Qin Jun instructed, worried that Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba, both rash by nature, might cause trouble prematurely.

"Yes!"

Both Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba grinned and obeyed. Qin Jun shook his head, smiling, walked into the courtyard, and casually picked a room to settle down in.

The other prodigies also found courtyards to reside in.

Surrounding this Blue Mountain were other mountains and interlacing rivers, far from the hustle and bustle, suitable for cultivation—a true abode of immortals.

Meanwhile, inside the Heavenly Dao Palace.

Five saints sat atop a high platform, thrones glittering with gold, with no one below them. Even without candles, the palace was as bright as daylight.

At this moment, the saints presented themselves in their true forms.

Dao Ancestor Wují sat in the center, resembling an elder with the aura of an immortal, his eyes closed as if he were taking a brief rest.

Beside him sat the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor and the progenitor of the Azure Dragon. Further to the side were Lady Yunmei and Grand Immortal Changde.

These five figures were all saints, shaking the ancient and illuminating the present, leading the Holy Sect.

Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor sat with his arms folded across his chest, back straight. Half of his hair was silver, his handsome face was impassive, with a hint of a stubble, clad in a deep blue embroidered robe that bore the character for "sky" on the back, his whole being exuded an indescribable sharpness.

He opened one eye and asked indifferently, "What shall we do with that Extreme Flame Demon God? Let him grow within our ranks?"

As soon as he spoke, the other four saints opened their eyes.

Sitting next to him, Grand Immortal Changde chuckled and said, "What? Are you eager to kill him?"

Grand Immortal Changde’s name suggested an image of an elderly man, but in fact, he was skilled in the art of maintaining his youthful appearance. He looked like a young man, not particularly distinguished but with exceptionally fair and clean skin, wearing a loose Daoist robe, his eyes crinkling into crescents as he laughed, friendly and amiable as if he were a woman.

The progenitor of the Azure Dragon, the primal dragon of this universe who had been cultivating for countless eons, though now in human form resembled a burly man, did not hide the two dragon horns on his head. He snorted coldly and closed his eyes again.

Lady Yunmei, dressed in a purple gown, was graceful and dignified, her long hair tied in a jade-studded golden crown, her beautiful face and slightly downcast eyes radiated a sanctity that made one hesitate to look directly at her.

She spoke softly, "The grudges of the past are over, and the Extreme Flame Demon God is the last of his kind. Why should we exterminate them completely? Moreover, the young one has exceptional talent. Why not include him in the Holy Sect? We know full well the natural talent of the Extreme Flame Demon God’s clan. Have you forgotten the legends of their ancient ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the four saints changed slightly.

To be fair, they were indeed moved by Qin Jun’s talent.

However, because of the bloodline of the Extreme Flame Demon God, they felt great trepidation.

It was because of this ambivalent attitude that they deliberately ignored Qin Jun and didn’t kill him on the spot.

"Huh! How does it matter, the ancient ancestor of the Extreme Flame Demon God ultimately faded into the river of history. Creatures of Chaos are forbidden by the Heavenly Dao; it’s better to kill him now to prevent endless trouble later on," said the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor with a cold hum, his tone carrying a chilling hint of murderous intent.

He presided over the judicial hall of the Holy Sect, often carrying out tasks outside year-round, accumulating a blood debt that had reached unimaginable levels.

There are thousands ways to achieve the Dao, and the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor did so by slaying innumerable beings.

Of course, the beings he slew were all those who the Heavenly Dao could not tolerate, so not only did he avoid falling into demonic ways or being rejected by the Heavenly Dao, but he also frequently received merit from the Heavenly Dao, ultimately achieving his Dao.

"Always resorting to killing!" the Azure Dragon Patriarch coldly snorted, seemingly having some issues with the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor.

Grand Immortal Changde and Lady Yunmei both smiled and said no more.

Wují Dao Ancestor closed his eyes, saying, "Let’s observe for a while. If he has incurred the blood feud of the Extreme Flame Demon God, then he will be carrying out the will of Heaven. Otherwise, we will educate him. The Ancient Buddha recently took in a Chaos Demon Infant, and moreover, it came from our outer universe."

Chaos Demon Infant!

The four saints’ expressions changed slightly. Grand Immortal Changde narrowed his eyes, saying, "It seems our outer universe really does have an abundance of talent. We should pay more attention to it in the future."

"Mhm, that Yang Beiming, who ranks first in the outer universe, could also be recruited into the Holy Sect. His cultivation has already reached the level of Half Holy; to achieve such a height in the outer universe is truly not easy," the Azure Dragon Patriarch nodded in agreement.

In the past, the Holy Sect’s attitude toward the outer universe was one of almost complete disregard, until the emergence of the last family head of the Extreme Flame Demon God Clan, Ji Bubai.

"Then, let’s observe this descendant of the Extreme Flame Demon God Clan for a while longer. Once your senior disciple returns, we’ll make a decision," Wují Dao Ancestor said in a tone as calm as always.

All the saints had no objections and nodded in agreement.

...

The sun set behind the mountains, and the bright moon hung high.

Qin Jun sat cross-legged on his bed, cultivating. At that moment, a voice came from outside, "Three disciples, come out and receive your Holy Sect tokens."

This voice was somewhat shrill and deliberately loud, not worried about disturbing the cultivation of Qin Jun and the others.

Qin Jun rose to his feet and walked out of the room.

He saw a male disciple standing in the center of the courtyard, clothed in white and looking like a dashing young master, his handsome face full of disdain, with an owl perched on his shoulder, its eyes shining brighter than an oil lamp.

Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba also emerged from their rooms.

The man in white took out three small white jade tokens, each carved with the character "Holy." He hummed, "My name is Mo Xiaofeng, I’m your senior disciple. Drip your blood essence onto the Holy tokens as they will be the symbol of your identity as Holy Sect disciples. Now, report your names in order."

Three Daluo.

The more Mo Xiaofeng looked, the more speechless he became. How could such trash be worthy of being ranked among the top fifty geniuses of the outer universe?

"Sun Wukong!"

"Li Yuanba!"

"Qin Jun."

The three of them reported their names in turn. Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba’s expressions were somewhat unpleasant; they could clearly see the contempt in Mo Xiaofeng’s eyes.

Mo Xiaofeng nodded, then started to chant, making a few gestures over the three Holy tokens, then tossed them to Qin Jun and the others.

"If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can come to Qingmiao Peak to find me, but you’ll need to bring spirit stones. Your senior disciple is very busy and cannot help you for free."

After finishing, Mo Xiaofeng left, as if unwilling to stay another moment.

Holding the Holy token, Qin Jun did not drip his blood essence onto it.

"This guy is really asking for a beating!"

"I really want to beat him to death!"

Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba said angrily, but Qin Jun waved his hand, "Don’t drip your blood essence into the Holy tokens just yet!"