The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1347: Suppressing Demons with Righteous Qi [First Update]

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1347: Suppressing Demons with Righteous Qi [First Update]

"The Demon Ancestor has arrived!"

"He’s just become a sage and he’s come looking for the Confucian Saint Teacher, his intentions can’t be good!"

"Nonsense, did you see the demon army behind him? Does it look like he’s here for a friendly visit?"

"Can the Confucian Saint Teacher stand against the Demon Ancestor?"

"He should be able to, after all, the Confucian Saint Teacher has been a sage for ten thousand years, and Mo Jingcang has only just ascended."

The creatures on the mountain began to panic as they looked out over the swarms of demons, how could they not be terrified?

Although Confucius had become a sage, Confucianism had just been established, and its foundations were far weaker than those of the Demon Clan. A clash with them, and the outcome would be dire.

Enveloped in demonic energy, Mo Jingcang’s head was barely visible, but it was enough to instill terror into the creatures on the mountain.

Although he was not the strongest in the world, he was certainly the most fear-inspiring. He had used every means possible to expand the power of the Demon Clan.

"Demon Ancestor graces us with his presence, what brings you here?"

Confucius’s voice drifted down from the summit’s buildings, devoid of any emotion as if the arrival of Mo Jingcang brought no surprise.

Mo Jingcang’s mouth twisted into a smile; these last ten thousand years had been agonizing. The disappearance of the Blood-Shrouded Demon God, the intimidation of the saints, nearly crushing him.

To become a sage, he had skirted the edge of death over and over, and no one knew the extent of the pressure and pain he had endured.

But he was the Demon Ancestor, and he had to endure in silence.

Just as the Heavenly Emperor once warned him, there were always higher skies beyond the one you know, one must have vision and understand their enemy.

No matter how great the hatred, he had to endure in silence until he was invincible.

"Can I not pay a visit to the Confucian Saint in admiration?"

Mo Jingcang said with a light chuckle, seemingly more composed than before his ascension.

As his voice faded, the buildings at the mountaintop erupted with a ten-thousand-zhang beam of majestic light, holy and unmatched. Mo Jingcang frowned involuntarily; for some reason, this light made him uncomfortable.

At that moment, a figure walked leisurely out the great doors of the buildings, it was Confucius, followed by two children, who were Stone Spirits enlightened by him.

Approaching the edge of the cliff, Confucius looked down at Mo Jingcang and asked indifferently, "Our paths are different, and we do not scheme together."

Boom!

The gates of the Confucian sect trembled, and the tens of thousands of demons behind Mo Jingcang also became agitated.

Faced with Mo Jingcang, the Confucian Saint showed such a strong stance.

Thinking that the Confucian Saint had been guided into sainthood by the Heavenly Emperor, and how domineering the Heavenly Emperor was, perhaps the Confucian Saint had also adopted some of the Heavenly Emperor’s overbearing nature.

Mo Jingcang’s expression turned sour in an instant as an overwhelming aura burst forth, causing all the surrounding mountains to shake violently, and the clouds in the sky churned with the disturbance of his murderous aura.

"How dare you show such disrespect to the Demon Ancestor!"

A Manifesting Saint from the Devil Clan angrily shouted. Confucius appeared weak, and compared to Mo Jingcang, his presence seemed much lesser; they naturally didn’t fear him.

"Why should I show respect to the Demon Clan that brings ruin and despair upon the creatures of Chaos?"

Confucius countered coldly, earning the cheers of the Confucian disciples on the mountain.

There were not many who dared to confront the Demon Ancestor.

At that moment, Mo Jingcang flipped his hand and drew a dark longsword, its blade half a meter wide and two zhang long, exaggerated to the extreme, resembling the head of a vicious shark.

"Kong Qiu! It seems you are very arrogant."

Mo Jingcang spoke with an icy voice, filled with unrestrained killing intent.

Recalling the rumors of Confucius’s encounters with the Heavenly Emperor, the violence tucked away in his bones could not be contained as the humiliation he suffered at hands of the Heavenly Emperor returned like a flooding tide.

"Arrogant?"

