The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 431: Marquis Zihan [third watch]

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Marquis Zihan [third watch]

"The Southern Domain Holy Dynasty?"

The man in purple murmured lowly, his tone laced with mockery.

The next second, he suddenly transformed into a gust of wind, streaking towards the sky, moving so quickly that he couldn’t be captured by the naked eye.

At the same time.

Atop the Sacred Emperor’s Peak, inside the palace, the Sacred Emperor who was dealing with official petitions suddenly stood up. With a flicker, he appeared outside the great hall, startling the Gift-from-Heaven Left General and Gift-from-Heaven Right General into hastening out after him.

"Your Majesty, what happened?" asked the Gift-from-Heaven Left General cautiously.

The Sacred Emperor, gazing at the edge of the sky, muttered, "They’ve come! I didn’t expect the God Temple to send him again!"

Him again?

The Gift-from-Heaven Left General and Gift-from-Heaven Right General exchanged glances, both of them shaking to their core before fear surfaced in their eyes.

They had witnessed the great battle ten thousand years ago when they were mere children.

The lifespan limit in the Golden Immortal Realm is generally around ten thousand years, though it can be extended with qi movement.

Just the thought of that nightmarish scene from back then filled the Gift-from-Heaven Left General and Gift-from-Heaven Right General with dread, even causing their bodies to shake uncontrollably.

"Order down, starting now, without my verbal command, no one is to be allowed onto Sacred Emperor Peak. Those princes and concubines who have temporarily left, they may not re-enter, let them find inns within the Holy City to stay in!" ordered the Sacred Emperor in a heavy voice.

The Gift-from-Heaven Left General and Gift-from-Heaven Right General both responded in unison, then turned and vanished on the spot.

After they had left, the Sacred Emperor’s expression darkened as he said, "Why him again... Could the God Temple be sending him deliberately... "

...

Wangbei Tavern.

For the sake of the Heavenly Convention, Qin Jun was busy cultivating. According to the rules of the Heavenly Convention, aside from the participants, no one else could intervene. Qin Jun also wasn’t worried about the Sacred Emperor interfering, for the Heavenly Convention wasn’t under the control of the Sacred Emperor, although it required the Sacred Emperor to open the pathway.

Perhaps the Sacred Emperor would collude with the geniuses, banding them together to besiege Qin Jun.

So he had to put in the effort.

He had already purchased Righteous Energy Pills from the mythology system, one pill able to increase fifty years of cultivation, worth three hundred thousand fame points, which was much more affordable than the pill that increased one year of cultivation for ten thousand fame points.

It has to be said, the pills from the mythology system were outrageously expensive, but those that could increase cultivation were hard to come by. Even the business consortium of the Holy Dynasty only sold pills that increased cultivation by days or months. Any pill that could increase cultivation by more than a year had to be auctioned.

This shows how far behind the Southern Domain’s alchemy industry was. At least, Qin Jun still hadn’t encountered any decent alchemists, and looking across the whole level land, no alchemist capable of crafting Righteous Energy Pills could be found, not to mention the rarity of the medicinal ingredients.

He had already taken three Righteous Energy Pills, costing him nine hundred thousand fame points.

This kind of lavish spending also allowed him to gradually approach the Earth Immortal Realm. Some people might not break through even a minor realm in the Transforming Void Realm over fifty years, limited by their talent. But Qin Jun had undergone a transformation, capable of maximizing the absorption of spiritual energy contained in the Righteous Energy Pills.

On this trajectory, Qin Jun was confident that he could attempt to break into the Earth Immortal Realm before the Heavenly Convention started.

The urgent task was to refine his internal spiritual force to completion before attempting to break through the realm.

To enter the Earth Immortal Realm is to truly become an immortal!

Just then, a terrifying pressure came from outside the room, startling Qin Jun into leaping up.

The Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint, Old Man Yi, Earth Traveler Monkey, and Sha Wujing all appeared inside the room at the same time.

"This person’s cultivation is so strong!" Earth Traveler Monkey exclaimed in shock.

It wasn’t just them—all across the Holy City, everyone could sense it, casting countless people into panic.

