The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1233: The Heavenly Dao Saint

Chapter 1233: Chapter 1233: The Heavenly Dao Saint

"Summon Patriarch Bodhi’s attribute list!"

Qin Jun ordered in his mind, his hands hiding in his sleeves trembling faintly.

He hoped Patriarch Bodhi would not disappoint him.

"Patriarch Bodhi, from ’Journey to the West’!"

"Identity: Innate Subhuti!"

"Cultivation: Mid-stage Holy Realm of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Cultivation Methods: Innate Absorption! Golden Elixir Path! Three Corpses Crossing Tribulation Technique!"

"Magic Weapon: Dust Brush of Subhuti!"

"Divine Powers: Chaos of Blossoms from the Sky! Earth Spread of Golden Lotuses! Neither Born Nor Dying! Earthly Fiend 72 Transformations! 36 Heavenly Transformations! Somersault Cloud! Five Elements Annihilation! A Step’s Distance Across Worlds! Understanding the True Law!"

"Loyalty: 50 (Full value 100)!"

Holy Realm of the Heavenly Dao!

Mid-stage!

Qin Jun gasped in cold air. Could this be the realm above that of saints?

And it’s only mid-stage!

A mentor truly is a mentor, not wanting to be outdone even as his disciple reached the perfect state of the saintly realm. He cultivated his talent to the extreme and actually reached the mid-stage of the Holy Realm of the Heavenly Dao, still able to suppress Sun Wukong.

Qin Jun felt delighted, while Fuxi and Li Yuanba beside him began to feel puzzled.

"Your Majesty, what’s the matter?"

Fuxi asked with concern, observing the changing expressions on Qin Jun’s face, thinking something unforeseen had happened.

At that moment, a black hole appeared beside Qin Jun, and Patriarch Bodhi stepped out from it.

This scene caused Fuxi and Li Yuanba to frown.

Patriarch Bodhi?

So that was it. They had not seen Patriarch Bodhi earlier; it turned out he was drawn in by His Majesty’s divine power.

Within God and Demon, the news of Qin Jun’s divine power capable of creating alternate dimensions had already spread, and they had experienced it before so it was nothing new to them.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Patriarch Bodhi greeted with a smile, his demeanor light and breezy as if he was returning to the time he was first summoned, with the poise of a grandmaster and a deity.

"You haven’t disappointed Us."

Qin Jun said with a soft laugh, but he felt a slight pang in his heart.

This fellow’s loyalty had actually dropped from full to fifty.

It seemed that even the system was struggling to keep Patriarch Bodhi in check, and as for his psychological changes, he understood them.

Just like an employee from the bottom of a company who was transformed into a chairman, he wouldn’t regard the mentor who guided him from the lower levels with the same heartfelt respect as before.

A person’s psychology can change with circumstances and power.

Of course, even with only fifty loyalty, Patriarch Bodhi would not betray Qin Jun.

"In the days ahead, this old Daoist will surely support Your Majesty in conquering countless universes!"

Patriarch Bodhi declared with a laugh, while Fuxi and Li Yuanba felt a tide of shock rising within them.

They actually could not perceive Patriarch Bodhi’s cultivation level!

Both of them were saints, which could only mean one thing.

That is, Patriarch Bodhi had surpassed them!

"Go next door and check on Wukong; he has not yet awakened."

Qin Jun instructed, also concerned that the Qiuming Emperor might be plotting something in secret.

Wukong?

Patriarch Bodhi suddenly realized that they were not within the Holy Realm. Could it be that the war had ended?

With curiosity, he bowed and then walked out the door.

Li Yuanba mumbled, "Has this guy changed?"

He wasn’t only referring to the strength.

Patriarch Bodhi used to be affable, but now he carried an additional measure of authority.

Fuxi’s gaze flickered, his thoughts unknown.

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, saying, "No matter how he changes, he remains Our subject."

