The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 574: The Smell of Gunpowder

Chapter 574: Chapter 574: The Smell of Gunpowder

Qin Jun, Li, Yang Jian, the Nine-headed Insect, Jiang Ziya, Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Liu Ruolai followed the Black Dragon King into the grand hall of the Dragon Palace, while the magical boat was left at the edge of Dragon Island.

The Black Dragon King had already ordered that no dragons were to disturb the magical boat, and even without the decree, Qin Jun wasn’t worried, as Diting and Kua Fu were on the boat.

Once inside the grand hall, Qin Jun took Li’s hand and unceremoniously took a seat in front of two crystal chairs; the others did the same.

The Black Dragon King, sitting in the chief seat, looked at Li with a face full of happy smiles, and felt pained in his liver—his daughter was about to be married off.

"First and foremost, Li’s talent is exceptional, and she is this generation’s prodigy of the Dragon Clan. Moreover, having awakened the Ancestral Dragon bloodline, she must focus on cultivating in the Dragon Palace and must not be delayed," the Black Dragon King said earnestly.

The first time he met Qin Jun, he had a rather favorable impression of him.

Handsome in appearance, with a talent even more monstrous than Li’s, and with a terrifying power behind him, where else could he find such a son-in-law?

But he still felt somewhat displeased, as giving away his daughter felt like he was cutting flesh from his own body.

He was more indulgent with Li than with his own sons, not wanting her to suffer the slightest hardship in the future.

"If that’s the case, I wouldn’t force the issue. There will be plenty of time for love and romance in the future," Qin Jun said with a smile, holding Li’s hand. The two exchanged a glance, full of affection, which made Liu Ruolai feel very uncomfortable.

The Black Dragon King breathed a sigh of relief; he could tell that the people under Qin Jun’s command were all formidable, and even if he wanted to stop them, he couldn’t. Fortunately, Qin Jun was sensible.

Qin Jun was truly sincere to Li, but he wouldn’t be so understanding with others.

"What is the Ancestral Dragon bloodline?" Qin Jun turned his head and asked the Black Dragon King.

The Black Dragon King hesitated, and Qin Jun huffed impatiently. "If you don’t say, I’ll ask your master. It would be awkward then!"

"Alright..." The Black Dragon King’s mouth twitched. He didn’t question Qin Jun’s identity because Qingtian had personally vouched for him, and he had also heard the legends from ten thousand years ago.

Perhaps Qin Jun was a descendant of that great figure.

Qingtian didn’t say Qin Jun was his master because it was too sensational to spread such a word.

"The Ancestral Dragon was the first dragon between Heaven and Earth. He created the Dragon Clan, was known as the Ancestral Dragon, and was the most powerful dragon. Over countless years, the number of dragons possessing the Ancestral Dragon bloodline has dwindled, but Li has awakened the Ancestral Dragon bloodline. Once she fully transforms it, her cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds every day," the Black Dragon King said fervently, as if he were sharing a creed.

The crowd exchanged glances, surprised that such a talented member of the Dragon Clan was hidden in the seemingly inconspicuous Southernmost Sea.

"In any world, the first dragon between Heaven and Earth has always been an extremely strong existence," Jiang Ziya remarked.

There was also an Ancestral Dragon in Huaxia mythology.

Qin Jun thought that since Li was a princess of the orthodox dragon lineage from mythology, perhaps it was because of this identity that she possessed the Ancestral Dragon bloodline.

However, her Ancestral Dragon bloodline did not come from this world but from the world of mythology.

He wondered which world’s Ancestral Dragon was more formidable.

"Can you help me get in touch with your master next?"

Qin Jun changed the subject and asked. Matters about the Ancestral Dragon related to the core secrets of the Dragon Clan. If he pressed further, the Black Dragon King would surely not continue.

More than the Ancestral Dragon, he was interested in the White Dragon.

After ten thousand years, the White Dragon seemed to be doing quite well.

"I can, but it’ll take some time because I don’t know where my master is right now. I can only reach him through magic," the Black Dragon King nodded.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun nodded in agreement.

