The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 289 Praise for Jin Wuhui

Chapter 289: Chapter 289 Praise for Jin Wuhui

Qin Jun did not fear Sang Liang but he did fear Tathāgata, the Buddha behind him in Buddhism.

If Tathāgata’s pursuit were provoked, the trouble would be immense.

However, even in this world, Tathāgata remained the Buddha, with an absolutely high status in Buddhism. Even if he offended Buddhism, it was unlikely that Tathāgata would take action personally, for he was not Sun Wukong who could create Havoc in Heaven.

As for dispelling Sang Liang’s hostility toward himself, Qin Jun had not even considered it; what a joke it would be, kowtowing to someone trying to kill him—was that befitting the status of a transmigrator?

With that thought, Qin Jun’s efforts intensified, as if a volcano were installed in his stomach, spewing flames non-stop.

"Speaking of which, don’t I get experience points for killing these white shadows?"

Qin Jun inquired internally to the system, and had to admit, his combat strength had changed dramatically after breaking through to the Transforming Void Realm, where a casual strike could easily kill his former self from mere hours ago.

He also failed to notice another point: the Samadhi Real Fire had refined his marrow, transforming his bones. If he were to practice energy absorption again, he would discover that he had already become a genius.

The Extreme Flame Ghostly Water that only gathered form every five hundred years had accumulated into such a small lake—surely it was not just a few thousand years old.

It might even be far more than that; after all, this body of Extreme Flame Ghostly Water had once been occupied by the Abyss Sect for some time, and was certainly used.

By such estimation, the age of this Extreme Flame Ghostly Water lake might span over ten thousand years.

It was because the Abyss Sect couldn’t suppress the demon head that they left. Add to that his bloodline’s transformation, where did the demon head go?

Could it be inside him?

At the thought, Qin Jun couldn’t help but shiver.

"As the host has broken through to the Transforming Void Realm, the host has officially left the protection period, and henceforth, the host can no longer gain experience points by killing enemies."

The system’s answer left Qin Jun cursing; he had thought the system had upgraded, but it turned out to be a trick!

"Do not worry, host. Although the method for earning experience points through killing monsters has been removed, the system will open up other functions. As for what those functions are, you will know after one day," the system added.

Qin Jun breathed a sigh of relief. As he grew stronger, he hoped the system wouldn’t become increasingly useless; it was best if they could progress together.

The new functions were sure to be excellent.

The God and Demon Legion had not disappointed him.

As Qin Jun communicated with the system, he simultaneously incinerated the incoming white shadows around him.

Liu Bowen warned, "This isn’t advantageous for us; there are simply too many of these white shadows!"

Yuan Hong, Lei Zhenzi, and Li Cunxiao shared the same thoughts. They possessed great abilities but couldn’t completely annihilate the white shadows, which seemed endless. No matter how many were killed, even more would reappear.

This feeling was very frustrating!

Even though Qin Jun could eliminate the white shadows with Samadhi Real Fire, he would also become powerless over time.

"Wait! My Samadhi Real Fire has now transformed; if it can eliminate these white shadows, can it also break through that invisible barrier?" Suddenly, Qin Jun had an epiphany, exciting him.

He urgently cried out, "Lei Zhenzi, fly outside, I will try if I can break through!"

Realizing that Qin Jun had undergone a transformation, Lei Zhenzi quickly controlled the clouds to fly out of the Valley of Death.

"Ho——"

Qin Jun opened his mouth and spouted Samadhi Real Fire forward. The flames were several times more intense than before, and upon striking the invisible barrier, stopped, like a massive flower of flame, creating strange blue ripples along its edges.

Within a thousand-meter radius, less than thirty cultivators remained, all above the fifth level of the Ascending Mortal Realm. Apart from a few in the Transforming Void Realm, the rest were injured to various degrees.

Soon, a hole was burned through the invisible barrier; the Samadhi Real Fire blazed through it, creating a spectacular sight.

At the sight, the remaining cultivators, alive as if having grasped lifesaving straws, flew toward Qin Jun and the others, including Jin Wuhui and Sang Liang.

With a whoosh, Qin Jun and the others flew through the invisible barrier, and in that instant, a sound like glass shattering echoed in everyone’s ears, reminding Qin Jun of a substance known as glass on Earth in his previous life.

At the same time, the white shadows also suddenly stopped. Cultivators nearby hurriedly flew out; their faces were filled with the excitement of having escaped death.

"What’s going on..."

Qin Jun looked back in surprise, Lei Zhenzi had also stopped since the white shadows didn’t pursue them but merely watched them silently.

From Qin Jun’s perspective, those white shadows were staring at him, which was discomforting.

"We’ve been saved!"

"Hahaha! We’re not dead!"

"Thanks to that Young Master, otherwise we probably would have..."

"Indeed!"

"Isn’t he the new Lord of Guarding Slaughter City, Young Master Jun Qing?"

The cultivators stopped and recognized that Qin Jun had saved them. Though this was a land without an owner, most of them belonged to the Righteous Dao. Qin Jun pulling them back from the brink of death moved even the narrowest of hearts to gratitude.

Even Jin Wuhui looked at him with complex feelings; being saved by a peer was a first for him.

Regardless of which realm Jin Wuhui advanced to, he was almost always invincible among his peers, when would he need to be saved by them?

For a moment, cultivators flocked to Qin Jun to express their gratitude, some even offering gifts, while others promised to help if Guarding Slaughter City ever faced trouble in the future.

The ones who survived were either at the Transforming Void Realm or close to it—who did not have a powerful backer?

This was an unexpected gain; Qin Jun did not put on airs and responded to each one. Having one more friend was another way to stay alive, and he certainly wouldn’t foolishly turn them away.

"Jun Qing, is it? In my life, Jin Wuhui has not admired many, especially among the younger generation. But you, you are exceptional." Jin Wuhui came over sincerely, clad in black with a grave expression, the very image of a swordsman.

"To receive praise from the top of the People’s List is a fortune in three lifetimes," Qin Jun quipped with raised eyebrows, flattering him without any cost.

The most cost-effective thing was flattery, which at times could be the most valuable as well.

"Hmm, in my opinion, based on personal strength alone, you are more fitting for the second on the People’s List, much stronger than the Qin Emperor," Jin Wuhui nodded, causing Qin Jun to nearly burst into laughter, while Liu Bowen and the others showed odd expressions.

The other cultivators voiced their agreement. The Qin Emperor’s tactics and schemes to align with the strong were astonishing, but his personal strength indeed did not match the second on the People’s List. The cultivators did not look down on the Qin Emperor—they even admired him. Who among the younger generation in the Southern Domain didn’t look up to the Qin Emperor?

But now, Young Master Jun Qing was their savior, so naturally, they followed Jin Wuhui’s praises.

"Without revealing the true face of Mount Lu, alas!"

Qin Jun’s current mood could truly be described as loneliness as frost.

Just then, he saw thousands of white shadows half-kneel in the air inside the Valley of Death; the scene was spectacular. That chilling voice was heard again: "May the War God be reborn... to witness again the glory of the Sacred Court... "

This voice startled everyone to look back, only to see those white shadows dissipating before their eyes, and the clouds of death above the Valley of Death gradually dispersing as well.