The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 380: The Birth of Chang’e [Fourth Update]

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: The Birth of Chang’e [Fourth Update]

Boom—

Ghosthand Xiao fell to the grassland a kilometer away like a cannonball, slid along the ground, with grass clippings flying and mud splashing in all directions.

When he came to a stop, he had breath only to exhale, no breath to inhale.

Everyone involuntarily drew in a sharp breath. This was a warrior from the Immortal Realm, yet he was defeated in one strike. Even if he wasn’t dead, he was seriously injured.

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow. It seemed this goddess had a temper.

In front of the ice palanquin, Hu Yuzhi frowned, her face filled with gravity, evidently having underestimated the energy contained within the celestial stone.

Zhou Mingyue rubbed his chin, muttering, "Could there be something hidden inside?"

It was precisely because of the stone’s oddity that Liyuan Valley had sent him to collect it personally.

The suicidal actions of Ghosthand Xiao and hundreds of cultivators plunged the grasslands back into silence. No matter how urgent the other cultivators were, they dared not act rashly, lest they follow in Ghosthand Xiao’s footsteps.

Hu Yuzhi pondered on something, never making a move, soon returning to the ice palanquin to rest as if the celestial stone was not her objective this time.

Time once again passed in silence.

Qin Jun, too, couldn’t keep his mind quiet for energy absorption, as Chang’e would emerge tonight at the latest.

That was the Moon Goddess!

Additionally, since the system made it so that Hou Yi had no ties to her, waves inevitably stirred in Qin Jun’s heart.

After all, in other versions of the mythology, Chang’e and Hou Yi ended up separated. No matter who strayed or if fate was unkind, the two were destined to be apart.

"Pah! How can I think like this!"

Qin Jun scolded himself silently. How could he harbor such thoughts towards a goddess?

She could only be adored like a treasure, yes, adoration...

The more Qin Jun thought about it, the wider the grin on his face became, almost drooling, which left Nezha utterly confused.

"Could it be that you’re craving a taste of the stone?"

Nezha thought doubtfully, unable to imagine that a goddess was hidden within the celestial stone.

But with Nezha’s temperament, it seemed he was destined to be solitary.

This little rascal had not even come of age when he repaid his parents by carving flesh from his bones and crafting a body from lotus roots...

With that in mind, Qin Jun looked at Nezha with full sympathy, lamenting that his life was devoid of certain pleasures.

Time continued to slip away quietly.

In the blink of an eye, several hours had swiftly passed.

As Qin Jun sat cross-legged in meditation, An Lang, bored, walked in their direction. With so many people around and no one taking action for so long, he grew impatient and decided to hunt for some game to relieve the tedium.

As he walked past Qin Jun and the others, his body jerked as if struck by lightning, and his feet seemed to nail him in place.

He widened his eyes, his face dripping with cold sweat, and waves of shock surged through his heart.

How could this be...

Was he seeing things?

An Lang difficulty turned his head, as though his neck were rusted, and when his gaze fell upon Qin Jun, he was suddenly dumbstruck.

How did he get here?

An Lang roared inside his mind. With Qin Jun involved, what share could there be for him in the celestial stone?

Possibly not even his life might be spared...

Qin Jun, feeling An Lang’s gaze, opened his eyes. Their gazes met, and, frightened, An Lang leapt backward, increasing the distance between them while drawing his sword, his eyes fixed tensely on Qin Jun.

This scene made the surrounding cultivators look at Qin Jun in astonishment. Who was this youth?

That he could scare An Lang into such a state!

"Yo, it’s you. Long time no see," Qin Jun said with a smile, beginning to plot how to win over An Lang.

From the vantage point of the Emperor Di, he too hoped that Great Qin would abound with countless geniuses and talents.

Nezha looked at An Lang with curiosity. Was there really someone deserving of Qin Jun’s smiling reception?

"You... you... why are you... here..." An Lang stammered, causing more and more people to look at Qin Jun in amazement.