He turned to Tang Sanzang and ordered, "You take Jiang Ziya and head to the Southern Domain first, and keep me informed about the situation there."

"Yes!"

Tang Sanzang and Jiang Ziya had no objections.

Zhu Bajie clamored, "I want to go too."

"No! You’re staying with me," Qin Jun decisively refused. With so many powers offended at this point—the God Temple, Demon Ancestors, the Dongfang Family, the Buddhism of the Western Region, and so on—he had to ensure he had enough people around him.

With Tang Sanzang, a mid-stage Mysterious Immortal of the highest caliber, going back, he would undoubtedly stabilize the situation. Assisted by Jiang Ziya, they would help the Great Qin Heavenly Court to rise to power.

After receiving their orders, Tang Sanzang and Jiang Ziya immediately stood up and departed swiftly and decisively.

"I’ll arrange a place for you to stay!" said the Black Dragon King as he stood up with a smile. Since they were now practically family, the grudges of the past were brushed aside.

"Thank you," Qin Jun folded his hands with a smile.

And so, Qin Jun and his party settled in the Dragon Palace.

After they left the grand hall, an Old Turtle Spirit entered through a side door, hurrying to say, "Great King, the black-faced storm fiend has come to the Southernmost Sea!"

"The black-faced storm fiend?"

The Black Dragon King’s smile vanished in an instant; he was well aware of that name.

The black-faced storm fiend’s appearance meant slaughter was imminent.

"What’s his target?" the Black Dragon King asked gravely. The black-faced storm fiend and the Green Fox King were from the same camp of powerful demons.

The Dragon Emperor had been absent for several years, and the Demon Clan was becoming increasingly brazen towards them, the Dragon Clan.

The arrival of the black-faced storm fiend in the Southernmost Sea most likely signified a threat to the Dragon Clan.

"It’s unclear, but it seems to be because of a group of cultivators who repelled the Green Fox King a few days ago," the Old Turtle Spirit shook his head.

The battle in Bianhai City had been witnessed by so many cultivators and beasts that the news couldn’t be contained and was already spreading.

"Troublesome times..." the Black Dragon King sighed.

It wasn’t just the Southernmost Sea that was tense; the Eastern Flame Domain had also been smelling of gunpowder lately. The Black Dragon King sensed the advent of war.

If war broke out, could they, the Dragon Clan, protect themselves?

His thoughts suddenly turned to Qin Jun and his men, and his eyes began to flicker with thoughts.

...

Time shifted, and three days quickly passed by.

Qin Jun spent his days busy with cultivation, only spending time alone with Li when she was free. He didn’t bother her often, which gradually made the Black Dragon King view him more favorably.

During these three days, the Green Fox King didn’t bother Qin Jun again, and the Demon Ancestor didn’t send any more powerful demons, so things were unexpectedly calm.

One day at noon, the Old Turtle Spirit came to the shore to find Qin Jun.

"Your Imperial Highness, the Great King has something to discuss with you, saying that there is news about the Dragon Emperor," the Old Turtle Spirit spoke respectfully.

As the Black Dragon King’s right-hand man, although not powerful, the Old Turtle Spirit was quite capable of managing Dragon Island.

Hearing this while practicing his swordsmanship, Qin Jun swiftly sheathed his sword, with the blade sliding into the scabbard at his waist. He turned towards the Old Turtle Spirit and said with a smile, "Your Great King is really efficient."

The Old Turtle Spirit forced a laugh, not daring to answer because he couldn’t tell if Qin Jun’s comment was praise or criticism.

The man and the spirit quickly flew toward the Dragon Palace.

Arriving at the grand hall, the Black Dragon King was pacing in front of the chief seat, his expression anxious.

"Dragon King, what did the Dragon Emperor have to say?" Qin Jun asked loudly as he approached.

"It’s bad news; my master likely won’t be able to return for the time being," the Black Dragon King said through clenched teeth. There were only two people he cared about the most in his life—one was Li and the other was the Dragon Emperor.

The Dragon Emperor had given him everything he had now.

Without the Dragon Emperor, he feared he would still be an ordinary black dragon being hunted by human cultivators.