Patriarch Bodhi, upon hearing this outside the door, paused briefly as if he hadn’t heard, and walked into the guest room where Sun Wukong was staying.

Qin Jun had intentionally said it for Patriarch Bodhi to hear.

The message was, "I have the power to grant you supreme magical abilities, and I have the power to take them back."

Patriarch Bodhi understood that in terms of talent, there were quite a few God and Demons under Qin Jun that surpassed him.

For example, Fuxi, Ancestral Dragon, the founder of Qilin, Taiyi, Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, Fire God, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and others.

Although his mentality had changed, he was still very grateful to Qin Jun.

Without Qin Jun, he wouldn’t be where he was today.

Boom—

Just then, a thunderous boom came from downstairs, shaking the entire inn violently.

Li Yuanba was instantly annoyed and ready to rush down, but Qin Jun stopped him.

"Not now, let’s not stir up trouble."

Qin Jun whispered, aware that they should not make enemies over trivial matters upon their first arrival here.

He closed his eyes, and his Divine Consciousness swept downwards.

He saw two figures standing in front of the first-floor door, a burly old man and a young girl.

The old man was over two meters tall, with a body as sturdy as a demon king, clad in coarse cloth, his face weathered, with white eyebrows and a beard but no hair, and his eyes were murky. He held a stone club in his left hand, as big as a column, which had shattered the steps when it hit the ground; this was probably what caused the thunderous noise.

The girl next to him looked like a beggar—skinny, with a dirty face. Her eyes were clear, though; if she were cleaned up, she might even be considered a beauty.

A strange combination.

All the diners on the first floor were staring at them, with unfriendly looks.

"What would you like, sir?"

A waiter came over with a smile plastered on his face.

Those who could come to this celestial mountain were by no means destitute. Despite their shabby appearance, the imposing aura of the old man commanded respect.

"I want five jars of the Five Fruits Wine aged a million years!" the old man said sternly, his voice booming, completely disregarding the other diners.

"Can’t you keep it down!"

A bull-headed man shouted angrily, slamming his bowl onto the table, his mid-stage Manifesting Saint cultivation bursting forth, causing everyone there to gasp.

The waiter trembled even more.

The beggar girl looked around the inn nonchalantly, unaffected.

The old man turned to the bull-headed man, their eyes met, and all the tables and chairs began to tremble.

Sweat broke out on the bull-headed man’s face, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Quickly, he backed down, awkwardly getting up to leave, drawing exclamations from the other diners.

Intimidating a Manifesting Saint with just a look?

"Hey? This old man’s cultivation has actually reached the mid-stage of the Holy Realm!"

Li Yuanba exclaimed in surprise, making Qin Jun narrow his eyes.

Is this the Inner Universe?

Where Saints are commonplace, and Manifesting Saints are as common as dogs?

"Sir... we only have one jar of the Five Fruits Wine aged a million years... and it’s been prepared for the Su Emperor Sect..." the waiter said with a wry smile. Despite his subservient tone, his cultivation too had reached the early Daluo realm.

"Give it to me! It so happens I’m planning to visit the Su Emperor Sect!" the old man grunted, causing the waiter to hesitate.

At that moment, Ji Bubai and Death Path walked in from outside.

"Make way!"

Ji Bubai grunted with displeasure, while Death Path also looked somewhat unhappy; it was unclear what they had been up to before.

The old man turned his head and glared at Ji Bubai, exuding a daunting sense of authority as if the sky were collapsing.

"This is going to be interesting..."

Qin Jun’s lips twitched; the old man had a fiery temper, and Ji Bubai’s was even hotter.

"What are you staring at? Watch it, or I’ll gouge out your eyes!" Ji Bubai cursed fiercely. He was already in a bad mood, and this old guy had the audacity to block his way.

The beggar girl turned to look at Ji Bubai, her face instantly changing; she quickly tried to pull the old man aside, but with her small frame, how could she move the old man, as large as a demon king?