The name of the Qin Emperor was known to all, yet few had actually seen him.

But facing Jin Wuhui, An Lang was not so tense; Qin Jun looked so young—could it be that he was a hidden genius or a scion of a powerful family with immense connections?

"It belongs to me."

Qin Jun pointed at the stone from beyond the skies and chuckled, as if declaring an obvious fact, which made An Lang’s heart clench.

It’s over...

There’s no chance...

An Lang’s complexion turned ashen, yet his heart was filled with rage and sorrow.

His gaze inadvertently shifted towards Nezha. Those who accompanied Qin Jun were all incredibly strong; why, then, was this person just a youth?

Wait a minute...

Could this be the Nezha who ranked within the top ten of the Heavenly List?

An Lang’s body shuddered, and he looked at Nezha with eyes filled with terror.

The legend of Nezha and King Huang Feng defeating the Pingsky Demon Sovereign had become a legendary event. Even the Sacred Emperor could not defeat the Pingsky Demon Sovereign, which indicated how strong he was!

Before the raid on the Ownerless Land, the Pingsky Demon Sovereign had swept through the Demonic Dao’s nine lords and the Righteous Dao’s five heroes in succession, an existence nearly invincible, yet still kneeling at the gates of Guarding Slaughter City—all because of a single man and demon, Nezha and King Huang Feng!

"Come over for a chat."

Qin Jun beckoned An Lang with a smile. It was as repugnant to An Lang as swallowing flies. Although he had set Qin Jun as his target now, he certainly did not want to stay in his company.

He hastily turned to leave, but who would have known Nezha would suddenly appear in front of him, his single hand blocking An Lang’s path and his eyes threatening him not to go.

Qin Jun still wore a full-faced grin. How laughable, thinking of escaping?

He decided who would come over for a chat, and they had to comply!

An Lang was furious yet dared not speak out, nor did he dare to call for help, as that would be too embarrassing. So, he could only clench his teeth, turn around, and walk up to Qin Jun.

"Why don’t you sit? Do you expect me to look up to you?"

Qin Jun patted the grass beside him with a smile. Even his smile carried an implicit threat, as if to say if you do not sit down, you won’t see tomorrow’s sun.

An Lang was utterly frustrated but had no choice but to endure and obediently sit beside Qin Jun.

"Eh? Who is that? He’s made An Lang so anxious!"

"Tsk tsk, maybe he is a brilliant figure from the Sacred Dynasty."

"Why do I find him so familiar..."

"I have that feeling too..."

The surrounding cultivators whispered and pointed at the trio of Qin Jun, but it did not attract much attention.

Most cultivators were still fixated on the stone from the skies.

Dusk approached, and the horizon looked ablaze like a fiery cloud.

"Come with me, the Abyss Sect is really not suited for you..."

"Do you know what lies beyond the level of Golden Immortal? A height that even your Sect Master Nangong has not reached!"

"I’m not bragging; a talent like you, in our Great Qin..."

Qin Jun was relentlessly talking into An Lang’s ear. Since he was bored, he might as well switch on his chatty mode, making An Lang feel like spitting blood.

But even he could not deny that he was somewhat tempted!

The one beside him was none other than the Qin Emperor, with a horde of strong subordinates. The power of Great Qin had already surpassed that of the Abyss Sect. The flourishing prospers by attaching to the strong, and he himself was a demonic cultivator—all naturally considering personal benefits first and foremost.

At the same time, he was somewhat moved. Qin Jun was really spending effort to win him over.

At least Qin Jun had not tried to win over Jin Wuhui.

Jin Wuhui’s talents were in no way inferior to his!

Little did he know, Qin Jun was also eyeing Jin Wuhui, but he wanted to conquer him first.

"The Stone of Otherworld is glowing!"

Just at that moment, someone suddenly shouted out loud, causing all the cultivators to stand up, forming a sight as majestic as a tidal wave.

Qin Jun was momentarily stunned, excitement flickering in his eyes.

Chang’e was finally about to emerge!