The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 560: The Mysterious Qin

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: The Mysterious Qin

As the Green Fox King departed, the clamor of Bianhai City came to an abrupt end.

The howling wind blew fiercely while monks in the distance remained suspended in midair, still reeling, whether it was from the Green Fox King or from Yang Jian and Iron Qingtian—their auras left them chilled to the bone.

Such horror, the Mysterious Immortal of Taiyi!

Iron Qingtian swiftly flew before Qin Jun, excitedly knelt down, and kowtowed deeply to him, leaving Tang Sanzang and the others exchanging puzzled glances.

"Master! It’s been ten thousand years! I’ve finally waited for your return!"

Iron Qingtian pressed his forehead to the ruins, his tone filled with surprise and excitement.

Whenever he thought back to that time ten thousand years ago, even though it was amidst the backdrop of the Demon Clan army’s invasion, it still brought him great happiness.

It was then that Qin Jun truly led him onto the path of immortal cultivation.

Qin Jun was also the first person to fill him with a sense of security, as if with Qin Jun around, he needn’t fear even if the sky fell down.

But after that great battle, Qin Jun disappeared, and after searching for thousands of years to no avail, he gave up and returned to Bianhai City to guard their once shared home.

"Get up quickly, you’re over ten thousand years old and still acting like a child," said Qin Jun without mirth, helping Iron Qingtian to his feet, his heart full of emotion.

Ten thousand years had passed, Iron Qingtian had changed, but his attitude towards Qin Jun remained steadfast as ever.

Even Qin Jun couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

"Hey, hey, hey, he’s your disciple? And he waited for you for ten thousand years?" Liu Ruolai couldn’t help but ask out loud, her face filled with curiosity, and so did the others.

Yang Jian, who had flown over, also frowned. They could see through Qin Jun’s physical age at a glance. How could he be less than twenty years old and have lived for over ten thousand years?

Qin Jun rolled his eyes and retorted, "What’s it to you!"

He didn’t want to elaborate on the matter, preferring to maintain the mystery.

Liu Ruolai showed her small tiger teeth in irritation; she’d thought Qin Jun was dead just moments before and had been heartbroken, but now it seemed this guy was still as cold-hearted!

"I know you all have many questions, and you’ll understand in time. Qingtian, arrange accommodations," Qin Jun said with a smile to everyone, having too many things he wanted to ask Iron Qingtian.

Had the Great Qin Tiger Army, Qian True Divine Army, and the little white dragon from ten thousand years ago survived, and were the plans he put in motion still underway?

Though filled with confusion, the others didn’t dare to ask outright what was happening and followed Iron Qingtian away from the ruins of the Iron Mansion.

"How is Shouxin?" Qin Jun walked alongside Iron Qingtian under the moonlight, his mood quite light.

Although ten thousand years ago, he could have been a powerhouse in his own right, he still preferred the world ten thousand years later.

Because here, there were people who loved him and whom he loved, as well as everything he had created.

"My sister..." Iron Qingtian paused, his complexion turning somewhat ashen.

Not hearing an immediate reply, Qin Jun’s eyebrows furrowed with concern.

Could it be that the young girl who had once saved him had met with some misfortune?

Shouxin’s talent was on par with Iron Qingtian’s, and had there been no accidents, her achievements should have been no less than Iron Qingtian’s. Both of their talents ranked among the top geniuses Qin Jun had ever encountered in his life.

"She passed away seven thousand years ago. If it weren’t for my gathering of medicinal pills, she wouldn’t have even lasted a thousand years," Iron Qingtian sighed, revealing that after Shouxin’s death, he truly was alone.

Qin Jun’s brows creased even more. To Iron Qingtian, it seemed like ten thousand years, but for Qin Jun, it was but a short moment; just a moment ago, he had seen Shouxin cheering him on, and now she was gone?

Qin Jun felt somewhat dazed, because after all, Shouxin could be considered his half-disciple, and he was aware of the girl’s affection for him.