Confucius scoffed, nonchalantly pulling out the Spring and Autumn Pen, as thick as a baby’s arm and fashioned like an ordinary brush.

When he began to establish his teachings, Qin Jun had mentioned Mo Jingcang to him, but he had not expected that Mo Jingcang would seek him out as soon as he became a saint.

Confucius abhorred demons, so why would he waste words on Mo Jingcang?

The standoff between the two saints sent shivers down the disciples of Confucianism and the Demon fiends alike, prompting them to retreat explosively, distancing themselves from the confrontation.

The mountains shuddered with the shock, rocks tumbled down, clouds of dust rose among the peaks, threatening to blot out the sky.

"Do you truly wish to battle with me?"

Mo Jingcang asked in a grave voice. Confucius’s confidence made him somewhat apprehensive.

Could it be that Confucius had the support of the Heavenly Emperor?

After becoming a saint, he came to understand that a saint could go wherever they pleased across Chaos; if the Heavenly Emperor were to come to his aid, he would arrive very quickly.

The thought of the nightmare scenario where the Heavenly Emperor battled two saints alone made his grip on his long sword unconsciously tighten.

"Battling demons is the righteous act that the surge of moral integrity should perform!"

Confucius declared righteously, and as his words fell, he wielded the Spring and Autumn Pen, writing a "suppress" character in the void. It shimmered with golden light, dazzling like the bright sun.

Mo Jingcang widened his eyes and before he could even speak, the golden "suppress" character descended with the crushing force of Mount Tai.

Boom——

The ground below shattered in an instant, dust flew, and Mo Jingcang, enraged, swung his sword, and his Sword Qi obliterated the shimmering golden "suppress" character.

The next second, both saints leapt up almost simultaneously, shooting towards the heavens.

Confucius’s special attribute was the Sage’s Majesty, which innately suppressed demons.

Within the same realm, Mo Jingcang was at a disadvantage against Confucius; even though he was a powerful warrior, Confucius was no pushover.

The two saints burst through the clouds and began to fight fiercely above the sea of clouds.

Even though they could not witness the battle, the creatures on the ground still felt that terrifying pressure.

More and more beings felt the awe of the saints, and news of the great battle between Mo Jingcang and Confucius spread quickly.

"Demon Ancestor battling the Confucian Saint?"

"Is Mo Jingcang truly so ambitious, wishing to challenge the Confucian Saint just after becoming one?"

"He plainly wants to subdue the Confucian Saint; that’s how he got those followers of his."

"Tsk tsk, isn’t Mo Jingcang afraid of offending the Heavenly Emperor?"

"The Devil Clan must be stopped!"

Discussions arose everywhere, all eagerly anticipating Confucius’s victory.

If the Heavenly Emperor does not intervene in worldly matters and Confucius cannot withstand Mo Jingcang, then the Devil Clan could truly unify the land of Chaos.

Far away in the Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace, Qin Jun also sensed the battle between Confucius and Mo Jingcang.

He opened his eyes and murmured, "The Devil Clan... interesting... "

He had been closely watching Mo Jingcang’s development, ever since his emergence to the present, waiting for the Devil Clan to dominate, then for the rise of the Demon Clan, and for Xuandang to create the Human Clan.

Now, with the Devil Clan nearing its pinnacle, if Mo Jingcang defeats Confucius, the era of Chaos would change.

At that moment, Xiling hurriedly approached from her residence, the only person allowed to stay within the Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace. This made Qin Jun’s subordinates respect her greatly, though of course, they thought nothing more of it; after all, there were not so many obsessive thoughts in these times, beings scarcely understood passion or love.

"What has you in such a hurry?"

Qin Jun asked with a raised eyebrow, as the girl rarely appeared so flustered.

Xiling urgently said, "Ji Haoye is in trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun immediately furrowed his brow, Ji Haoye had not become his disciple, but they were close as master and disciple.

Originally, that lad remained foolishly during the struggle for a magic treasure, catching Qin Jun’s eye. He was brought back to cultivate with Yuanchu and other disciples. Tens of thousands of years ago, Ji Haoye had left to venture on his own, and news about him became scarce.