Above the clouds, a purple figure swiftly streaked towards Sacred Emperor Peak. With a loud bang, he directly shattered the Holy City’s invisible formation, forcefully breaking in, and in the blink of an eye flew to the very top of Sacred Emperor Peak.

This scene was witnessed by Qin Jun and others standing on the Wangbei Tavern’s terrace.

"A powerful envoy from the God Temple?" Qin Jun frowned and muttered to himself.

The Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint and Old Man Yi could suppress their own auras, so the other party hadn’t detected them. As for the Earth Traveler Monkey and Sha Wujing, they were merely Golden Immortal Realm cultivators, and the Holy Dynasty had quite a few of those.

"This person is very strong!" the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint said with a grave expression.

Old Man Yi’s expression turned cold, his eyes flickering with a chilling intent to kill. "This aura, no mistake, it’s from the God Temple. I dislike their aura," he muttered under his breath.

Qin Jun’s gaze sharpened as he spoke to himself, "It seems the fight is about to break out soon."

"Old Man Yi, when the time comes, don’t hold back," Qin Jun turned his head and cautioned Old Man Yi.

"Of course not. Facing the people from the God Temple, I will use extremely cruel methods!" Old Man Yi said with a sinister tone, which even made Qin Jun’s skin crawl.

Was the once mighty Demon Emperor making a return?

Meanwhile, at the top of Sacred Emperor Peak.

The once majestic Sacred Emperor was now crawling on the ground, and standing in front of him was none other than the purple-clad man who had torn open the space of the Southern Domain’s heavenly world.

"Greetings, envoy from the God Temple!"

The Sacred Emperor spoke with fear and trepidation, the entire imperial garden only containing the two of them—all ladies-in-waiting and eunuchs had been dismissed by him, and he had even commanded the empress and imperial concubines not to leave their quarters.

"Sacred Emperor, you look about the same as you did nine thousand years ago, with your cultivation also stagnant," the man in purple said with a sinister smile. As he spoke, he suddenly lifted his foot and stood directly on the Sacred Emperor’s head, pressing the emperor’s forehead into the soil.

Damnable...

Rage burned inside the Sacred Emperor’s heart, his fingers digging into the soil, but he had anticipated this humiliation and could only endure.

"So you’ve contacted the God Temple proactively, what, have you encountered an insurmountable enemy? Someone within your jurisdiction has grown to a point that threatens you?" The man in purple continued to apply pressure, the force causing the soil within a five-meter radius to visibly cave in.

"It seems the other party has backing. They always manage to bring forth super-powerful experts, including several Taixia Golden Immortals..."

The Sacred Emperor gritted his teeth as he spoke. The feeling of humiliation was driving him nearly crazy, but he dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

"Oh? Taixia Golden Immortal Realm, interesting," the purple-clad man said as he stroked his chin thoughtfully, with a mocking gleam in his eye. He continued to chuckle, "What of the Taixia Golden Immortal Realm? In front of Marquis Zihan, they can’t even stir up a ripple."

Marquis Zihan!

The Sacred Emperor shuddered all over, not daring to speak further.

"First, go prepare a hundred beauties for me. I need to rest for a few days before dealing with those ants," Marquis Zihan said with a sinister smile, lifting his foot off the emperor as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, the Sacred Emperor’s humiliation nearly burst.

Over nine thousand years ago, when Marquis Zihan had descended upon Sacred Emperor Peak, nearly all of the beauties there had been defiled by him, including one he had once held dear. But in the face of overwhelming power, he chose a coward’s survival.

To avoid repeating history, he had instructed the imperial daughter not to leave the palace lately.

Times have changed, and the Holy Dynasty was now a subordinate power to the God Temple. Marquis Zihan probably wouldn’t dare be so excessive again.

"Aren’t you going to hurry, or do I need to go fetch them myself?" Marquis Zihan asked with a sneer, even licking his lips, scaring the Sacred Emperor into quickly getting up.

"I’ll go prepare them right away..."

The Sacred Emperor said with his head bowed, then turned and left, not even daring to refer to himself as ’I’ anymore.