Hence, upon hearing the news of Shouxin’s demise, Qin Jun was struck with a sense of numbness.

"Because Master disappeared, my sister became depressed. Her passion for cultivation greatly diminished, especially after failing to find any news of Master even after two thousand years; she lost the will to live," Iron Qingtian solemnly sighed, recalling the days when Qin Jun taught them both to cultivate, now long gone and irreplaceable.

Qin Jun remained silent, offering no response.

Yang Jian and the others following behind were shocked—could it be that Qin Jun had indeed lived for over ten thousand years?

Liu Ruolai’s eyes welled up with tears. After all, she was a girl, emotional by nature, and learning of Shouxin’s fate, she couldn’t help but cry.

If it were her, could she pursue Qin Jun for two thousand years?

Unable to stop her tears, she kept wiping them away, even she did not understand why she felt so compelled to cry.

Yang Jian and the others were engrossed in the conversation between Qin Jun and Iron Qingtian and hadn’t noticed Liu Ruolai’s distress.

Qin Jun’s mood grew somber; he hadn’t realized he meant so much to Shouxin. Looking at Iron Qingtian beside him with reddened eyes, Qin Jun felt as if he was beginning to understand something.

After soaking in ten thousand years, any promise or affection would inevitably undergo a profound transformation.

The journey continued in silence.

This night was destined to leave many tossing and turning.

...

Late in the night.

Candlelight flickered inside the room as Qin Jun and Iron Qingtian sat at a table, speaking in hushed tones. Most of the time, it was Iron Qingtian speaking, while Qin Jun listened.

"Master’s former subordinates have infiltrated deep into the great powers of the Eastern Flame Domain, including the Dongfang Family. The core members’ movements are mysterious, even I cannot grasp their whereabouts precisely, but one thing is certain—they all use ’Qin’ as their code name, mixed into the Eastern Flame Domain and even the surrounding domains."

Qin Jun listened intently, inquiring, "What scale is this ’Qin’ force nowadays?"

He wondered if Meng Tian, Wang Jian, Li Si, and Ming Jianfeng were still alive.

"It is difficult to estimate, but one thing is clear—if they wanted to overthrow Dongfang Ao’s rule, it would not be difficult for them. However, they have been waiting," Iron Qingtian said with restrained excitement, his gaze burning as he looked at Qin Jun’s youthful face that seemed like something from a dream.

Qin Jun took a deep breath, understanding that the wait was for him.

"Could you help me contact them?" Qin Jun asked gravely.

Damn it!

I want to pull the rug out from under the Eastern Flame Domain!

Qin Jun was inwardly thrilled, it seemed his past arrangements had been successful.

Before his departure, he had left behind many resources—spiritual stones, Spiritual Energy Pills, cultivation methods, magical spells, and more, placing a hefty bet. It seemed that Meng Tian and the others had not let him down.

"I cannot... to avoid drawing Dongfang Ao’s attention, I’ve severed ties with them. It’s rare to even make contact once in a hundred years," Iron Qingtian shook his head.

He didn’t mention one thing—that mentioning the name ’Qin’ in the top powers of the Eastern Flame Domain would definitely cause many influential figures’ faces to drastically change.

Qin Jun felt a touch of disappointment and shifted the topic, continuing to ask, "What about the little white dragon?"

He was not in a rush to contact the Qin power. Once he returned to the Southern Domain and regrouped, he would find a way.

"Uncle Long is not in the Eastern Flame Domain," Iron Qingtian said with a helpless smile, not knowing what else to say about the little white dragon. Currently, he had the best relationship with the little white dragon, but to fulfill Qin Jun’s tasks, the dragon was elusive, appearing only occasionally to provide him with various resources.

"Where is he then?" Qin Jun frowned and asked.

Shit!

He couldn’t be out of reach of the little white dragon too, could he?

"I’m not sure, but Master can go to the Southernmost Sea and find the Black Dragon King; he’s Uncle Long’s disciple," Iron Qingtian hastily replied, noticing Qin Jun’s growing impatience and fearing to provoke his wrath.