The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 427 Fame Value【Third Update】

Chapter 427: Chapter 427 Fame Value【Third Update】

"Hmph, then please leave!"

The sacred officer waved his sleeve, as he dared not seek justice from Qin Jun. He only hoped that Qin Jun would not harm the other geniuses.

If all the talents here were killed by Qin Jun, it would be difficult for the Sacred Dynasty to produce another Golden Immortal Realm powerhouse in the next few centuries.

Qin Jun already intended to leave, but upon hearing words imbued with an air of coercion, he suddenly lost the desire to walk away.

"What if I don’t leave?"

Qin Jun crossed his arms in front of his chest and sneered, instantly freezing the atmosphere.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and Old Man Yi looked unfavorably at the sacred officer. Watched by their gaze, the officer only felt an immense pressure that seemed to strike directly at his soul, making him feel like a small boat in the midst of a violent storm, tilting and swaying, ready to capsize at any moment.

The others, not being the targets of the killing intent of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and Old Man Yi, couldn’t comprehend the officer’s terror, but seeing him teetering, they thought he was frightened by Qin Jun.

Even the sacred officer feared the Qin Emperor?

Panic ensued once more in the Saint Dragon Restaurant. They had heard many legends about the Qin Emperor, claiming that the once-ownerless lands, now the peaceful and flat lands, had turned into a bloody hell, strewn with corpses everywhere.

Of course, this rumor was deliberately spread by the Sacred Emperor, for after all, Qin Emperor was the Human Clan’s hero who had expelled the overlord of the flatlands. To remove him, there had to be a reason.

Tarnishing the image of the Qin Emperor was undoubtedly the best reason.

The sacred officer was sweating profusely and dared not speak.

Jin Wuhui had never seen his master look so out of sorts before. In his heart, his master might not be the strongest, but he remained unflustered even in face of Mount Tai crumbling, possessing a pride that never wavered. At this moment, he suddenly felt as though something inside him had shattered.

A mocking smile spread across Qin Jun’s face.

"Jin Wuhui, you will fall into my hands sooner or later. Such a coward does not deserve to be your master."

Qin Jun laughed out loud, his tone filled with disdain, and then turned and walked away.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and Old Man Yi accompanied him on either side as the group walked out of the Saint Dragon Restaurant, their pace leisurely as if taking a stroll in a garden.

No one dared to stop them, only watching as they left.

A banquet in the Holy City was thus ruined by Qin Jun, and with the death of the Qilin’s offspring, it was estimated that the entire Sacred Dynasty would be shaken the next day.

"We will jointly petition the Sacred Emperor, asking him to capture the Qin Emperor!" Xu Tianyou said through gritted teeth. He could not stand the posturing of Qin Jun, who acted even more pretentiously than himself.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

Capture the Qin Emperor?

If the Sacred Emperor had that ability, he would have acted long ago. How could he have tolerated Qin Jun’s antics to this day?

Anyone with a bit of sense at the scene understood this.

The Sacred Emperor, who could oversee the entire Holy City, was undoubtedly aware of this gathering of talents which was watched by all powers. His absence meant that he did not dare to act against the Qin Emperor.

Upon reflection, it made sense.

After all, even the overlord of the flatlands, who had defeated the Sacred Emperor, had perished before Guarding Slaughter City. Naturally, the Sacred Emperor was no match for the Qin Emperor.

Without any obstruction, Qin Jun and his company smoothly exited the Saint Dragon Restaurant. The cultivators on the street scattered like rats, fleeing quickly, fearing that Qin Jun would embark on a killing spree.

"Let’s go, back we go." Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, taking Zhu Yanqing’s soft hand. The stone that had been weighing on his heart finally settled.

Zhu Yanqing nodded slightly, her mouth closed, seemingly a bit downcast.

Qin Jun thought to himself, could it be that he had been too domineering?

He would ask after they returned!

They would have a quiet talk in their room...

"System, introduce the marketplace function now," Qin Jun urged in his mind.

"The mythology marketplace offers five categories: cultivation methods, Divine Powers, treasures, medicinal pills, and miscellaneous items. You can find spells in the cultivation methods category, while the miscellaneous includes cultivation technology like your Desert Eagle and the Apocalypse Gatling. Besides that, it also encompasses natural treasures."

The system’s introduction made Qin Jun nod. He had already familiarized himself with cultivation technology. The mythology system seemed to encompass numerous timespaces, all centered on energy absorption and cultivation, some of which came from the future and represented a novel system that blended technology with cultivation.

"Then how do I exchange for these items, with spirit stones?" Qin Jun continued to inquire in his mind.

"Of course not, you exchange with fame points!"

"What the hell is a fame point? How do I get it?" Qin Jun was full of doubts, feeling an odd sense that the system had dug a hole and was just waiting for him to jump in.

"As the name implies, fame points are derived from the admiration, resentment, jealousy, and other emotions of others toward the host. Thus, the host receives fame points daily, and the greater the host’s fame, the more fame points he will receive," the system explained patiently.

Damn!

Is this forcing me to become an enemy of the world?

Qin Jun’s eyes widened in disbelief. Fortunately, the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and others were engrossed in their own conversations and didn’t notice his astonishment.

According to the system’s new feature, Qin Jun would have to constantly undertake significant actions for fame points, likely attracting all sorts of enemies.

"System, damn you, you really are scheming against me!"

While he complained, a part of Qin Jun felt excitement.

A person lives for fame and fortune.

In this second life after transmigration, Qin Jun did not want to simply marry a few wives and retire to the seclusion of the mountains for a happy and mundane life.

He sought to reach the summit, to surpass even the system!

"System, how many fame points do I currently have?" Qin Jun asked eagerly in his mind.

With the assistance of the marketplace function, he would no longer have too many worries in the future, and he would feel more confident when facing the God Temple.

"The host currently possesses 4,990,234 fame points!"

Nearly five million!

Qin Jun asked, puzzled: "Aren’t fame points calculated per person?"

He was quite confident in himself, believing that he certainly had followers numbering in the tens of millions, if not a hundred million.

The Southern Domain was so vast, just the population of the flatlands alone numbered in the tens of millions!

And within the Southern Domain’s Human Clan, the flatlands were just a corner.

With his name known throughout the world, the number of people aware of him was beyond count.

"No, it takes a hundred people to accumulate one fame point!" the system clarified.

If that was the case, it wasn’t too bad.

It was equivalent to having close to five hundred million people harboring different emotions towards him, which was a thrilling thought.

Qin Jun felt elated and even wrapped his arm around Zhu Yanqing beside him, confusing her.

"Bring up the marketplace, let me have a look!" Qin Jun urged in his mind. After all, no one else but him could see the system’s interface.

No sooner had he spoken than a screen visible only to him appeared in front of his eyes. It floated along with his steps, always maintaining at his eye level.

The Divine Powers list appeared first, and Qin Jun was taken aback:

"Five-Colored Divine Light, requires one hundred billion fame points!"

"Tathāgata Palm, requires one hundred million fame points!"

"Universe in the Sleeve, requires ten million fame points!"

"Open Heaven, requires one trillion fame points!"

"Blood Sea..."

Damn!

Is this a joke?

Just the sight of those billions made Qin Jun’s scalp tingle.