The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 416: The Wrath of the Demon Emperor【Fourth update】

Chapter 416: Chapter 416: The Wrath of the Demon Emperor【Fourth update】

Qin Jun drew not the acupoint technique commonly found in the martial world, but an upgraded spell version, which allowed him to immobilize opponents whose cultivation was not a whole realm higher than his.

Of course, for cultivators, pointing a deadly acupoint was useless, as with the Primordial Spirit in existence, the temporary death of the body was inconsequential.

Facing Qin Jun’s request, Chang’e revealed a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, making him feel uneasy.

Their realms differed too greatly, and he couldn’t begin to fathom Chang’e, not just in strength, but also in spirit.

"Come, Your Majesty!" Chang’e said with a smile.

Qin Jun immediately became excited, finally having an excuse to openly take advantage—this was his chance!

He then began to act, but he failed to notice Chang’e’s smile growing more mocking.

"Ah—"

No sooner had Qin Jun made his move than Chang’e twisted his arm, pinned him on the table, and looked down at him, saying indifferently, "Your Majesty’s spell is nothing but an underhanded trick, it would be wise to abandon it as soon as possible."

Critical hit!

A double whammy to both spirit and body!

Tears streamed down Qin Jun’s face internally; he couldn’t afford to be so reckless next time, he was losing face, and mercifully, there were no others in the room.

...

The news about Crown Prince Qin’s severed arm did not spread, and the matter of King Xiangguang’s assassination was also quickly suppressed—it wasn’t hard to guess that the Sacred Emperor had intervened.

Topics within the Holy City were ever-changing, and soon most people started discussing another matter.

That was the banquet for the talented individuals to be held the following night. With the Heavenly Convention drawing near, most of the geniuses of the Sacred Dynasty had gathered in the Holy City, so this banquet served as a prelude to the Convention, with all the reputable talents expected to attend.

Nightfall gradually descended.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and Old Man Yi had also returned, the drunken Old Man Yi cursing as he entered his room; Qin Jun and Chang’e followed him inside.

With Old Man Yi’s cultivation, how could he be drunk? But what could be harder than trying to wake someone pretending to be asleep?

"Old Man Yi, for someone who’s a Devil Emperor, you sure are in a sorry state," Qin Jun said, arms crossed and chuckling. He had no sympathy for Old Man Yi—if he had anyone stronger than Old Man Yi under him, he would have killed Old Man Yi long ago.

But after so many days, his initial intent to kill had also subsided considerably.

Rather than let Old Man Yi defect to the Sacred Emperor, he would prefer to recruit Old Man Yi for himself.

"The title of Devil Emperor... ridiculous... how pitiful..."

Old Man Yi rolled on the bed, groaning, his tone filled with helplessness and confusion.

Millennia had passed, dynasties had changed, and the beauty of yesteryear had become the aloof Sacred Empress; who could understand his feelings?

Qin Jun couldn’t, but he had also experienced desperation and heartache, and yet, he still had to stand up afterwards, concede to the damned fate, and continue living.

No one is indispensable to anyone else.

Humans are sentimental, but equally, they are the most heartless.

"Stick with me, and you’ll meet someone better in the future," Qin Jun said with a laugh. It was meant to be comforting, yet he couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Hahaha!

You had this coming!

Every time Qin Jun thought of Old Man Yi’s carefree, irritating demeanor, and recalled all the despicable things he had done, he couldn’t help but feel gleeful.

And of course, after the glee, there was still the need to soothe.

Remembering the first time he met Old Man Yi, who back then was in a confused, almost insane state, a Devil Emperor gone mad was definitely a disaster for the Southern Domain.

Suddenly, Old Man Yi sprung up, his withered hair fluttering like dry grass. His eyes were sharp, his expression serious—a stark contrast to his usual self.

"What is it?" Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, unafraid as he looked at Old Man Yi.

Old Man Yi’s gaze blazed with murderous intent, causing the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint to step in front of Qin Jun, even though he had been sharing drinks pleasantly with the former not long before. The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint’s loyalty to Qin Jun had not waned.

"I need you to oppose the God Temple with me!" Old Man Yi said gravely.

"Ding! You have triggered the side quest — The Wrath of the Devil Emperor! Quest details: The Devil Emperor was once suppressed by the God Temple and has not yet settled his rage. If the host joins him in opposing the God Temple, he will gain the Devil Emperor’s zealous allegiance!"

The system notification suddenly sounded, causing Qin Jun’s eyebrows to twitch.

The zealous allegiance of Old Man Yi was no less significant than summoning another Nine Spirits Yuan Saint.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint had reached the ninth layer of the Golden Immortal Realm. Old Man Yi might have already surpassed the Golden Immortal Realm. If he were to win his zealous allegiance, it would be tantamount to refreshing the highest power level under Qin Jun’s command.

"You don’t need to say it; I intend to contend with the God Temple anyway. Whoever dares to stand in my way shall be struck down by me. I hope you too, will become a sharp blade in my hands!" Qin Jun spoke gravely, serious when the moment called for it.

Eye to eye, the two men’s gazes sparked like flint on steel.

Looking at the spirited Qin Jun before him, Old Man Yi felt dazed, as if seeing his younger self—fearless and arrogant, brimming with confidence!

"Good!" Old Man Yi exclaimed, like an unsheathed sword, his presence impressing even the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint.

At that moment, Old Man Yi seemed to have returned to his Devil Emperor demeanor.

Qin Jun was puzzled—was that it, just one word in response?

Show some effort, dammit!

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the room, startling everyone to turn and look; it was none other than the Earth Traveler Monkey.

"He’s one of us!" Qin Jun quickly said, fearing that Old Man Yi and the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint would strike with thunderous might and kill the Earth Traveler Monkey in an instant.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, the Holy Pears you wanted!"

The Earth Traveler Monkey approached Qin Jun with a smile, gesturing with the cloth-wrap in his hand. Qin Jun raised an eyebrow to see it bulging, clearly packed with at least twenty Holy Pears.

"Well done!"

Qin Jun took the cloth-wrap and praised, then went to the table, spread the wrap out, and dozens of red pears appeared before their eyes.

Spiritual energy wafted into their nostrils, invigorating them.

Qin Jun picked up a Holy Pear and started eating. As the flesh slid down his throat, he felt a surge of warmth rush into his body.

Old Man Yi also came over, picked up a Holy Pear, and began to eat unceremoniously, smacking his lips, "Isn’t this the Holy Pear, tsk tsk, not as delicious as the one I planted back in the day."

"Oh? You planted the Holy Pear?" Qin Jun curiously asked.

"Indeed, the Holy Pear is a rare tree. When I planted it back then, one fruit could boost fifty years of cultivation, but a person can only benefit from one in their lifetime—eating more has no effect," Old Man Yi nodded.

At that, Qin Jun’s excitement deflated.

Effective only from a single pear?

He then pushed the stray thoughts to the back of his mind. He wasn’t alone; he could take these Holy Pears back to Great Qin Kingdom’s cultivation academy as rewards.

Fifty years of cultivation was significant for the young.

"Did you encounter any trouble?" Qin Jun asked Earth Traveler Monkey, while the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and Old Man Yi began to size up the Earth Traveler Monkey.

Although short in stature and unsightly in appearance, his cultivation of the Golden Immortal Realm suggested an extraordinary origin.

"The Sacred Emperor caught on, so it took me half a day to escape," the Earth Traveler Monkey said with a chuckle, clearly proud of the commotion he had caused on Sacred Emperor Peak.